Page 68 of Tormented Diamonds
The moment she shuffles back, I land my first swing, Liam’s eyes bugging out as I sever a lung. It’s a faster kill than I prefer, but I don’t have the patience for theatrics. A second swing sends his guts spilling out, quickly followed by a third that damn near decapitates him.
I turn around and drop the cleaver, every inch of me dripping with blood. Becca watches in silence as I unclip my holster and draw my gun. “Come here, beloved,” I tell her, my bloodlust far from satisfied. “It’s your turn.”
Becca walks unsteadily toward me, her hands clenching by her side as I brush a lock of hair away from her face with the barrel of the gun. “What are you doing?”
I lean in, a dark smile on my lips as I dust them against her ear. “What my wife wants.” I pry her fingers open, her breath hitching as I press the gun in her hand.
She swallows hard because she knows I’ve called her bluff.
At the club, she demanded a gun, but if she can’t fire a bullet into a dead man, there’s no way I’m risking a live one turning the tables and her own weapon on her.
“I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.” Moving in behind her, I slide my bloodstained hand around her waist and place it flat on her stomach. “You know how this goes. Move your feet shoulder-width apart.” As she shuffles her feet, I bring the other hand around and cup the heavy swell of her breast over herthin T-shirt, my fingers teasing her nipple into a stiff peak.
Her head falls back against my chest. “Gianni…”
“Remember, knees bent, weight on the balls of your feet,” I say, my voice low and lethal. She complies, and I grit my teeth, the angle of her ass against my cock nearly putting an end to this. “Now, arms forward and elbows straight, but don’t lock.” The gun rises and points shakily at Liam’s mutilated body as my hand dips from her stomach into the waistband of her leggings.
She stiffens, her body fighting her mind as her unsteady breaths turn to pants. “What?—?”
Two fingers invade her slick pussy. “You’ll never pull that trigger in a vacuum, Doc. Your target won’t be chained. Bullets will be coming at you. There will be fear in your veins instead of desire. If you can focus with my fingers in your cunt, you can focus when it counts. Concentrate and find your center. Survivors fight, Becca. Victims fall.” Tight, controlled circles against her clit award me a delicious, throaty groan. “Now block everything from your mind, and shoot.”
She stills. Then, the gun goes off.
I expect to find a bullet lodged somewhere in the rafters, not dead-center of Liam’s chest.
Becca lowers her arms, the gun still clenched in her hand. She doesn’t move or blink. She just stares blankly at the new hole in what’s left of Liam’s torso. Even sliding my hand out of her leggings does nothing to knock her out of it.
Damn it. I got too caught up and pushed her too far. Iama monster.
“Becca, say something.”
“Fuck me.”
I rear back, her blunt delivery catching me off guard. “You’re in shock. You don’t know what?—”
“I know exactly what I’m saying,” she says, turning around with the fluidity of a cat on the prowl. “It’s twowords, Gianni. Fuck me. Right here. Right now.”
I fist my hand by my side, the blood on my fingers sliding across my palm like butter. The thought of seeing it on her naked body turns my stomach, something that rattles me more than her request. While my cock begs to be inside her, stripping us down to our darkest core has built an unexpected wall I don’t know how to scale.
I take the gun from her hand and engage the safety. “I think you need to take some time to process what happened.”
“The only thing I need is you…” Blood splashes onto her white sneakers as she cups me with a grip that sends my brain spinning. “And this cock driving into me so hard I feel it for days.”
I’m losing control, the last few shreds of my restraint dangerously close to snapping. “I shouldn’t touch you right now.”
“I think you should,” she taunts, her voice low and sultry. “In fact, I think you should let those demons of yours do anything they want.”
Chapter Twenty
GIANNI
This woman is tempting the wrong fucking killer.
“Damn it, Becca, you have no clue what I’m capable of in this room.”
She stares up at me. “Then show me.”
