Page 67 of The Cute Psycho

This is it. This is where she curses me out and leaves.

I nod very slowly, waiting for her outburst. I guess there's a line between seeing me beat up a few men and... this.

"That's genius!" she exclaims. "I don't think I've heard of something like this. How did you think of it?"

"He wanted one last meal," I say, studying her and her unusual reaction.

She takes it even further by chuckling at the joke.

"Ingenious, I like it," she comments right before she pops the piece in her mouth.

I'm momentarily taken aback by her gesture, but as I remember the not-so-great condition of Mr. Petrovic, who is currently moaning for help,I can't in good conscience allow her to eat that. If she wants to try human meat, I'll get her some. Or even better, I'll give her a piece from my own body.

Damn, but wouldn't that be the height of eroticism?

Acting fast, I grab her by the waist and bring her into me, forcing her mouth open with mine, and prying the meat from it.

Wide-eyed, she doesn't struggle as I lay a chaste kiss on her lips, pressing my teeth down to chew on the meat.

"You..." she trails off, looking at me as if I've grown a second head. "Good Lord, Vlad." She bends over, laughing.

"Help..." Mr. Petrovic is still trying to get her attention.

"Shut it." I turn to him at the same time as Sisi. Seeing our matching actions, we both burst out laughing.

"You're insane," she croaks, her lower lip trembling from too much laughter.

"Me? You're the one who tried to eat a piece of my prisoner!" I jokingly accuse.

"Well, don't leave them lying around. Besides, isn't it good manners to offer food to guests?" She raises an eyebrow at me.

"I thought we'd established Ilackmanners," I fire back.

"Hmm, and I think we also established how I'd take care of your... lack of manners," she replies saucily, and not for the first time tonight, I find myself enthralled with her.

"Help," Mr. Petrovic moans again, and we both turn sharply toward him.

"Can't you see that we're talking?" Sisi shakes her head at him, coming to my side and laying her head on my shoulder. "Now care to tell me what this is all about?" she asks, her eyes examining the desolate state of Mr. Petrovic's ass.

"Oh, Hell Girl," I groan, my arm sneaking around her shoulders, "you're not squeamish at all, are you?"

"Well, the meat wasn't that bad, although I only had a taste."

"Next time," I assure her, quickly going over my plans with Petrovic and how I think he might be the missing link to find who took my sister.

"I'm sorry," she whispers after I'm done recounting everything. Weird how not even Bianca, who's been my partner for almost a decade, knows the details of my plans. Yet one evening with Sisi and I'm about to tell her my deepest, darkest secrets.

Hell and damnation!

"But you do realize that especially afterthathe's not likely to talk," she comments, and I sigh deeply.

"I didn't think he'd last this long. The stick up his ass alone must hurt like a bitch..." I purse my lips, admitting for the first time that Mr. Petrovic is showing more resilience than I'd given him credit for.

Sisi purses her lips, stroking her chin with her thumb. Her eyes briefly light up, and she takes me aside, out of Mr. Petrovic's hearing range.

"You said he fears for his family," she whispers, and I nod. "Then threaten him with his family."

"I don't know where they are," I grimly reply. That had been my first thought too, but he's hidden them well.

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