Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49907 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
I reached out and stroked her face, unable to stop myself from touching her any chance I could. “We’re almost done,” I promised, my voice low enough that only she could hear. “You’ll see soon that this is for the best. I give you my word.”
Her wide, tear-filled eyes met mine. She didn’t believe me—how could she? We hadn’t gotten to the main event yet and we couldn’t sit down and have our heart-to-heart until we got back home.
Romeo dragged the blade lightly over Daniella’s exposed arm, letting the cold steel make her flinch. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
He sliced through Daniella's bra. With another quick motion, her underwear followed, leaving her completely vulnerable and naked.
She fought every step of the way, her body twisting in vain against Hunter and Atlas’s unrelenting grips. Her cries turned frantic, but they weren’t going to help her. She was powerless, and everyone in the room knew it.
Atlas ran a gloved hand through her hair, his tone almost thoughtful. “It’s softer than Hughes’s,” he mused.
Hunter chuckled. “Amber’s was extensions.”
“Ah,” Atlas said, nodding as if that explained everything. “No wonder half of it came out so easily.”
Romeo didn’t even glance at them. He was focused, toying with the blade as if weighing its next purpose. With an almost playful toss, he let it spin in the air before catching it effortlessly. Then, without a word, he slid the blade straight into her pussy, almost gently at first, using it in place of himself.
Daniella screamed in agony, her body jerking violently, but it only earned a firmer grip from Hunter and Atlas.
Romeo placed a hand on her lower back to keep her still as he thrust the blade in and out, watching her reaction with a predatory calm, like an artist admiring his latest creation.
Cherish had a front-row seat to whatever damage the blade was doing. She gagged loudly, her face puffy and slick with tears. Lucian patted the top of her head in a rare show of comfort. Ryan joined in with the pointless outrage and grief. Tears streamed down his face too, a pitiful sight. He thrashed against his bindings, and I knew his broken bones had to be slighting.
“Shut him up,” Lucian said, his voice as cool and unaffected as ever.
Thorne stepped forward, delivering a swift punch to Ryan’s head. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and his cries turned into a strangled gasp.
He sagged in his chair, coughing and wheezing. Romeo looked over his shoulder, his masked face aimed in Ryan’s direction. “You should be thanking us,” he said casually, turning back to Daniella as though this were just another day. “We’re doing her a favor. She wouldn’t have lasted a second in our world.”
He increased his thrusting, blood spurting from between Daniella’s legs, her body still aside from the involuntary spasms. I watched Autumn closely. Her breathing was erratic, her chest rising and falling in quick bursts. She was barely holding it together. I was eager to get her ass out of that place and to our home.
Romeo, now satisfied with his work, withdrew the blade and used her hair to clean it off, cutting some of the dark strands. “Welp,” he said, his voice almost chipper. “That was cathartic. What’s next?”
Autumn’s rage-filled scream responded. I stepped closer to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. "Patience."
Hunter and Atlas let go of Daniella, and she shoved herself up. Her chest and stomach were covered in the blood of her friends, and a steady trickle came from between her thighs. She forcibly turned her upper half toward Romeo. “You sick, twisted fuck!” She seethed with every ounce of venom she could muster. “You’re nothing but a little bitch hiding behind a mask!”
Thorne laughed. “Why do they act like this? It never fails, there’s literally always one.”
Romeo sighed, dramatic as ever. “That wasn’t nice,” he said, his tone light, almost scolding. “Is that how you say thank you to the last fuck of your life?”
I didn’t miss the way his grip on the knife tightened. He reached out and grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Let me help you with that filthy mouth before you go.” He dragged the edge of the blade across her mouth, splitting open the corners on either side of her lips.
Blood dripped down her chin, painting her face in crimson streaks. When he was done, he roughly shoved her off the table. She hit the floor like a newborn calf.
“What a selfish whore,” he muttered, wiping the blade on his glove before tucking it back into his jacket.
Cherish was trembling so hard I thought she might pass out. Her tear-streaked face was twisted in horror. She was a fighter, sure, but right now, she was a rabbit caught in a trap.
“We should get the bodies into the living room,” Hunter suggested.