I take another step forward. “How do you plan on doing that? Your dumbass is tied to a chair,” I taunt.
“You think I can’t get out of this?” Vivian quips.
I burst into laughter. “I’d love to see you try. It would make my day if you got free, believe me.”
Sebastian clears his throat, and Vivian’s attention refocuses on him. “Who wants the Bradfords gone?”
“Not the Bradfords- just…” Vivian purses her lips, refusing to say anything else.
Rowan storms up to her. “You just said they wanted all of them gone. Quit fucking playing around. Which is it?”
Vivian tilts her head back and spits in his face. Rowan rears his hand back but drops it at the last minute. Cursing, he stalks off, giving me the opening that I needed.
“He won’t hit you, but I will,” I growl, pulling the baton from behind my back and swinging it three times across her face. Her body jolts, foam forming at the corners of her mouth, and her head slumps. “Dumb bitch,” I mumble, turning off the wand and dropping it to the ground.
“I thought you were going to behave?” Liam asks, and I turn to see him scratching at his beard in an effort to mask his amusement.
“She’s not dead, is she?” I state, pointing to the rise and fall of Vivian’s chest.
Liam snorts, “No.”
“Then, I behaved. You didn’t say how I needed to behave,” I retort.
Karl and August’s laughter fills the room.
“She’s got you there,” Rowan says, striding back into the room, his face now free of blood.
Turning, I finally ask the question I’ve been wondering since I walked in here. “Why did you call me out here?”
“Payback,” Sebastian explains, and a smile creeps onto my face.
Payback.
* * *
The heat from the hood of Sebastian’s car warms my barely-covered ass. I might have said forget it if spite and fury weren’t warming my blood. It’s freaking cold out here.
“You can’t do this to me! Bastian! Make them stop,” Vivian shrieks, trying to squirm from Karl and August’s hold, but zip ties bind her as they drag her to the metal-enclosed pigsty.
Once they tie her to the gate. Rowan and Liam secure barbed wire around her arms.
That’s going to fucking hurt.
“Bastian, please. I can make us work. I’m sorry, please. Don’t do this,” Vivian pleads.
Sebastian ignores her cries, instead moving to stand between my legs and spreading them.
“Don’t think you and I aren’t going to talk, asshole,” I snap.
He sighs. “I fucked up. I’m sor-.”
“Not now. Now, we send your bitch of an ex off with a lovely parting gift,” I instruct. Shock registers in his features. “What? You think I don’t know she’s about to die? I’d have killed her if you let her go. She threatened my family. She’s fucking dead.” I mean every word I’m saying. Anyone who’s a threat to my family dies. I’m over this bullshit.
Sebastian opens his mouth to speak, but I lean forward and yank his tie. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Lust illuminates his darkened blue eyes. “Two,” is all he says, and my skin chills for a different reason. I feel my nipples pressing at the fabric of my thermal shirt. He steps back and runs three fingers down the length of my exposed pussy, smearing my already-leaking juices against them before his gaze locks on mine as he brings the digits to his mouth and groans, “Fuck. You taste even better than the last time I tasted you on my tongue.”
I whimper and lean back, bracing on my elbows. “I’m ready to count, Sir,” I breathe, and his pupils dilate.
“Sebastian, please. Stop. Don’t you fucking touch her again,” Vivian screams.
He ignores her, moving slightly to the side, so she has a better view of what will happen.
Fury. She’s pissed. Vivian attempts to launch herself at us, but a pained cry bursts from her, and blood begins to trickle from the barbed wire around her wrists.
Karl and August laugh. “Not a fan of this show?” Karl teases.
“It’s becoming one of my favorites,” Liam adds, causing me to look at the hunger in all of their eyes.
I lean around him and stare into her rage-filled eyes, reaching for his fingers and dragging them to my entrance. “Touch,” I gasp as he works his ring and middle finger in and out of me.
“Eyes on me,” Sebastian growls. “She might be here, but your attention,” he pounds deeper, “belongs only to me.” Each syllable is punctuated with each drive of his fingers.
My body begins to hum to life when I feel a third finger slide in with the next thrust. I clench at the intrusion, his wrist twisting, angling his movements to hit a new spot, a deeper one, while giving his thumb access to my clit.
“Ahhh,” I squeak when the pressure of this thumb on my clit doubles as his pace picks up. “I’m…I’m…I’m,” I can’t get the words out.
Sebastian’s other hand presses down on my abdomen just as his fingers pump in and out of me at a rapid pace, and a scream rips through the wintry night air. Our heavy breathing is evident through the wisps of air huffing from our mouths.
“Count,” he orders over a wailing Vivian.
“I’m going to kill her. I’m going to kill her and make you watch,” she shrieks.
I’m still too high on the euphoria of my orgasm. Ignoring her, I mumble, “One.”
“That’s my good girl,” Sebastian groans.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.