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He would have asked who’d hurt me, and sometime between me being unchained at the skin-farm and brought inside the hotel, she was delivered.

  “Come on, pretty girl.” He snagged my hand and walked me towards the blonde, who, to her credit, tried not to show she was afraid. Tried and failed. Her fear hung in the air.

  He positioned me in front of him just a few feet away. Using one hand, he gripped my waist and pulled me backward to mold against him. The other moved my hair to one side so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.

  “I wanted you to relax, relieve some stress.” He placed a soft kiss on my neck. I angled my head to give him better access that he didn’t hesitate to take.

  “Ah,” I hissed when he bit down, slightly jerking from the sting. He soothed it with his tongue, lightly swirling it over the bite mark.

  His solid body was a pillar of strength behind me. I could feel his hard dick pressing into my ass. “I know it’s been a while, so I just wanted to remind you, we kill slowly. We draw their pain out and watch them break. I want you to look her in the eyes as she suffers.”

  I audibly swallowed, pulling in a lungful of air and then quietly releasing it. In other words, don’t bash her head in using the pole.

  “I got it,” I confirmed, turning my head to kiss his cheek.

  “Make her bleed, baby.”

  My grin was unrestrained as I stepped forward. I could feel his eyes watching my every move. The blonde’s throat bobbed and her eyes slightly widened. Funny, she didn’t look so entitled anymore.

  I knelt down and traced my fingers around the dental tool forcing her mouth to stay open. “You’re always so prepared. Where did you get this?” I asked, looking over my shoulder.

  “I usually always have one with my tools; I’ve used it for other purposes.” He proudly grinned, making me laugh.

  “Is that how you know Dhal?” I didn’t intend to ask him about her that way, but what was done was done. It slipped out. We’d never had that talk. Obviously, he had a past, and I wasn’t bothered by that at all.

  I honestly wanted to line some of the girls up and high five them for giving my man experience, but from what I did know, the majority of them were dead, so that wasn’t going to happen. I was curious about her, though, and I wanted to kill her, but that wasn’t important.

  “Ah, no,” he chuckled. “Dhal didn’t like things that rough.”

  I stared back at the retractor. He always did that, worded things a certain way. It wasn’t by accident that he just confessed to fucking her. Rome was smarter than that.

  “You’ve been holding out on me? You don’t play with me like that,” I fake pouted.

  “There are a lot of things I haven’t done to you…yet. Don’t worry. I plan on destroying every fuckable hole you have. There’s going to come a day where I fuck you so hard that for weeks after, the thought of even seeing my dick will make your pussy sore.”

  “Oh,” I stupidly said. If he talked like that to me for an hour, I’d probably combust without him having to lift a hand.

  Gnawing on my lower lip, I focused my stare on the floor. Did that mean he’d been holding himself back? I didn’t want him ever to feel like he couldn’t be exactly who he was meant to be—in bed or out. I didn’t want a fresh skinned good guy with a moral compass. I wanted my filthy mouthed tattooed devil.

  Fuck Prince Charming and knights in shining armor; I had a beautiful dark king.

  He came up behind me when I didn’t say anything and nudged me with something hard. “These are for you.”

  I glanced down at his hand to see a pair of red pliers.

  “Let me guess, a tooth for a tooth?”

  “No.”

  “No?”

  “No. When the cannibals took one of mine, I took all of theirs. She knocked out one of your teeth. Now, you’re going to take out all of hers.”

  “I didn’t have a choice,” the woman began to plead. Her voice came out weak and muffled. I wondered how long she’d been tied up like this.

  Romero circled me. I stayed crouched in front of the woman who was now yelling incoherent babble.

  When I didn’t move right away, he gave me a look that said, ‘What the fuck are you waiting for?’

  “Here, I’ll hold her head, just like old times,” he smiled, showing all his pearly whites. He placed both his hands on either side of the woman’s face. And fuck if his thumbs slowly rubbing up and down her cheeks didn’t piss me off. I didn’t want him touching her.

