Page 103 of Wicked Tricks

I tucked one finger under his chin, lifting his head up to look directly at me. Our faces were so close, I could kiss him if I wanted to.

“Why did you come?” I breathed, punctuating each word.

He looked away again, avoiding my gaze and I shrugged, pulling the metal bar back over my shoulder once again. This time I aimed a little higher, and struck his ribs with a shattering force that caused him to fold in half. Holding the bar by one end, I used the other to tilt his head up once again.

He groaned with pain and hacked and coughed as his mouth filled with blood.

“You gotta give me something, because I’m getting real bored, real fast,” I hissed.

He laughed at me again, spitting the pool of blood at my feet.

“You dirty little-” I snapped, taking my bare foot and planting it hard in the middle of his chest. Both he and the chair toppled backwards and landed on the floor with a crash. I stepped over his body, so I was standing directly above him, not caring if he would see up my robe, and put my foot on his throat.

“You realise that the only reason you’re still alive is because of the information you hold in that tiny little brain of yours. If you’re not giving anything up, we might as well be rid of you so we can get on with our holiday.”

He pursed his lips, struggling against the ropes that kept him bound.

I shrugged and sighed, lifting the metal bar up high and preparing to land a blow in the middle of his balding head.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he cowered, and I raised an eyebrow.

There was a beat of silence as he considered his options. His eyes continued to dart between Antoni, Angel, and I. The only thing left to decide would be whether he would die with dignity or not.

“You’re right, I am a Redliner,” his voice was hoarse as he admitted what we already knew.

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes, “butwhyare you here?”

“We just wanted to see…” he managed.

“See what?” I pushed.

There was silence again, I thought I had him.

Instead, he started to chuckle, even as the blood dripped from his mouth.

“We just wanted to see if the leader of the Santino’s really was fucking a dirty Lilith’s whore.”

My eyes widened with rage and I lifted the bar above my head again, and brought it down as hard as I could.

Before the metal met his skull, I felt a large hand grip my wrist.

“Come with me, now,” Antoni said urgently, pulling me away from the piece of shit.

“No, I need to deal with this motherfucker,” I spat.

“Angel can handle it. Come, now,” he pulled me up the stairs and down the hallway.

“What’s going on Antoni?”

“I need you,” he said, ripping at my dressing gown and throwing it to the floor, “right now.”

He let out a low groan as he discovered what I was wearing underneath the gown. It was almost the exact same lingerie set as the one I had first teased him with. That night felt so far away now, and the hunger in his eyes made me want him just as badly as he wanted me.

Not caring that we were still in the hallway, he tugged at the straps of my bra, pulling it down around my waist. The cool air felt fresh on my skin, and he took a nipple into his mouth as the hallway filled with the muffled sounds of screaming coming from beneath our feet.

I threw my head back as his tongue worked its way up and down and around my breast, leaving no spot on my chest ignored. His rough hand gripped my ass at the same time, pulling my hips towards his. I could feel how hard he was, the firm length of him pushed deep against my stomach.

His mouth met mine, and he kissed me deeply, twirling his fingers into my hair to pull me even closer. This is how we were.

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