Page 14 of Taming Seraphine

I gaze up at him, bat my eyelashes and nod.

His eyes shine with lust. “Then take it.”

Not taking my gaze off his, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. The man hisses through his teeth, his barrel chest rising and falling.

“That’s it, baby. Now, take it all.”

He doesn’t need to ask twice.

I bring the boning knife up from beneath the pillow and slice through his dick. He screams, blood spurting on my face like a geyser.

He staggers back, his hands cupping his crotch. “You fucking bitch!”

That bastard doesn’t know half of it. Slipping his penis in my pocket, I rush at him with the knife. He skids on his blood and lands on his ass.

“Get away from me.” He raises a palm, trying to fend me off, but I dart around to his side and slice his throat.

The man gasps, his eyes wide, his hand clutching at the gash in his neck. Blood spills through his fingers and onto his shirt, forming pretty blooms of crimson.

I stand over him, my chest heaving, and watch the life fade from his eyes. The dull roar between my ears settles into a steady beat, and I can finally exhale.

“What...” he croaks as though confused about how he’s ended up dickless.

“You told me to take it all,” I say, absorbing every flicker of pain, every anguished breath. “And I liked it very much.”

“Psycho... Bitch.”

My lips curl into a smile.

An agonizing death is the only thing I enjoy about being in the company of a man. However, as with most of his kind, he’s left me unsatisfied. I step through the puddle of his blood and out of the room, needing to see more blood. Craving it.

That’s when I spot Leroi sleeping on an armchair with his throat exposed.

FIVE

LEROI

I only get a crick in my back when I’ve slept in the armchair, but I’m too mellowed out to open my eyes or bother to move.

A dry cough chokes through my parched throat. The air is still thick with the scent of weed, but someone must have been smoking something much stronger because I never fall asleep during poker nights.

I didn’t mean to drink so much whiskey, but fuck it, I deserved to let loose. After weeks of preparation, the Capello job went off with only one small hitch, and she hasn’t once left her bedroom. I managed to get some leads on the location of her brother over the course of the evening too.

My mind drifts to that conversation with Anton. He didn’t just know about Seraphine. He’s one of the bastards responsible for keeping her in that basement. Did he know about the collar? There’s no way he wouldn’t.

Anton trained me before I was about Seraphine’s age, but he sure as hell didn’t keep me like one of his dogs. The man was the only father figure I had at a time when I needed guidance. My head throbs at the thought of him corrupting a child.

It’s excruciating.

I can’t even ask him about Seraphine without anyone knowing I killed the Capellos. My mind is so twisted in a loop that I can’t even imagine him mistreating Seraphine.

Rhythmic ticking from somewhere high on the wall interrupts my relaxed state. I try to meditate so it can fade into the background, but the sound becomes insistent.

Shit. I envy the fuckers who can sleep through alarms and all kinds of shit, yet the sound of a clock is grating on my nerves.

If only I cared enough to reach for my gun…

Tick, tick, tick.

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