  I adjusted the pliers in my hand and went straight for the front right tooth, clamping down on it. I tugged a few times to no avail, ignoring the pained screeches that echoed loudly in the air. “Okay, so this went a lot easier in my head,” I muttered.

  After readjusting my grip, I twisted the pliers and wiggled them back and forth, trying to break the tooth away from the root. Blood was leaking from the gums, dribbling down the blonde’s trembling chin.

  Tears fell from her eyes. I didn’t care. I wanted it to hurt.

  Soon enough, I could hear the tooth starting to crack from my relentless pressure.

  I bit down on the tip of my tongue and concentrated.

  Without warning, Romero fisted her hair and jerked her head back at the same time I squeezed the handles all the way together and pulled towards my chest.

  Her tooth finally broke off with a tiny snick that I almost missed because she wouldn’t shut the fuck up. I let it fall to the old linoleum floor, soaking up her cries of pain, paying no mind to the wretched gag that spilled from her throat. There was a tiny piece left embedded in her pink gums.

  Romero kept a firm hold on her head, refusing to let her body reflexively turn away from the source of pain.

  I paused for a minute, watching as more blood leaked from the tiny hole the half-tooth left behind and ran over her bottom lip.

  I knew the average person had between thirty-two and twenty-eight teeth, which meant this would end up taking a good chunk of time.

  Her right front tooth went next, followed by an incisor where a thin strip of fleshy gum came away with it. Romero held her head through the whole ordeal.

  Her voice had turned hoarse, and her sobs were dry, all the tears spilled from their ducts. After pulling out another two teeth at random, my wrist was way beyond the point of starting to ache. Furthermore, snot was running from her nose; there was saliva and blood all down the front of her and on my hands. It was disgusting.

  With a sigh, I tossed the pliers down and stood up. “I’m getting bored and my wrist hurts,” I sighed, looking for something to wipe my hands off on.

  Romero let the blonde’s head go and whipped a dark green cloth out of his front pocket, pressing it into my hands.

  He then wordlessly turned around and pulled a familiar knife from his back pocket.

  “I’ll finish it,” he said, taking up my prior position. Without preamble, the tip of the blade met her gums and began to dig in. Suddenly finding her voice, she squealed like a pig being slaughtered. Romero held a handful of her hair to keep her head still.

  Neither of us was affected by her sobs.

  The sounds she made while choking on blood were an indication that Romero was doing something right. He cut his way into the whole top portion of her mouth, mutilating the gums in a way that the pliers never could.

  I watched without commentary. This woman skinned people alive. In my opinion, what we were doing was child’s play, mercy she didn’t deserve. I even felt a little vigilante.

  Rome stopped after he finished the bottom, accepting his cloth back to wipe off his own hands and the knife.

  Her mouth looked like it had been put through a paper shredder.

  She’d passed out from the pain when he started on the right portion of her gums.

  Romero dropped his cloth to the floor and then nodded his head toward the door.

  “Why are you leaving her alive?” I asked, walking towards the exit.

  “I’m letting her suffer for a little bit. I’ll off her
in the morning.”

  I nodded and entered back into the hall, heading straight for the dark stairwell. I felt better, more clear-headed. The violence gave me peace.

  Romero grabbed my hand and linked our fingers together. I was half-way up the first set of stairs, walking slightly ahead of him when I abruptly stopped and turned around. I smiled happily at him.

  “Thank you for that.”

  He let go of my hand and cupped my chin, His soulless eyes held mine, drowning me in their endless depths.

  “Don’t ever thank me for shit like that.

  I told you, you’re mine, and that makes me yours. It’s my job to handle anyone who hurts or disrespects you.”

  I rolled my lips together and placed my hand over his. Rising on my tiptoes, I brought our mouths together, and he instantly responded, letting my tongue through to explore.

  Cupping the back of his neck, I nipped at his lower lip, letting out a small gasp when without warning he forced me to sit down on the stairs. I giggled like a fucking girl when he roughly started tugging my pants down.

