Page 42 of Queen of Madness

He jerks violently, shaking his head and spraying blood along both of our chests. While this pisses me off, Onyx grins, lifting her left heel and jamming it into his thigh. This forces her dress to rise, and the brief view of her lace covered pussy makes my dick stir to life.

She leans in, grabbing hold of his hair again, and forces his face up. Blood pours from his mouth and over his quivering lip. She scoops a bit up with her pinkie finger and traces a heart on his cheek. “Tell me what I want to know, Manny.”

The muscle in his jaw works, but I catch him before he’s able to spit again, squeezing his lips shut. “You’re already dead. Decide how painful you’d like to go.”

He narrows his eyes at me but swallows the blood he had ready to spew at Onyx. I release him and let her resume her place, only this time, she has a pair of pliers in her hand.

“I’ll start with the molars and work my way to the front.” Her words are meant for me, not him, and I nod in understanding, prying his mouth open again. She’s done asking him questions and instead will rip the words out as she watches him bleed out.

Wise on her part. It makes her come across as bored, rather than desperate. Like this is no more than a tedious job and she can’t wait to just be done with it.

And it works. She’s three teeth in before his howls turn into confessions. Some that have nothing to do with Embros, I’m sure shouted from his delirium, and others that are important. We learn that he was approached by the Murphys and given the incentive of sixty thousand to work with some others to stage the business meeting. It was a four-year project setting up the vendor’s credentials, which is why he seemed to check out when the twins ran the check. The guard already had a grudge, the Murphys just had to remind him and give him reason enough to act on it.

There are no other moles according to him. Well, just one.

Me.

“Is there anything else?”

“Kill me,” Manny roars, thrashing back and forth in the chair. “Just fucking do it, you piece of shit whore! You are nothi—”

He doesn’t get to finish his statement because his eyes are wide in shock, the pain slowly working through his adrenaline as he realizes it’s coming from the blade sticking in his chest.

My own body responds to her swift act, my blood thrumming fast, the sound in my ears much louder than his gasps for air.

“I’m growing tired of insults surrounding what I do with my pussy,” she mutters more to herself than him as she releases her fist, and the knife retracts back into the metal bracelet. “Do you still see me as some sympathetic... What are you doing, Kane?”

I’m on her before she realizes, backing her into the table. I’ve never been more aroused than I am right now, and while I have no idea what I’m about to do, I know I need her to come undone by my hand. I need to see something behind the calm veil she has over her.

I need her.

My hand finds the tie holding her dress together and yanks the knot free, exposing the delicate body underneath. Her nipples react immediately, drawing tight in the cold room while goose bumps spread the expanse of her arms. I snatch the bloody scalpel from the table and slice through her panties.

She watches them fall to the floor before her low, heated gaze roves the length of my body and focuses on my eyes. She’s trying to read me. Trying to understand how I can be so fucking turned on by the fact she’s just tortured and killed a man while I’m still wearing his blood on my button-down.

But she won’t be able to figure it out because even I can’t.

I step into her space and capture her jaw in my hand. She seems unfazed by my tight hold and instead leans her head back, a silent command rather than a question burning the edges of her pupils.

My body does as told, eager to take care of her in all aspects in this moment. My lips find her neck, and my tongue darts out, exploring the column of her neck while my free hand greedily slides down her body. Over her pebbled nipple, down her soft curves, and to the heat radiating from the place I want to be the most.

I let my thumb work over her slit, sliding through her dripping pussy until I find the spot that makes her tense. She sucks in a sharp breath, and I smile against her neck, slipping two fingers inside while I massage the nerves that have her moans falling freely.

One of Onyx’s hands finds my back, her sharp nails digging through my shirt and into my muscle as she tears at the fabric to find leverage. I hiss, releasing her jaw, and grab one of her legs, hooking it around the crook of my elbow while I fuck her with my digits.

I know she’s trying to take back the control she’s letting slip, but I refuse to let her, and the harder I press into her clit, the louder her whines of pleasure. She’s close, so fucking close, I feel her tight walls flutter around my fingers.

My teeth find her ear lobe, nipping as she begins to rock her hips, chasing the high. “Take what you need, Onyx. Because when it’s my turn, I’m going to takeeverything.”

Her orgasm is beautiful, rippling through her body until I see the shivers in her leg I’m holding, to the tips of her hair brushing against the tabletop. It’s a sight I’m becoming addicted to, just like everything else about her.

She drops her legs back to the ground, tying her dress up casually. She scans the still warm body slumped behind me in the chair before turning her dark gaze on me, her mask firmly back in place. “If you can manage to take it, it’s yours.”

Tuesday

“Did you get all that?” I ask my sister again, my eyes scanning the fridge for anything else I may have forgotten.

Again, my mom is out walking with our neighbor, and she ate so much over the course of a week, she only has one apple left in the fruit bowl.

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