Page 16 of Devious
A groan escapes my mouth. “One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. Four Mississippi. Five Missi—”
My orgasm electrifies my whole body, and my legs shake. “Devious!”
He continues to lick me as if I’m his favorite meal.
My clit is oversensitive, and I can’t take any more of this. It’s too much. I dig my elbows into the soft mattress, trying to push away from him, but he grips my hips hard, securing me in place.
This is the perfect opportunity to kill him, unguarded and unaware.
My heart thumps in my chest as I wrap my hand around the knife and aim it at his back, but Devious grabs my wrist, twisting painfully, making the knife drop on the bed next to me.
What? How? No! This can’t be happening!
My heart stutters in my rib cage, and adrenaline rushes in my veins like an energy drink. “Devious, please let go,” I whimper. “You’re hurting me.”
But he squeezes so hard I think he’s going to break my wrist in two.
“You think I’m fucking stupid. Like I didn’t know what you were planning all along,” he sneers, wrapping his thick fingers around my neck, squeezing hard. My airway is cut off, and my vision keeps going in and out. I claw at his hands, but he doesn’t flinch. His eyes are lifeless like a corpse.
“Please… please… don’t…” I can barely get the words out.Please don’t kill me, Devious. Please.
“You were planning to kill me. How touching,” he mocks, letting go of my throat.
I cough, wiping the tears from my eyes and snot from my nose.
He seizes the knife and grazes the icy metal against my neck, down to my breast, my torso, to my pussy. Anguish claws at my throat. He’s going to kill me. He’s about to cut me to death. And it’s all my fault because I’m too stupid to plan right. Why wasn’t I smart enough to pick up that it was too easy for me to contact Tommy? Nausea creeps in my stomach, and my lungs burn, and the room spins. I shake my head hard.
“P-p-please d-don’t c-cut m-me,” I stammer.
“I have to say, I didn’t think you would go through with it. I didn’t think my little nymph was brave enough.” He stands up from the bed, and I let out an audible breath. “I knew all along you were plotting to kill me and you were going to move to Germany.” He goes to my suitcase, grabbing the box Tommy gave me, slinging it across the floor. Pieces of broken wood scatter. Flinching, I crawl away from him as much as I can.
“How did you know?”
“I have spyware on your phone. I saw all your text messages, and you were caught on surveillance speaking to him. How did you think it was so easy for him to get on my property? I allowed him in. Get up and put some clothes on.”
“What are you going to do to me?”
“I said get fucking dressed.”
I throw on a white T-shirt and a pair of shorts, and he puts on a pair of gray sweatpants. He snatches me by the arm, launching me toward the elevator. He taps the button and pushes me inside.
“I’ll be good, Devious. I promise. Don’t kill me,” I say.
He snatches me by the arm again, and I kick and jab him, but he doesn’t flinch. “Please, stop. Don’t do this! Help! Don’t kill me!”
He yanks me over his shoulder. When the elevator opens, he flings me to the floor, and my tailbone aches.
I make my way to the corner, cowering like a damn dog.
“Get up, Roselyn.”
I stand up, keeping my distance. “Are you going to punish me?”
Devious yanks me by the arm again, pushing me into the basement. Cells made out of plexiglass are lined up in rows, and the smell of piss and blood wafts in the air. I feel the blood draining from my face. He stops by a small closet with a code on the knob and types it in, grabbing a pocketknife. “Welcome to my dungeon.”
We stop at a cell, and Devious taps a switch and the dim lamp lights up the glass box. Tommy is tied to the chair; his head hangs, and both of his eyes are purple and swollen shut. Devious opens the door, and the smell of shit hits my nostrils.
Regret blankets my whole body. No! No! He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t get caught up in my bullshit. This isn’t fair. I will not let Devious harm him. Adrenaline spikes in my blood, and I ball up my fist, beating him on his back.