  “Ugh, what are you doing to me?” I groaned.

  “I haven’t done anything yet.” He reared back and flashed me a devious smile. “I’m going to make you come in my mouth, and then I’m going to fuck you in this stairwell.”

  “Can you let me pretend to be mad at you for five minutes?”

  “No.” He removed everything in his way before placing his hands on my knees, spreading my legs so far apart it burned.

  His eyes met mine, and then he was burying his face between my thighs. He dragged his tongue from back to front, circling it around my clit. I lost count of how many times he did that before plunging it inside me.

  “Your pussy is a fucking narcotic,” he growled, hooking my legs over his shoulders, holding them in place with his hands clamped around my thighs.

  “Fuck, Rome,” I moaned and grabbed the back of his neck, bucking my hips uncontrollably against his face while trying to push his tongue deeper.

  He slightly lifted away with a soft chuckle, his warm breath fanning over my sensitive nub a second before his mouth closed around it and two fingers slipped inside me. His teeth gently bit down. I cursed and let his hair go to grab his shoulders as an orgasm came rushing in out of nowhere.

  He continued to pump his digits in and out of my pussy, massaging my clit with his mouth as I writhed against him.

  I was still trying to come down when he rose up, sucked his fingers into his mouth, and then partially slid down his jeans.

  Grasping his dick with one hand, he slid it up and down my slit, coating the head in my arousal before driving into me.

  “God,” I half moaned, half whimpered.

  “Romero,” he arrogantly corrected, pulling all the way out and pushing back in, burying himself to the hilt. He angled me so that half my ass was hanging off the step.

  Bending my knees towards my chest, in true Romero fashion, he fucked me ruthlessly.

  The marble stairs painfully dug into my back. He was so deep it felt like he was trying to fuse us together. It hurt in the best way possible.

  “Watch us, baby. Watch how my dick slides in and out of your pussy.”

  I managed to glance down, watching his slick cock slip in and out of me. The sound of skin slapping skin and my screams of pleasure echoed up the empty stairwell. His barbell repeatedly met my G-spot.

  Through my euphoric, lusty haze, I felt him watching my every reaction in his intense analyzing way. I fisted his shirt and pulled him closer, bringing his lips to mine.

  He greedily swallowed my obnoxious sounds. I could taste myself on his tongue, turning me on more than I already was.

  In the recess of my mind, I knew I was entirely too hooked on him.

  It wasn’t healthy but I didn’t give a fuck. Nothing else mattered to me when we were killing or fucking, and with us, they always went hand and hand. A psychologist would have had a field day.

  I yelped when he dropped my right leg to wrap his hand around my throat, and the back of my head hit the step, forcing my body into an awkward arch.

  My mouth opened but only a cough came out as he pressed down on my windpipe.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” he demanded in a level tone, pressing down a little harder, continuing to drill into me.

  My stomach dipped. Had I ever admitted that aloud before? I couldn’t remember. I wasn’t ready to vocalize that or tell him he was everything to me, that he was everything I ever wanted. He was the oxygen in my blood, a dangerous toxin I would willingly inhale over and over again so I could feel alive.

  Some would claim this made me weak, but what the fuck did I care what people thought of me? I didn’t. I never would again. I had tunnel vision and Romero was my glitter in the dark.

  He watched me struggling for air and fighting to deny him. I wanted to glare, but my eyes started to water. I could feel my heart beating against my ribcage. Blood roared in my ears.

  “I…I’m yours,” I croaked, just barely.

  “Good girl,” he soughed, leaning down to bite my lip so hard he drew blood.

  “Now you’re either going to come, or you’re going to pass out. I’m not letting you breathe until your pussy is clenching around my dick.”

  I may have whimpered, earning another devious grin from him. I focused on the feeling of him moving inside me, lifting my hips as best I could.

  The pressure built at a dizzying speed as black dots danced across my line of vision.

  My fucking chest burned with every attempt I made to drag air in, a throbbing started in the back of my head.

