Page 37 of Enemy of the State

She says nothing, her chin lifted in defiance, making the sick-and-twisted thing inside of me smile. When she doesn’t sink to her knees, I tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear as I command, “On your knees, sweet Lou.”

That gets her attention, her eyes snapping to mine as she stares at her devil. She scoffs incredulously, sneering in disgust. “Are you mental? I’m not sweet.”

I smirk, sure that no one, and I meanno one, has ever described Louhi as sweet.

“Oh, you’re anything but sweet, but you’re going to be sweet for me right now, aren’t you?”

She sneers, refusing my order, which forces my wicked smile to grow in size, surely stretching the mesh fabric, as I give her my back, reaching for the black opaque bag I brought with me from the storeroom. Pouring the contents on the ground in front of her, I litter the floor with tiny white grains of uncooked rice. Her milk chocolate gaze widens, nearly bugging out of her head, as my intention clicks inside her brain.

Her face quickly contorts into a scowl as she obviously prepares to spew poison from her pouty lips. Seizing her by the throat once more, I squeeze, cutting off her air supply as I spit, “This is the last time I ask nicely. Now, be a sweet girl andget on your knees.”

Darkness rapidly sweeps across my gaze, threatening to consume me, and the woman must have a painful death wish as she pushes me, clearly desperate to see the blackness that lives inside me.

She smirks, even as I grip her neck tighter, hoarsely replying, “No.”

“Have it your way then.”

She shouldn’t be testing, pushing me this way. I can’t re-cage this beast once unleashed and the grasp I have on him right now is weak, at best.

Releasing her throat, I attempt to shove her to her knees by the shoulders. She struggles to jerk out of my firm hold, but no matter how strong this woman is, she doesn’t have the muscle mass I do. I wrestle her down to the ground, the beautiful, naughty woman combating me every step of the way.

Her chest heaves, and while she looks like she might begin to breathe fire, there’s something else gleaming in her eye, something akin to lust, hunger, and arousal.

But that’s not the only thing that gives away her desire, and as she continues to fight me, I tell her, “I can smell your wet cunt. You like this, don’t you?”

Her nostrils flare, and in a last-ditch effort to avoid the impending discomfort, she brings her knee up to try to nail me, but I block her with a muscled thigh. A claggy, amused chuckle tumbles from my lips at her pitiful attempt at stopping me.

When her bare knees eventually make contact with the painful grains of rice scattered across the concrete floor, she snarls up at me, her chest expanding as she breathes heavily. Her knees must be screaming as the rice digs into her skin like shrapnel. With a boot to her inner thigh, I kick her legs open wider so that she’s restingon the inside of her knees, and her face contorts, giving away the moment the pain becomes excruciating.

“Open. Tongue out.”

As expected, she doesn’t do as I command, and my boots crunch over the rice as I step up to her, gripping the sides of her mouth, squeezing hard. Clenching her teeth, her jaw flexes, fluttering against the pads of my fingers.

Every time she defies me, fueling my depravity, my hold on my darkness strains further. “Open your mouth or I’ll do it for you.”

Without warning, her jaw unlocks, lips barely parting.Is she scared of what I’d do to her if she refused me? Or is she simply interested in complying to get off the rice faster?

“So shecanfollow orders…to an extent,” I muse, as Lou’s eyes narrow into thin slits.

When I chuckle at the sight, an honest to Godgrowlleaves her throat in response, but I simply snatch a fistful of her dirty hair, yanking her head back so that she glares up at me.

“Tongue out, Lou.”

I tighten my grip on her hair in a clear warning, daring her to disobey me. Slowly, tentatively, her tongue peeks out, and I reach into my pocket and pull out the clothespin I stuffed there in the storeroom as Jace closed his eyes, smiling as he shook his head at me.

“Since you don’t feel like talking, I’ll make sure you can’t.” Clamping the clothespin around the tip of her tongue, Louhi spears me with a look that promises retribution.

Her breathing is ragged as she attempts to remain completely still, so as not to ignite more suffering. But that’s okay, the agony I can inflict on her is not in short supply.

Crouching down behind her, I slip my hand into my pocket again, removing another clothespin. Cupping her sex, I slide my fingers through the wetness gathered there, tendrils of her arousal snake around my digits before I clamp the clothespin around her clit.

She shrieks, and the sound has pre-cum dampening my boxer-briefs, my stiff dick fighting for release.

“All you have to do is tell me what I want to know and this can end,” I whisper into her ear, flicking the end of the pin clamped around her tongue. “Oh, wait,” I say, snapping my fingers. “You can’t talk, can you?”

She squawks, her body jolting as if she’s going to fight me, but I simply laugh, shoving her into the rice harder. When she groans low and deep around the wooden clothespin filling her mouth, I thump on the end of the pin around her clit, likely sending spirals of pain through her.

“You like it when I play with you like this.”

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