Page 4 of Killian's Vengeance

She started to squirm again, kicking her legs out, her flip-flop shod feet uselessly striking against my shins. I could hold her like this for hours, letting her tire herself out as she pathetically tried to free herself, but I had better things to do.

I pulled zip ties from my pocket and quickly tied her hands behind her back needlessly tight, feeling a surge of satisfaction when she yelped in pain. My sadistic tendencies were being harshly fulfilled, though usually the pain I inflicted was consensual.

“Shut up,” I barked. I didn’t need any of the residents in the building calling the fucking cops. As if yelling at her made her realize she had vocal cords, she opened her mouth to let loose, but I clamped my hand over her mouth.

“Keep it up. I’m going to enjoy dealing with your oppositional tendencies in a more controlled environment.” I made my voice as sinister and cruel as possible, and it had the intended effect by making her eyes widen in panic. I grabbed a ball gag from my back pocket, thrilled to be able to shove it in her lying fucking mouth.

It was only due to years of practice with gags, that I was able to quickly snap it on before she had a chance to scream. Unfortunately, it didn’t do much to stop the squirming, kicking and screaming behind the gag. That was going to be an issue. Removing a clearly resisting woman from an apartment building would definitely raise red flags with anyone watching.

I would have preferred to have taken her at night, but we’ve had a guy stationed here for days and this was the first time she showed up. We couldn’t take the risk of her leaving again and not returning. We had to find her accomplice and I couldn’t rest until we put a bullet in both of them.

Grimacing at her continued resistance, I decided I was going to have to drug her. I’d handled drugs, particularly sedatives, many times in my mercenary days. It was always handy to have it on hand when doing work with such unpredictable variables, people being the most unpredictable of all. I would have to adjust the dosage considering I typically used it on much larger individuals than her, though she was a bit taller than I expected.

I pulled a syringe from my pocket and her eyes widened comically. She shoved her shoulders into my stomach in an attempt to push me out of the way and run for the door.

It didn’t work, of course.

I grunted at the impact of her bony shoulder ramming into my abs, but quickly grabbed her around the waist and put her on the bed, straddling her waist.

I wasn’t going to lie, my cock jerked as I looked down at her restrained and gagged, her ocean blue eyes swirling with a combination of anger and terror. A part of me was impressed at her continued attempts at resistance even in the face of such inevitable defeat.

I placed my hand around her neck, ceasing her movements by applying pressure to the delicate chords of her throat. “I’m going to give you a sedative, not kill you. You need to be still, so I don’t make a mistake with the needle. I wouldn’t mind killing you, but I need some information. Don’t move. Understand?”

This was a lie. I didn’t need to be particularly precise with the needle. I could have just stabbed it into her thigh and pushed the plunger and been done with it, but there was something intoxicating about forcing her compliance, making her obey, even when every instinct in her body was urging her to resist. Again, my dick twitched and my blood pounded at the headiness of my domination over her.

I tightened my hand on her throat, urging her to answer me. She quickly nodded her head, her eyes once again wide with fear and doubt, clearly unsure if I was telling the truth or actually going to kill her. A reasonable concern, considering her predicament.

I moved down her body, sliding my hands on the smooth skin of her thigh. She had very considerately worn short shorts, exposing the area I needed access to. I ran my hand up and down her thigh, as if I needed to find the ideal spot to place the needle. Obviously, I didn’t, I just enjoyed amplifying her fear, which was evident in the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the tears seeping from the corner of her eyes.

I placed my fingers on either side of a spot on her upper thigh and brought the needle there. I glanced up at her face, wanting to see her expression the moment the needle pierced her skin. I had no fucking idea why I was fucking with her so much, why I needed to see how she reacted to my need to dominate her, the need to witness my complete control of her. I decided to assume this instinct was related to my desire for revenge and not interrogate it any further.

I slid the needle in, watching as her face contorted with discomfort and fear, feeling a surge of satisfaction at her continued compliance, at her allowing me to do this, even though I knew she only agreed because I had made it seem dangerous for her to resist.

I paused for a moment, my thumb hovering over the plunger.

Why the fuck was I so obsessed with her reactions? What the fuck was wrong with me?

I was about to shake my head to refocus and just fucking press the plunger, when she lifted her head, her sky-blue gaze shifting between where my hand held the needle and my face, her wet eyes wide with confusion and anticipation. She was wondering why I was hesitating. She was waiting for me to hit the plunger. Why the fuck did that turn me on?

Shit, I needed to get on with this. I hit the plunger and her head dropped back as she waited for the effects of the drug to hit her. I pulled the needle out and watched a bead of blood well up at the injection site. I had an instinct to wipe the blood away but ignored it. She didn’t deserve any fucking consideration. She was still the same cold-hearted cunt who set up Mac and had him killed.

I just needed to fucking remember that.

It took about two minutes for the drug to completely knock her out. I quickly removed the gag and the restraints, planning to wrap her in a blanket and take her out of here as if she were sick or sleeping. That should raise fewer concerns for anyone watching us leave the building.

I wrapped her in the bedspread, her blonde head tucked into the curve of my shoulder, her soft breath tickling my throat. As I walked down to my car carrying her soft weight, her light, floral scent washed over me. She smelled fucking amazing.

Jesus, if I was having this kind of reaction to her, and she was unconscious, what shot had Mac had against resisting her?

Just the thought of her taking advantage of him, her setting him up, sent much needed anger coursing through me again. I needed to hold on to that anger, that grief, that despair because Lily Jensen was more potent than I could have ever imagined.

Chapter 4

Willa

Islowly awoke, my head swimming and aching, my mouth feeling like it had been pasted shut. There was tightness and pain on the right side of my face that felt unfamiliar. What did I do last night? Did I get into a fight? Did Vanessa get me to drink too many rum and cokes again? I went to rub my aching head and was brought up short when I couldn’t move hand. My eyes shot open and I stared with shock at my wrists wrapped in some type of leather cuff and chained to the wooden slats of the bed frame.

Where the fuck was I? Anxiety and terror started to burst in my veins like pop rocks.

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