Page 21 of Vengeance and Vipers
‘A deal,’ he says, and I have to admit, my interest is peaked as I stare at the bowl that’s still steaming a little.
‘What kind of deal?’ I ask, wondering how lucid he is. He sounds all there, but sometimes I think it’s just the darkness in him pretending, so I let my guard down.
‘You feed me, and I feed you.’
I stare at him for a minute, turning his words around in my head. ‘What do you mean?’
‘Come out, and I’ll tell you.’
I suppose this exchange is at least taking up some time, I think as I leave the confines of the back of the slab, emerging into the cell once more.
‘Okay. I’m out,’ I say, eyeing the food in his hand. ‘What is it that you want from me?’
‘Come to me,’ he murmurs low, his voice seductive, and I roll my eyes.
‘You demon voodoo doesn’t work on me, Krase.’
‘Just making sure. It doesn’t matter. If you want this,’ he waves the bowl around, ‘you’ll do what I want anyway.’
I decide to play along. ‘Sex through the bars?’
His eyes light up, and I know I shouldn’t mock, but I can’t help my laugh. ‘No fucking way.’
‘I’m starving,’ he whines, ‘and I don’t need to touch you. It needn’t be any more than you sticking your own fingers in your cunt and making yourself come.’
I wince a little at his crass words, but the image of me doing just that while he watches is, surprisingly, not as abhorrent as I’d have thought it would be.
In fact, my lady parts clench pleasantly at the idea.
‘So, you want me to drop my pants and get myself off?’ I ask, just making sure I have it straight.
I have no intention of doing it, of course, but … I mean, it wouldn’t be theend of the worldif I did, would it? I’ve arguably done worse things; they just didn’t involve sex, but is there really any difference?
My stomach twists, and I look at the bowl and then at Krase.
It would be easy to do, and then I get food.
‘Do you need to see what I do?’ I ask quietly.
A light appears in his eyes. He knows he’s got me.
‘No,’ he growls.
I nod, glancing behind me at the stone bed. I don’t really want to crouch behind it next to the waste bucket. I have some standards. But I could do it under the blankets on top of the slab itself.
‘And you’ll give me the bowl?’
‘Cross my heart,’ he grates out, putting it down on the floor just inside my cell.
I nod. ‘Okay.’
Holy shit. Am I really going to do this?
I undo the top button and unzip my jeans, not looking at him, my cheeks getting hot. I sit up on the slab and lay down on it, pulling my jeans down a little for easier access. Closing my eyes, I try to think of something hot, my mind settling on Jayce and Axel double-teaming me in the Mountain, but I find the memory tainted now that I know it was a trick.
I don’t really have anything else …
I glance at Krase, who’s still by the bars, staring so intently that it’s almost as if he canseeunder the blanket.
