Page 62 of Jagged Souls
“Can you get the V?” I say. “I think I knocked it off the table.”
“I don’t need that to make you feel good.”
“But then you can shift, and you have such a big tongue as a werewolf. You don’t want to hurt me though, do you Daddy? I thought I was being such a good girl.”
He stills, and I wonder if he’s quick enough to realize he doesn’t need the V if he’s just licking me. Or if he’s just so caught up in the moment, he’s not thinking things through and just associates werewolf + human = needs V to not hurt them.
“I want to feel your long, wet tongue in my pussy,” I say, trying to keep him from thinking straight. “You will be able to lick me in places no one’s ever touched me before. Don’t you want to be my first?”
The idea of virginity is like catnip to “nice guys.” They act like they are such gentlemen, when in fact, they’re the most judgmental, women-hating assholes out there – which comes to light as soon as you do something they don’t like.
So if I can piss him off by getting him to look for the vial I’ve hidden, he might forget to ‘care for me’ at all and just straight up rape me. At least then, I won’t be high on V.
“Okay. Because you’re being such a good girl. Just wait here. Daddy’ll be right back.”
I smile at him as he hurries away, bending over at the waist as he scours the floor for the sex potion. He looks for less than ten fucking seconds before he’s back between my legs, shoving his underwear down, and pulling out his cock.
“What are you –”
He shoves into me, and I grit my teeth from the pain. The “foreplay” with my nipples did nothing to prepare me.
“I’m sorry, princess,” he grunts as he grabs my hips and rams into me like an animal. “Daddy couldn’t wait. I kept thinking about how good you feel, and I just had to get back to you. You understand, don’t you? You forgive me?”
I ball my hands into fists as he tears apart my vagina.
“Of course, Daddy,” I grit out as I arch my back, a new plan forming in my fucking mind. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to kiss me too. Will you kiss me? Show me I’ve been a good –”
His lips crush mine. My stomach lurches up my throat as I force myself to part my lips. He is so far gone, he clearly isn’t thinking about what I did to Eduardo’s nose. He shoves his tongue into my mouth without any hesitation, and I kiss him back, straining against my binds as I moan beneath him.
“I need to touch you, Daddy,” I rasp against his mouth. “Untie my hands.”
“I can’t,” he pants as he kisses my neck.
“Just one,” I plead. “Please? I want to cup your balls as you fuck me.”
He groans as he shudders and falls on top of me. I pray the asshole hasn’t just come. Let one fucking thing go my way right now.
“Okay,” he says as he kisses my lips. He starts thrusting into me again. “But I’ll have to tie you back up afterwards.”
“Of course,” I say breathlessly.
He leans back enough to undo the strap on my right arm. As much as I want to clock him in the face, I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him back to me. My heartbeat is utterly calm as I slip into the mindset of an assassin.
I trail my lips down his throat while my free hand slips between our bodies.
He moans.
I kiss his neck, right below his jaw.
Then just as my fingers graze his hips, I bite down hard and rip out his carotid.
He falls against me, gasping and in shock but not dead. I have sixty seconds to torture him before he passes out. Two more minutes after that until he dies.
As blood squirts all over the place, drenching me and the table, I spit out the chunk of his throat. His dick slides out of me, then the rest of him starts to fall off the table. I squeeze him with my thighs before he can thump against the floor.
Weaving my hand under him, I undo the buckle holding down my other arm. Then I slowly lower him to the ground and untie my feet.
Sliding off the table, I don’t turn for the door. There’s no point running. I don’t know the building, and they can just hunt me down by smell. Given I’m covered in Grubs’ blood, I’ll be easy to find, and that might make it harder for Varius to rescue me.
