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“God, you are depraved,” he howled.
He was playing with my life, but I knew he wanted to fuck me more than he wanted to kill me.
I had never felt more alive.
“Watch that blade, little bloom,” he said. “Eyes on the blade. Watch it.”
He stuck his dick inside of me and my vision burst with stars. Logan had fucked me in this same contraption, but I had been on my hands and knees, and hadn’t seen anything that was going on. It had been so dull. Thrust, thrust, thrust. All mechanics. But like this? Lying on the bench, my line of vision cut in half by the top of the lunette, being forced to look between Hazard’s fiery red hair and the angled blade? It was like my whole body was melting and being born again, filled with power. His cock stabbed into me and I grunted.
“What would you do if I died right now?” I asked in a hoarse voice. “Tell me!”
“I’d keep fucking your body until I came,” he murmured. “I don’t give a fuck if you live or die because all I want right now is to feel your cunt squeeze around my dick. I want to feel your body pulse around me like you have nothing left but involuntary reactions. Like a chicken with its head cut off, your sweet little cunt would still react to me, wouldn’t it, my queen?” He growled, power swelling inside of him, almost as if it was flickering between us, fighting to fill both of us up. “And if killing you is what makes your cunt squeeze my dick, then I’m going to do it.”
I gasped, so turned on I couldn’t think straight, but he kept fucking me, and I kicked my legs, trying to do anything to get more of him. I was a fiend and he was my addiction; I needed all of him, every single drop of his blood and his breath and every twitch of his cock. But trapped in that head hole, all I could do was touch him. Run my hands over his stomach. Pinch his nipples. Reach for his neck. Tighten my legs around him. His sweat laced my fingertips, and I was completely at his mercy. And I spread my legs wider, clenched my pelvic muscles along his long cock, hoping to everything in this unholy world that I was making him feel exactly like he wanted. Exactly like I wanted. Because there was more to this than sex. He wanted to conquer me, just like I wanted to conquer him.
He groaned, throwing his head back, letting the blade fall a little further down. I jolted, my pussy walls contracting around him. He laughed, pleasure crossing his face.
“I’m going to let it fall,” he said.
“Do it,” I shouted. “Please. Do it. Make it slow. I want to feel it!”
“You want this blade to come down on your neck, you little slut?”
“Do it while I come!” I screamed.
And he let it fall, barely a few inches above my neck, and he laughed, then curled the rope around his fist until he hoisted up. Tears ran down my face, everything in my mind so confused about what I was supposed to be feeling. Fear. Frustration. Rage. Power. Devotion. Hope. And loneliness.
Because I knew I was keeping a secret that would tear our bond apart.
He pulled out, coming on my dress, the blade coming dangerously close to my neck as he came. He fell to his knees, tonguing my pussy and jerked two bony fingers inside of me until I came too, then he hooked the rope back into the right place, syncing the device with the remote. I unhooked the lunette’s upper latch myself, then sat up, straightening my dress, letting his come smother it in dark stains.
Now that we had gotten that out of our systems, it was time for a plan.
“You’re going to need help getting Ernest,” I said. I motioned at his pockets and he gave me his new board member phone. Once he ran through the controls, I gave him new numbers to add to his contacts. “The first one is the number for Finn Carter; he owns an assassin company. And the second number is for Desmond Callen; he owns a few pharmaceutical and medical companies. He can get you sedatives.”
“For what?” Hazard asked, his expression deadpanned.
“Ernest Dumas isn’t like Logan or Toben or even Simon,” I said. “They were small fries compared to Ernest. You’re going to need backup.”
“You underestimate me, my queen,” he snarled.
I blinked, then put a finger into his chest. “Trust me; I don’t doubt your capabilities. But Ernest has guards. Plenty of them. And if you want the ability to drag him out in one piece, so that we can both kill him together, like you promised, you’re going to need some backup.”
Hazard groaned, and I squeezed his arm.
“Just think about it,” I said. “That’s all I want.”
His brows furrowed, but he kissed my forehead, trying to appease me. I slid the phone back into his pocket, and we wandered back through the Bloom Estate together, never quite making it back to his welcome ceremony. We had other things on our minds.
CHAPTER 14
Hazard
Dust wafted in the air, and though I had tried to have this meeting in the motel room, this idiot wanted to meet outside. The sun beamed down like an oven, or maybe it was the irritation bubbling under my skin. I rubbed my forehead. Zira hadn’t let me call the bastards from my phone myself.
She called them for me.
The asshole in front of me—Finn Carter, I think that was his name—stood stiff, like he was made of bricks. A bushy beard was on his face, wavy black hair on the top of his head. An ‘assassin,’ apparently. Like I needed that kind of help.
