Page 137 of Feed Your Fiends

I bite my lip and draw blood as the agonizing seconds drift into tortuous minutes as he studies the files.

“You found all of this information out?” he says, finally looking at me, and I look at his eyelashes instead. I won’t be caught up in his voids that have an even stronger pull than Gant’s.

I nod.

He lifts the demand letter. “For the reward money?”

I nod again.

“Not for Gant’s sake? To finally put his mind at ease?”

“I stated my reasoning in the letter,” I say coldly. “I’m just here to collect the reward. That’s it.”

He smiles a smile that isn’t a smile at all. “I wouldn’t have expected anything less from a girl like you.”

“Yeah, it seems like everyone knowsa girl like me. You, Delphine, Silas…”

“Gant.”

I straighten. “Good, we’re all on the same page, so let’s not waste any more time.”

He tosses the file carelessly onto the bed as if none of the information is new to him…

Isn’t it?

He takes a step forward, I ease back, but then he bypasses me for the closet. When he emerges, he drags out the same duffel bag I’d nearly broken my ankle on. He lifts it onto the bed, unzips it, and it’s full of a shit ton of money, all neatly stacked…for this precise moment.

“There you go. Three hundred grand. It isn’t too heavy, a little more than three kilos.”

He offers me the strap and gazes from his outstretched palm into his black eyes, and I immediately note my mistake. It takes me a minute to break his hold, to step forward and tentatively take it from his fingers without touching his skin. But he ensures that I do, curling his fingers so that my knuckles brush his flesh. Immediately, I recoil, slinging the duffel over my bare shoulder.

“That’s it?” I ask breathlessly. It feels like a trap, and I’m in his lair after all. No, hischamber.His chamber where he slithers through the pipes.

“You want more?” He cocks his head. “What? Does it seem too easy?”

He took the words right out of my mouth.

“Do you want it to be hard?”

At his words, I’m suddenly aware of what’s pointing just a few centimetres away from me. His dick, that’s tenting his briefs. My eyes snap up to those traps, to those shining black coals. I’m hopelessly free-falling into them, despite not wanting to. Something about Bart Auclair tells me nothing is ever your choice. Not really.

He’s real danger. Not the deliciously devouring danger I’m used to.

Elle

“You know, Gant offered you to me,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed and even with his diminished height, his head isn’t far below mine. With the bathroom steam drifting behind him, it’s like we’re in hell itself, and his resemblance to Gant isn’t just uncanny; it’s terrifying. But not in that exciting way Gant makes me feel.

“Everyone’s words must have finally got to him. As you’ve said, his mother’s sister, my brother-in-law, and now me because you’ve crept into my room with that bald cunt.” He tilts his head. “I can see why Gant needs me to break the trance you’ve cast over him. You're his firstspecialpussy. The kind that makes young men believe in fairytales instead of nightmares because that’s all the world really is. No fairy godmothers, just deals with the devil. You just made yours.” He eyes the duffel. “Was it worth it?”

Whatever spell he’s casting, I’m breaking it as I attempt to turn for the door, but he’s too fast. One second I’m standing, the next he tugs my towel so hard that I fall onto him, my forehead smacking his abs before my nose bangs into his hard cock, my knees hitting the hardwood.

The towel flutters to the ground, and a scream tears from my lips as I try to crawl away from him. His fingers brutally fist in my hair, and tears leak from the corner of my eyes as he rips me back, face-first, onto his lap.

“Get—” I scream, but he mashes my face harder into his fat dick, muffling my words.

“I told younot now,” he says, shoving me away so fast and hard, I fall on my ass, my legs spread as my skull smacks into the floor.

His face hovers above my pussy, his eyes zoned in, but I’m zoning in on the massive window behind him. On the reflection standing in the doorway.

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