Page 108 of Cruel Pleasures
Ryu.
At the door flinging open and my abrupt appearance, they jerk apart in surprise. Her red lipstick marks his skin. His hands grip her fat ass. Her dark eyes meet mine and gleam with the sweet burn of revenge.
An invitation to prove what we both know. That I’m fucking gone. I’m fucking mad over her.
Come and get me, it says.
And I lose it.
I black out.
Nobody’s home as I storm through the room and wrench her off of him. She’s stumbling to the floor from the sheer force used. Ryu’s barely up on his feet to react in time. Both fists clench shut in the fabric of his shirt, and I jerk him toward me, ready to tear him to shreds.
Rip him apart limb from limb.
Slit his throat and crack open his skull.
Do every violent thing imaginable to him ’til he’s a pile of mutilated flesh on the ground and I’m covered head to toe in his blood.
If Ryu ever had any intention of defending himself, he’s decided against it. He doesn’t fight back as I draw my fist, fully intending on smashing it into his face and breaking his nose.
To start.
Before I reach for the coil of rope on the floor and strangle him with it. Before I find the nearest, largest, sharpest blade and then introduce him to it. Before I take him down to my workshop and make his last living moments nothing but unimaginable suffering.
Then I see it.
The humor in his gaze. The silent message. The fact that he knew I’d be coming.
He was waiting for me. He intended on me walking in on this moment. He knew as well as I did what Imani was trying to do.
Play us against each other. Manipulate us for her benefit.
As if of one mind, we turn our heads in her direction. She hasn’t gotten up from where she fell when I snatched her off Ryu.
In typical Imani fashion, she challenges us, lifting her chin defiantly. She doesn’t plan on backing down anytime soon.
So we’ll make her.
“Don’t let me interrupt,” I say slowly. A mad smirk curls onto my face. “Do what you have to do, Warden. By all means.”
Ryu gives a nod, then gestures to the center of the room. “On your feet, bunny. Now.”
Imani’s unshakeable defiance shows its first crack. She glances from me to Ryu to the bundle of rope gathered a few feet away.
“I said now. Remember the first rule?”
“Obey.” Imani scrambles to her feet to make his request happen. She presents herself in the center of the room, waiting for his next command.
I stand back and play spectator, impressed by how easily she falls into line.
Playroom six has always been one of the Market’s most requested. Ryu’s shibari talents are well known.
“Strip.”
Imani sucks in an audible breath as though plunged into icy waters. Her fingers move quickly, tugging down the straps of her bra and unhooking the back of it. Before its even touched the ground, she’s sliding out of her panties.
The fiery rage that had consumed me only moments ago makes its first move toward my groin. Blood travels to my cock and pressure builds from within. I contain it with a bite of my jaw, despite how fucking delectable she looks.
