Page 105 of Of Desire And Deception

“Fair enough.” Cosimo decked Madden in the face, making his head snap to the side. “Don’t move, or I’ll let her drag it out.”

“I think his back is too pretty,” I said, circling our captive. I met Cosimo’s dark eyes. “Let’s mark him together.”

He strode to the table and selected a blade for himself, then grinned over Madden’s shoulder as he started. The man screamed, and a thin strip of flesh hit the floor. I felt my jaw drop, but quickly snapped it shut and carved a circle on Madden’s chest.

“Anybody else on the team working with you? Ramos? Lewis?”

“N-no,” Madden stammered.

“Typical man, assuming women can’t contribute,” I scoffed. “Though I’m glad I don’t have to kill them. The rest of you will keep me busy enough. Tell me about the shipments the Raiders are dealing with.”

Madden cracked as Cosimo, and I worked in tandem, bleeding out information as fast as our blades drew the crimson liquid from his flesh. I scrunched up my nose when I finished my work because he’d passed out.

“It’s not from blood loss,” Cosimo explained. “Not yet, at least. Shock.”

Sweat beaded on my brow, and I dropped my arm to my side. Torture had taken a lot of my energy.

“You did well, piccola diavola,” Cosimo praised.

“Do you have anything that will make him hurt more?” I asked. The man had harmed women and children. Had set me up, then destroyed my career. Cutting him wasn’t enough. Death wasn’t enough.

Cosimo crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side. “What did you have in mind?”

“I don’t know.” I waved my hand in the air. “Salt to pour in his wounds. Something you could inject that would burn like fire in his veins?”

“We could do both,” he offered.

“Okay,” I agreed, watching his muscular ass in those black jeans as he pulled supplies out of a metal cabinet. He returned with a box of coarse salt in one hand and a vial and syringe in the other.

“Salt first,” Cosimo suggested. “There’s a good chance the shock of the second will kill him. He’s also lost a lot of blood.”

He poured salt into my palms, and I slapped them against the letters on Madden’s chest, grinding the jagged white crystals into the wounds. That woke him up. He screamed, and I winced when my ears vibrated painfully. I jumped back, abandoning my task and shaking the rest of the salt from my fingers.

“You’ll learn,” Cosimo chuckled, approaching with the syringe and a roll of duct tape. “Why don’t you help him stay quiet?”

I caught the tape as he tossed it, tearing off a strip and slapping it over Madden’s mouth. Cosimo injected the drug in his arm and disposed of the needle. The effect was immediate. Madden cried out behind the tape, his body thrashing in agony.

I leaned close so he could hear me through the pain. “Not all justice can be achieved with the legal system. Sometimes justice is served cold and bloody, through lives sacrificed in the pursuit of revenge.”

My foot slid, and I looked down, seeing how much blood was on the floor. Cosimo was right that he’d probably die of blood loss if he didn’t die from shock. The wounds on his chest and back still bled steadily. I skated through the crimson puddle, creating the bloody outline of a heart.

Cosimo laughed, but the humor quickly turned to determination as he stalked toward me. I turned, but there was nowhere to run. He was on me almost immediately, his hand wrapping around my throat and yanking me back to his chest.

“Shh. Don’t move.” He tightened his hold. “Watching you play drives me crazy. My cock has been hard as fucking steel the entire time. It’s time for me to play, now, piccola diavola.”

Cosimo ripped my sweats and panties down my legs, then forced me down to my hands and knees. I heard the clink of his belt, then the zipper on his jeans. He slapped my bare ass hard enough that I cried out, then his thick cock was at my entrance, shoving deep and filling me completely.

“Fuck, psycho,” I moaned. “A little foreplay would be nice.”

“You’re fucking soaked, Remi,” he growled, dragging himself out of me so I could feel each of those barbells against me. “Torture is your foreplay.”

Cosimo pressed inside me torturously slowly, and I pushed back against him, forcing him deeper. I struggled to keep my hands steady on the slick, bloody tarp. He leaned his body over mine, wrapping his hand around my throat and lifting my head. Madden’s eyes fluttered, and his body had gone still.

My husband’s voice purred against my ear. “And death, piccola diavola, is your ecstasy.”

Madden’s eyes closed, and his lungs rasped out a final breath. Blood dripped from the trademark I’d carved into his chest: DIAVOLA. My pussy clenched around Cosimo’s length, and his laugh vibrated from his chest to my back. He was right. Serving my own twisted form of justice was an aphrodisiac.

“Fuck me, Cosimo,” I panted, desperate to feel him move inside me. “Please. I want to take it all.”

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