Page 45 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“Only a little,” I replied. “And not for very long.”
“Huh.”
“Pfft. It was like a couple of seconds, really.”
“Does that happen a lot with your sexual partner?”
“No, you’re the first.”
He looked at me strangely. Like he wasn’t sure whether he was annoyed or intrigued. Eventually he just shrugged his shoulders and curled back up on my chest.
“No questions? Or how dare you?”
He gave me a manic grin. “I’m still here. Can’t have done that much damage to me. Besides, I quiet like the idea that sex with you is a deadly experience.”
“It certainly is,” I said with a laugh. “I saw your soul and I um… I may have marked it.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. So that the world knows you’re mine, too.”
He pressed a kiss against the mark on my chest. “I don’t mind that one bit, kitten.”
Chapter Seventeen
Rayne
ThesquelchingsoundasI drove my knife deeper into the leg of this scumbag echoed around the large room.
“No! Stop!” he screamed, sweat dripping from his brow.
I wasn’t going to stop. I’d never stop.
I plunged the knife deep into the meat of his thigh and let the man’s screams soothe my battered heart.
Torturing the damned was one of the ways I liked to relax. I needed to destroy something to help me to let go. And fuck did I need to let go after seeing Roux naked in the arms of another man.
Ithurt.
The mostly naked man in front of me whimpered. “No more, please.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” I growled and the guy paled even further.
I didn’t know what he’d done, I didn’t care. I was just here to carve some flesh from bones, maybe remove a finger or two, and hopefully bury the pain that burrowed under my skin. He was tied to a chair in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a pair of white pants. He must have been about fifty when he died. There were wrinkles around his beady little eyes and his hair was thinning at the back.
This guy wasn’t screaming enough. I could still hear my heart fracturing.
I reached for his fingers and one by one, I twisted and pulled. Loving the sound of the bone crunching and the man screaming. Gods, the sound was beautiful.
I reached for his other hand when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and held me tight.
“This won’t help, brother,” Rafe said as he rested his chin on my shoulder.
I huffed but didn’t reply, too far gone into my anger and desperation that words were difficult.
Rafe let go of me and walked to the door, pulling the file I hadn’t even bothered to read. It contained all the information about the guy currently bleeding all over the concrete floor. I didn’t bother looking. I just selected a guy who needed torturing very painfully.
“Oomph, this guy definitely deserves all that you’re serving today, brother,” Rafe said as he walked back to me. “Meet Richard Smythe. He liked to murder little children after raping them.”
