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And like any rabid animal he needed to be put down.
Taking a deep breath, I swung my body out of the car, a matching fake smile on my face as I lifted it for him to press his lips against my cheek.
“Is everyone ok, Gretal? When you rang and said to meet you here, I thought…”
His eyes flicked down to the hand I rubbed against his chest and then back to my face. Pope arched an eyebrow in silent question. “What's going on?” He seemed genuinely confused and my smile deepened.
Meeting his eyes, I ran my hand over his chest. “I wanted to see you alone, Pope. Is that bad?” I rubbed my hands under his cut, over his nipples. A cut he shouldn’t be wearing. A cut he had brought shame to. But somehow I hid my distaste. I needed him to believe me. And after years of being anyone who paid’s fuck toy I was good at pretending. I touched him like it was the only thing I had ever wanted to do.
And he fell for it. Just like I knew he would.
“What are you saying, Gretal?” His big hands covered mine. His thumb swiped back and forth over the back of my hand. Even that small touch made me want to puke. But I would never let him see it.
“I can't get you out of my mind, Pope. Ever since I saw you again. I know you are married but…”
“We are both married, Gretal.” He reminded me. “What would Hansel do if he knew you were here with me?”
I met his eyes unflinching. “But he doesn’t know, does he? No one needs to know. No one but us. It can be our little secret.” I cocked my head to the side; I already knew I had him. Pope's eyes darkened. Lust taking over any suspicions he had. “Something just between us.”
He licked at his lips like they were suddenly dry. “Yeah, it can be our secret, Gretal.”
He was calculating what he could do to me now he knew no one knew where I was. The beast under his smiling demeanour peered from beneath his lashes. Pope had every intention of making me his latest victim and I would make him believe that, right until the last minute.
“No one knows you are here?”
“Of course not.”
His fingers curled around my hand, pulling me after him. “Then follow me, sweet, I'm going to make you feel things tonight, Gretal. I promise you. I'm going to make you…”
I drowned out his sickening words and followed after him. My head lowered demurely. I would make him think he had me. A willing victim right until I plunged my knife into his chest.
***
“Come here, Gretal.”
The moment the door snapped shut behind us, his hands were sliding around my waist, pulling me towards him. I went without a fight. I needed to be close for this to work. It might turn my stomach to have him pressing against my stomach. But I rubbed against him anyway.
I could deal with his groping for a little while. Just long enough to secure him and get revenge for my friend.
I stiffened without meaning to when his lips brushed the corner of my mouth.
“What's wrong?” He drew back slightly, searching my face. There was no true uncertainty in his eyes. He was playing at it. Pope thought he had control of this situation. He was a predator, a man who preyed on those who were weaker than him.
I wasn’t weaker.
Not by a long shot.
“Nothing.” I stepped away, my fingers going to the hem of my tee. I dragged it above my head letting it fall to the floor. His eyes were drawn to my tits, just like I knew they would be. “I just think you have too many clothes on.”
“We can take our time, Gretal. I've been waiting to get you alone for years. Since I first heard your story from Hansel, I knew you would come to me for what you really needed.”
With a small shove, I pushed him down on the bed. He bounced once before I was clambering over him, my knees straddling his waist. “And what is it I need, Pope?”
“A man to treat you how you crave being treated.”
Pope was so mesmerized by my tits that he didn’t notice the handcuffs I had slipped from my back pocket until it was around his right wrist and snapping shut on the headboard.
“And how do I want to be treated, Pope?”
