Page 116 of Reckless Seduction
Kiernan groans in satisfaction from where he stands in the corner of the room, broad shoulders braced against the wall, his eyes lit with a dark flame of desire as I drag the knife across her skin.
“Or you can just stay quiet.” Kiernan shrugs lazily.
My knees shake at the dark, naked lust in his voice. His eyes are molten pools. He is speaking to her but looking at me.
“I’ve found that the Iron Princess here has a thing for knives. Who knew my treasure had such a dark side.” His gaze never leaves mine. “She loves the feel of it sliding across the skin. How it just gives beneath her with ease.”
“Fuck you,” Lina hisses at him. “I’m not telling you a damn fucking thing.”
“This is going to be fun.” I cackle as I circle her like a shark scenting blood in the water. The tip of my knife follows me, tracing the delicate skin of her neck. I keep the pressure light enough not to cut, but enough that she knows all it would take is one wrong move and she would bleed out like an animal.
“Taking revenge for all the women you sold,” I murmur near her ear. “For the children you enslaved. They might not be here for your execution, but I’ll damn well make sure everyone knows about it.”
I come back around and lower the knife, carving several shallow grooves into her chest. She grimaces but doesn’t cry out. Prideful bitch.
I think about everything she did to me. What she planned to do to me. Besides Brittany, I only ever had one friend—her—and it was all a lie.
My entire life was a lie.
Drew. Brittany. Lina. Crowe.
The grip on my tenuous control slips as I think about all I’ve suffered at their hands. I carve into her skin again. Anywhere and everywhere the blade can reach, I cut, then watch her blood spill onto the concrete floor beneath her in dark red ribbons.
Lina hangs limply now, fat tears streaming down her bloodstained cheeks. Her breaths hitch. Her head lolls. The darkness inside me stirs at seeing her so vulnerable, so broken. Exactly what she tried to make of me.
I grip her jaw and force her face up.
“Look at me.”
She does. Barely.
“You will never take advantage of another person ever again.”
“You’re just as self-righteous as your mother was,” she hisses, venom dulled by pain and hiccupping sobs. “All she had to do was keep her fucking mouth shut about the rape, and everything would have been fine. But she had to go and be a fucking?—”
She doesn’t get to finish that sentence.
I drive the new blade Kiernan gave me straight through her skull.
The impact jars my wrist. Her body jerks once. Then stills.
A sick kind of satisfaction blooms in my chest.
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Silence fills the room. Thick. Final.
Then Kiernan is suddenly behind me, his heat at my back, his hands sliding over my waist.
“Such a good girl,” he purrs in my ear, sending tingles straight to my sopping wet cunt.
I spin and launch myself at him, kissing him with every ounce of passion I possess. He has been there every step of the way, relishing in my darkness instead of shrinking from it. Just like Seamus, he wants my obedience in the bedroom, but in the streets, he stands at my side as an equal.
“So perfect,” he murmurs against my mouth.
He chuckles as I rip at his shirt, buttons flying across the concrete. The fabric falls to the bloodstained floor, revealing his heavily muscled, tattooed chest.
His hands frame my face for a moment, eyes searching mine.
