Page 9 of No Saint

She presses her lips together, scowling.

“I am not a patient man, Amelia.” I warn, “I have asked a question, I expect an answer.”

“Fuck you.” She spits.

I feel my lips tug up into a cruel smile, “There are ways I can force you to talk,” I tell her, “Though it would be such a shame to cut up all this pretty skin.”

“You think your threats will work on me,” she laughs, “Try again, asshole.”

She really was a little lioness. Beautiful.Deadly.

I cock my head and walk across the room to the plate of food I had ordered for her, “I suspect you’re hungry.”

She narrows those pretty blue eyes.

I carry over the bowl of fruit and orange juice.

“Where is my son.” She demands once more.

“Safe.”

“Where!?”

“In this house, right now.”

“Bring him to me.”

“No.”

She growls at me.

I smile, that arousal of already watching her thrash against the restraints heightening to almost pain.

“How did you meet my brother?”

It didn’t matter, really, knowing the how and why. He was dead. She was not and his son was playing in my living room downstairs. They weren’t together as far as I could tell though I doubted it would stop me if I acted on impulse and fucked her like my cock begged me to.

I could just imagine how she would scream. How she would moan my name and cry for mercy.

I clear my throat, waiting for her answer.

“A bar.”

“What bar?”

“I don’t know,” she huffs, trying to cross her arms and then realizing she can’t, “one down near the marina.”

I stab the fork into a piece of melon and lift it to her mouth, pressing the fruit to her lips. She doesn’t open.

She jerks her head away, “Bring me my son!”

I grab her chin and press the food to her mouth, “Eat.”

With no other option she opens her mouth and closes her lips around the fruit, taking it from the fork as I bring it back. I nod in praise a moment too soon as she spits it out with force, throwing the fruit from her mouth in my direction.

It hits me in my face.

I don’t have time to think, my body moves before I instruct it to and I have her pinned to the bed, the whole of my body forcing all of hers into the mattress.

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