Page 56 of All Your Bloody Lies

“Don’t tell me I lost you to the Bastilla twins.”

Bastilla…

I swallow, and force my gaze upward. “Never, I’m just a girl that likes every hole filled.” I need to keep my composure. Focus. Fucking focus.

Two booths down from the twins, we finally reach our destination. It’s clear of anyone, but there are bottles resting in a bucket of ice. He had been ready to bring someone up here and was just looking for the right mouse to trap into his cage.

He doesn’t hesitate to sit and pull me into his lap. “You may reconsider that when I’m stretching that little cunt of yours. I’ve torn women bigger than you before.” I’m uncertain if that’s something to flaunt around, but it doesn’t bother me, so I cross one leg over the other and lean into him.

“I like a challenge,” I say, keeping an eye on the twins. When he leans forward and grabs one of the bottles, I do my best to peek over his shoulder. It’s nearly impossible given his height.

They are still occupied with the redhead.Keep it together, Xeraphine.I need to stay focused and not let this rising anxiety get the better of me. For the first time in so long, I am terrified. I’m just not sure where that’s stemming from. I don’t think I’m afraid of them, but maybe I am. This is the first time I’m facing the men that aided in destroying my life.

“Drink, my treat.” He presses the bottle of tequila to my lips and starts pouring it back. Damn, does he need me loose? I don’t disobey, leaning my head back and allowing the sharp bite of liquor to pour down my throat.

My drink is still in my hand, so I wonder why he’s not just letting me finish that.

He probably spiked the bottles, is my guess. Great, now I need to act further.

When he pulls it back, he rests it beside him without taking a drink for himself. That at least confirms my suspicion, and I raise my glass. “Would you like mine instead?”

A toothy grin accompanies his response, “I need to perform at my best, and alcohol can hinder that.”

I hum, and hear a scream that is mixed with groans and moans. “Seems like they’re enjoying themselves.” He pauses and brings his hand to my cheek, drawing his knuckles down to my jaw. “Tell me, Stephanie, why are you here? I can’t imagine that someone as good looking as you is single. No ring, and…” He leans down to my neck, and takes a long, healthy sniff of me.

I peer over at the twins, the redhead is sprawled across the couch, blood trickling from her mouth. She is alive, but I imagine won’t be talking for a week.

“Not claimed. Though, I do smell Vampire in you. Someone gets around with the Dylox community.”

Fucking Kai, of course that is why he was biting me so much. Though, I should be thankful he never did it to claim me. “What are most women here for, Clay?” I counter, as he takes my drink from me and sets it on the armrest.

“For money. For connections. For a good fuck.”

“Then you have your answer,” I respond quickly.

His hands grab around my waist and he can nearly lace his fingers together with how big he is. I hate Shifters, but Gods I’d be lying if the size difference between us didn’t make my body tremble with curiosity. He lifts me with ease and straddles me in his lap.

“Look how tiny you are,” he remarks. Okay, I’m not that small; he’s just a beast. I’m five-nine on my best days, well above average for a woman. “I will enjoy taking you apart, my treat.” When he leans in to run his tongue along my neck I wrap my arms around his head and force out a moan.

My eyes are on the twins who are drinking now. I know my heart is beginning to race, and my skin is heating. There is no way that I can let them go. They are going to die tonight, they have to.

“You are eager to be filled, huh?” I’m brought back to the moment, realizing that his fingers are between my thighs and running the length of my slit. “So wet…” I wish it were because of how he was making me feel, but I’m completely numb to any sensation he is giving me.

It’s the idea of killing them that is making me soak my thighs. The thought of taking one of the twin’s heads and forcing it to suck the others cock until he comes in his brother’s mouth. Imaging laying in their blood and pleasing myself to the knowledge that they are no longer walking this fucking planet and I am that much closer to my revenge.

“Bastilla’s! Boys, come meet my treat,” Clay shouts, pulling me from my reverie as I stare at them.

Oh no.

“I can see you want us all, and who am I to deny such a pretty face,” he whispers into my ear as the twins turn toward us. My heart pounds, and I sink slightly into his lap, hiding my face.

Fuck, will they recognize me?

Focus. If they do, I’ll just kill them right here. It’s fine.

It’s actually not fine. There are so many people, not only across from us that can see, but above on the third level that overlooks this one. If I am worried about Kairhyse hunting me, having Mortars Syndicate coming after me too would just add another problem to my growing list.

No, I need to settle down, get them somewhere private, and do what I do best. I cannot afford to make a scene. Not if I want to kill them all. They all have to fucking suffer.

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