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Looking over, I see Ethan still bent over with his forehead on the floor. Probably just regretting his life choices at this point.This just won't work for me. I need to make my point that Kata is mine. She’s been mine even when he thought he had her.
I pull my digits from inside her reluctantly. Feeling her pussy contract around fingers, I know she’s close to coming. Using two fingers, I start circling her clit in slow, precise movements. I feel her wetness drench my hand, and her little bundle of nerves begins to throb.
“Come for me, beautiful. Let him hear you screammyname. The one who you belong to."
Her breathing escalates as do her moans. Her head tilts back, resting against my chest with her eyes closed and mouth wide open. “Fuck, Van. Right there. Oh my…God. Yes…yes…fuck, yes,” she moans loudly as her head thrashes back and forth against my shoulder and her hips start moving, chasing the orgasm I know is ready to explode.
Tightening my grip around her throat, I restrict the air she’s trying to drag into her lungs. Her hands start clawing at my arm as her eyes pop open. She’s gasping for air as my movements become more forceful and quick.
“That’s it…come for me,” I say, feeling her body begin to tighten. Just when I know she’s going over the edge, I release my tight grip allowing her to breathe, but keep a loose hold around her throat as her eyes squeeze shut and her knees lock from the intensity of the orgasm.
“Agghhh…f-fuck…Van,” she screams.
Slumping in my hold, I lift my hand and lick my finger clean of her essence. My eyes close and groan low in my throat. “I fucking knew you would be sweeter than honey. Here,” I say, bringing my finger to her open mouth. She’s still trying to catch her breath. “Taste yourself, Sweetness. You’re a delicacy I want to devour every single fucking day.”
Wrapping her lips around my digits, she circles her tongue around, tasting herself on me. The suction and movementaround my fingers makes me growl. All the noise she’s made, and Ethan still hasn’t lifted his head up.
She releases my fingers with a pop, and I slowly kiss her temple. Leaning down into her ear, I growl my next command, “On your knees.” Her lips lift in a satisfied grin, as she lowers down onto the cold floor. I don’t release her throat until she’s fully on the floor.
Leaning down over her, I grab the hem of her shirt and lift it off and above her head then drop it on top of the pants that we discarded off to the side. Stepping in front of her, I cup her chin, lifting her face to look into her gorgeous green eyes. They are absolutely captivating, and I can’t wait to make them tear up from choking on my cock.
“Don’t move from this spot,” I say as my thumb rubs back and forth over her bottom lip slowly. Her exquisite little tongue peeks out, wetting the tip of my finger, teasing me exactly how I like. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth, bruise this perfect throat, but I want to hear you beg me for it.”
Nodding my head slowly, I accept my place before him on my knees exactly where he wants me. I may not know this man at all, but I feel our connection on a soul-deep level, and I know I would give him whatever he asked for.
His stunning blue eyes stare down at me and once again I’m caught in his web, unable to pull away. Even when he drops his hand from my face and backs away, I don't drop my eyes at all. I watch his every move.
Stepping over behind Ethan, he leans down and grabs the top of his hair, pulling his face off of the ground. The poor bastard's face is covered in blood, sweat, and tears. He hisses, squeezing his swollen eyes shut, from the quick motion.
“If you want to live through this night, you will pay close attention from here on out, understand me?" he asks, leaning down into Ethan’s ear, making the pitiful man sniffle and attempt to nod his head.
My eyes narrow into slits at his words, and my anger surges to the top. I want to jump up and scream. Van needs to realize this is not his show. This has nothing to do with him. Ethan is going to die tonight. No one…and I fucking mean no one…betrays me the way he did and gets away with it.
I will let Van play out his big boss in charge of the show thing with Ethan. I like his dominant side and would love to explore that a little more as well, but he still needs to understand what happens here tonight, it's all about me.
“Good boy. Now you're going to watch everything like the good little bitch you are. Keep your eyes on my woman’s face. Got me?”
Once more, he attempts to nod, but Van wrenches his head back harshly, making Ethan yell out from under the tape again. “Fucking answer me," he growls out.
“Mm- mot- moo," he stutters out from under the tape still over his face and mouth, but the sweat has allowed part of it to pull away from his skin just slightly in one spot.
Van tugs Ethan onto his ass by his hair, pulling him backward until he has him up against some boxes. Throwing him onto his side, he stands in front of him as Ethan struggles to sit up straight.
Van grabs the helpless man by the shoulders, roughly correcting his position, then he squats down in front of him, with his elbows on his thick thighs. “Here’s the deal…” Van says,glancing over Ethan’s dirty state. He lifts up his dirty shirt off his chest between two fingers, then drops it. After shaking his head, he wipes his fingers off on his jeans. “I’m going to show you exactly who she belongs to, and after that, you willnevercontact her again. You don't breathe her name. You don't eventhinkabout her again. If you do…I will fucking gut you. Do I make myself clear?”
Ethan lifts his eyes to meet Van’s. Only because I know him as well as I do, I can see the stubborn asshole’s vehemence and contempt in his eyes. He nods slowly.
Another reason he needs to die tonight. He may be agreeing to exactly what Van wants to hear, but I can see it in his eyes, he won't let this go. Not one little bit.
Van hits the side of his face with several hard slaps. “Good boy. You might live long enough to bury your bitch,” Van says with a smirk. I can hear it in his voice, making me smile as well.
The dumbass, still fucking tied up and gagged, surges forward with a growl, making me snicker. First of all, Van has at least 3 inches and probably 50 pounds of pure muscle on him. Van’s reflexes are super quick and he grasps him around his neck with one of his large tatted hands before he could even get near him and slams him backward into the boxes.
By Ethan's reaction, his eyes slamming closed and the squeak leaving his mouth from behind the tape, I would say Van is crushing his trachea, which makes me laugh even harder.
“I could kill you right now…But I'm giving you the opportunity to earn your right to live,” he says, reaching behind him and pulling out the gun he held on Jackson earlier. My eyes go wide because he’s not allowed to kill him. That's my job. This is my kill.
Van points the gun between Ethan’s eyes, but before he does anything else, I move to stand up from my kneeling position. "Van… “ I growl low.