  He lurched down and licked the tears that had broken free from my cheeks, kissing along my jaw-line. “Beautiful,” he breathed in my ear as he bottomed out. Heat spread up my spine, pervading through my core.

  Just when I thought he was truly going to choke me out he let go I came apart around him with a soundless scream, my mind going blank and my vision turning a fuzzy black as I dragged air into my desperate lungs.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  I could feel the soft mattress beneath me, and my pants had been replaced with what felt like boxers.

  My head hurt, my throat ached, and my body felt like it had been hit by a car.

  “Fuck,” I groaned, rolling to my belly.

  “Uh, I think you’ve done enough fuckin,” a familiar voice drawled.

  Arlen?

  I momentarily forgot all about my pain and whipped my head around. My blue eyes met with a pair of cognac ones at the foot of the bed.

  I immediately sensed something was different about her, knowing the bruises spread across her once flawless bronze skin came with a story.

  Biting back my questions, I chose to concentrate on the fact that she was right in front of me. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her presence or had even liked her until that exact moment. I felt a little more weight lift off my shoulders knowing she was alive.

  “I was so worried about you,” she exhaled, rushing forward and engulfing me in her arms.

  I fought the urge to shove her away. I didn’t do touchy-feely unless it was Romero, but I awkwardly patted her back so I didn’t come off as a total bitch. She smelled freshly showered. Her chocolate hair was piled on her head in a messy bun.

  “How long have you been here?” I asked, gently pushing her backward.

  “Grimm brought me a few hours ago. I can’t go anywhere without that damn man followin me. He stood outside the bathroom the entire time I showered and then locked me in the room,” she growled.

  So they were locking her away too? Huh.

  I studied her various tattoos, unsure what to say next. We hadn’t known each other long, but she was one of the only women I’d allowed myself to get close to. I guess I considered her a friend.

  “You look thoroughly fucked. Y'all certainly didn’t waste time goin back to your kinky ways.” She made a hand motion around her throat.

  “I think I need to see what you do.” Pushin
g the comforter away from my legs, I slowly stood and walked into the bathroom.

  “Holy shit,” I muttered when I saw my reflection.

  My bottom lip was slightly swollen, my hair a mess, and there was an obvious hand shaped bruise on my neck that matched the ones on my wrists.

  Lifting my tank top, I saw there was another from the stairs digging into my back. I was in fact wearing a pair of plaid boxer shorts rolled up at the top. Seeing as Romero was usually commando, I sincerely hoped these were his retro just-in-case drawers and not some random man’s dick huggers.

  I picked up the comb I used earlier and smiled at myself, combing out my blonde locks.

  “Where is Romero?” I called out and asked.

  “Not sure, he said he’d be back and not to upset you.” She snorted as if the possibility of that happening was absurd.

  I had just sat the comb down when I heard another familiar voice.

  “Room service!” Cobra yelled enthusiastically.

  I practically levitated out of the bathroom, taking note of his blue sling and his freshly trimmed carrot head.

  I beamed at him and gave a little wave.

  “Girl, the fuck was that? Get over here and hug me,” he demanded good-naturedly.

  I slipped past the food cart he’d wheeled in and reluctantly let him give me a one-armed hug.

  “Thank fuck you jumped off that bridge. If anything happened to you, I’d be dead,” he admonished.

  I didn’t think Romero would take out a man he considered his brother because of me, and I hadn’t actually jumped, but I wasn’t going to point that out.

  “Cali.” A timid voice spoke from the open doorway. I looked past Cobra to see Jinx standing with her hands nervously clasped at her waist.

  Clearly, this was a night of reunions. Yay me.

  “Go head and do the girly thing. We’ll catch up later, but make sure you eat every bite. You got this waif thing going on right now. You’re already too skinny and your ass is shrinking. I gotta go talk to Rome.” The smile he gave me reached his silver eyes and I couldn’t help but return it. I had no anger for him; I was glad he was alive.

  He gave Jinx as wide a berth as he could, pulling the door shut behind him.