Page 52 of Pretty Little Prey
“You sick fuck,” she exclaimed. “Let me go!”
Sly slowly slid open the toolbox.
She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the knives he would sink into her. Not wanting to see anything that would cause her harm. She talked a big game, but paper cuts made her curse. To be cut and left bleeding? Gaping wounds without any supernatural healing abilities?
Her entire body trembled with fear. If vampires were unable to lick and heal their victims’ wounds, she would have still been bleeding from Nikolai’s bite.
“Open your eyes, lamb.”
“No,” she squeaked out.
“Open them. Now.”
Drawing in a long, deep breath, her eyelids fluttered open to peer into the box.
No knives.
Sex toys.
She released a yell of pure anger—her fear swooping out of her so fast, it left an absurd amount of room for rage. “Are you fuckingkidding me?”
Sly tsked, shaking a finger at her. “You’re the one being so dramatic.”
She tried to break herself free again. “You are so ridiculous.”
“We’re going to play a game.” Sly stroked a hand over one of the large vibrators in the box. Vibrators, dildos, a blindfold, a butt plug, and—were those nipple clamps?
She could kill him. “You’re going to sexually tease me for answers?”
His grin deepened, flashing brilliant white teeth. “I love how smart you are. Picking up on context clues like that. Such a good little lamb.”
She cursed him up and down, shouting and yelling obscenities as she thrashed in the ropes.
He chuckled at her dramatic display. “Smart and violent. My two favorite traits in a woman.”
“Now, I’m so pissed at you, I won’t tell you a thing,” she remarked. “Go get some knives from the kitchen because that’s the only way you’ll find out anything.”
“Don’t tempt me. I would get them if I thought you were into knife play. But bringing those out would make Bastillesuperjealous.”
She released another mini-roar of anger again—the sound so soft and meek compared to the roars a predator could release.
“Should we start with the nipple clamps or go straight to Mr. Vibrator?” Sly asked.
“Screw. You.”
“Vibrator it is, then.” Sly gently picked up a wand vibrator with a thick bulbous head meant for powerful clitoris stimulation.
“Why do you even have these?” she asked, trying to delay him as he balanced the wand in his hand.
“Made a rush order, but don’t worry, we know how to use them. We like to thoroughly pleasure our women,” Sly replied. “Our cocks do a great job, but there’s something about fucking a woman with a vibrator strapped to her clit. The vibrations are so powerful, you can almost feel them on your dick with each thrust. Want a live demonstration?”
If Duttur shifters were capable of growls, she would have released one.
“Imagine being one of those women—their desires catered to by four menandsex toys. Sound like a dream?”
The four of them had shared a woman before? Luna had a hard time imagining where all the body parts went. But the thought still made her core tense, her abdomen hollow, and her cheeks bloom red.
“Is that something that would interest you?” he inquired.
