Page 116 of Craving Danger

He’s obsessed with her, and to hear that another man took what he considered his property will drive him insane.

A deranged light fills his eyes.

With a chuckle, I add, “She cried my name every time she orgasmed.”

With the tip of the knife, I pull the waistband of his briefs back and glance down. “No wonder she came so hard for me. How do you satisfy a woman with such a small dick?”

“Fuck you,” he spits.

I turn around and take a couple of steps away from him. “Oh, by the way, she got a tattoo on her side. Shaded brick with a flower growing out of it and the words ‘stronger than ever.’ Your name has been erased.”

“No,” he gasps.

Immense pleasure fills me because I’ve delivered fucking hard blow to the fucker.

“Samantha is mine,” I say as I turn around to look at him again. “She loves me.”

“No,” he shouts, spittle flying from his mouth.

I take a deep breath, and after I exhale, I say, “I’m sure you can understand that I can’t have my woman’s name on another man.”

A frown forms on his forehead. “What are you going to do?

“Marcello,” I shout, and a second later, my men come back into the room. “Blindfold and gag Dr. Grant.”

“No.” The fucker begins to kick his legs, and I know from experience it puts more strain on the shackles around his wrists.

Santo does as instructed, then I order, “Hold him still.”

My men grab hold of the man, and when I’m face-to-face with him again, I press the tip of the blade into his skin. “This is what Samantha felt.

Muffled screams are wretched from him as I begin to hack through his skin. I take my sweet fucking time as I flay the skin from his body, his agonizing screams music to my ears.

Samantha couldn’t make a sound.

By the time I rip the piece of skin with her name off his body, he trembles from the pain.

I drop Todd’s skin on the floor, then say, “Remove the blindfold and gag.”

While Santo carries out the order, I glance at Marcello. “I believe he had a cane with him?”

“I’ll check with the men.”

I turn my attention back to Todd and watch as he looks in horror at the gaping area of raw flesh on his side.

“That’s got to hurt,” I say, my tone taunting.

Marcello comes back and hands me a light brown cane.

I tap the point against Todd’s raw wound, and he wiggles like a worm while letting out a cry.

“You used this to hit my woman, right?” I ask.

His terror-filled eyes dart to me. I use the cane to point at his face. “Samantha had that same look when she got to my house, but don’t worry, she’s recovered fully.”

“Hhh….hhhh,” he tries to mumble something.

“I didn’t give you permission to speak,” I growl before slamming the cane into the raw wound on his side.

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