Page 81 of Beneath Her Skin

“Let’s play then, baby.” I flash her a devious smirk before darting over to the passenger door.

Through the tinted windows, I glimpse a woman straddling someone, grinding her hips with her head tossed back in ecstasy. I throw open the door, which shockingly wasn’t locked, and laugh mockingly.

Vanessa and Brad gasp in horror as they try to figure out what the hell is going on. She rushes to cover her breasts with a sound of pure disgust. I casually rest my arm on the curve of the door frame. “We both know Brad’s cock isn’t big enough to be faking it that hard, Vanessa. You shouldn’t grow men’s egos bigger than they already are. Especially if they’re sadistic rapists,” I sneer.

“What the fuck are you doing here, bitch!” Vanessa shrieks.

I clutch the can close to my chest, clicking my tongue in feign offense. “Ouch. I thought you’d wanna finish what we started earlier. Do we really mean so little to you?” I chastise, my lips curling menacingly.

Brad leans back and rests his head on the seat, turning to face me with an evil glint in his eyes. “Do you get off on watching me fuck my girl? Did I break you so bad that you came running backto me? I swear, virgins are the most clingy afterward. Like lost little puppies, thinking one night means something. Sweetheart, it was just a favor. And I don’t do repeats.” He winks, thinking he’s won.

Rage unlike I’ve ever felt before breaches the confines of my restraint, and this time I won’t be holding back.

I flick my tongue over my top teeth with a raspy chuckle. “You’re funny. And also very blind,” I quip, pouting my bottom lip.

Brad scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about? Nobody’s blind to?—”

Vanessa’s shriek cuts him off as the noxious fumes coat her eyes, thick and suffocating, like toxic frosting over her plastic-perfect face. She claws at them, gasping. I tilt the can, deliberately aiming for her open mouth. She chokes, sputtering, gagging.

Brad lunges to shield her, but I’m faster. I whip the spray toward him, and he howls as the burn sears his vision. Both of them thrash, hands clawing at their swollen, weeping eyes, screaming in agony.

“Told you you’re blind,” I murmur.

“You’redead, bitch! I swear to God, I’m gonna fuckingkillyou!” Brad spits, struggling to force his swollen eyes open.

I barely acknowledge him. Instead, I turn—to find Willow standing beside me, rope in hand, her emerald eyes blazing with a hunger for revenge.

A slow grin spreads across my lips. “Good girl.”

The praise makes her smile, full and wicked.

I thrust my hand into Vanessa’s hair and yank her out of the car. She tumbles onto the grass with a dull thud, scrambling into the fetal position, arms wrapped around her naked body as she wails.

I crouch beside her, my voice a low purr. “Make it hurt, Will. She’s all yours.”

Then I straighten, turning to Brad—still clutching his ruined face, still sniveling.

“This one’s mine,” I growl.

Brad throws blind punches, swinging wildly, but I easily step back, letting him flail like a wounded animal. I let him have his moment—until I grow tired of the game.

With the near-empty can of pepper spray, I douse him again. He howls, clutching at his ruined face, screaming obscenities between gasping sobs.

Without hesitation, I bring the can down—hard—bashing his head over and over until his body slumps, unconscious. I drag him onto the grass, tossing him beside his whore.

Willow stands over Vanessa, her wrists and ankles bound tight, but hesitation flickers across her face as she stares down at her prey.

I grab another length of rope and bind Brad the same way. My voice drops, steady and cold.

“They deserve this, Will. They tortured us for years without mercy—just for existing. They’ll get no compassion from me in return.”

Willow nods, my words fortifying her resolve. We have to do this—or we die in their place.And I won’t let that fucking happen.

She strides toward the arsenal Sable so graciously gifted us, returning with a red gallon container of gasoline. Flashing me a flirtatious smile, she tips it forward, sending a thick splash of fuel cascading over Vanessa’s trembling body.

Vanessa gasps, eyes wide with horror. Willow mirrors her shock, hand flying to her mouth in mock apology.

I chuckle, devoid of emotion. “Douse the bitch.”

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