Page 98 of Isle of Seduction
I take him by the elbow, linking my arm through his as I show him around the main floor, from the dancefloor, to the small open booths on the walls, and the wide open bar set against a floor to ceiling mirror illuminated with red lights.
“And behind that curtain are private rooms, where anything can happen,” I say with a flutter of my lashes. I purposefully don’t say another word, hoping he will bite. “You can always ask Maggie, the woman in the white dress over there, if you have any special interests. She’s sworn to secrecy and is the only one who has the key to our guests’ desires.”
“West Hill was missing a place like this, Giulia. I’m so glad you opened one.”
Addams bends down to kiss my cheeks, his hand coming down from my elbow to my waist until it dives down to my ass in what I’m sure he intends to be a sensual caress.
It takes everything in me to control the full body shudder and knee-jerk reaction of pushing him away and beating him to death with my heels.
When I turn my head to where Andrea stands in the crowd, his darkened eyes are focused where Addams’s hands linger. His clenched fists are the only visible hint to the violence coursing through his veins.
I relax and smile at Addams before joining the love of my life and kissing him, passionately. He immediately opens for me, groaning into my mouth as our tongues tangle for dominance. With a firm hand at my throat that makes my limbs go liquid, Andrea takes over our kiss, biting my lower lip before licking the sting away.
“Don’t force me to teach you a lesson in front of everyone, guerrieritta.”
My pussy clenches around nothing at the vile promise. Maybe not on opening night but the perspective of being owned by this man in front of an audience makes me wet and compliant. His dark chuckle glides on my skin, eliciting goosebumps to rise on my flesh. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Such a perfect slut for your husband. But I’m not sure I could share you with so many eyes.”
I want to drag him to a dark corner and fuck his brains out, but from my peripheral, I see Addams in hushed conversation with Maggie.
He fucking took the bait.
“As much as I’d love to bounce on your cock right now, marito, we have a monster to slay first.”
“And he’ll lose the fucking hand he touched you with before the night is through,” Andrea punctuates the threat with a kiss and groping my ass in a harsh grip that has me moaning in his mouth.
“Let’s bring nightmares to the monster.”
FORTY-ONE
RETRIBUTION
Just like we predicted, Addams asks Maggie, the person who coordinates sex work at Rouge, for “someone young and inexperienced.”
Being in close proximity with a man like him has ants crawling all over my body and I can’t wait to get the Earth rid of him.
My skin itches.
I will need to take three showers just to remove his residual energy from my skin. One to scrub my skin raw, one to clean the shower walls themselves and one to enjoy the sensations of the water rolling on my body.
I crack my neck left and right; trying to get comfortable in my body once more. My muscles are tight and ready to snap. My fist on my free hand clenches three times before I tap my leg with my index finger, three times. My left foot follows. Three taps.
I stand in front of booth 13’s door and take a deep inhale, hold, then release before I turn the handle and enter. Addams’s back is turned, the perfect posture. I move quickly and hold him in a jiujitsu choke hold that puts him to sleep in seconds. The needle in my pocket is supposed to be a guarantee, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. While he’s unconscious, I inject him with Propofol, a sedative-hypnotic agent commonly used to induce general anaesthesia and very easy to acquire.
With Andrea’s help, I move his body to my car and drive him to the stables on our property. It’s a converted space and serves dark purposes only. Fully soundproof, it has all I’m going to need for the next few hours.
“Before you get started, I’m getting something from our esteemed guest,” Andrea says next to me.
Addams is slumped on a chair, tied to it with metal and ropes while the chair itself is locked down to the concrete floor with chains. He won’t be escaping his fate.
Andrea takes a machete off the wall where it rests and walks intently towards our guest. I don’t need to watch his face for hints of his emotions to know what he will do. I know my brother well enough, and his demeanour is all vengeance.
There’s no taunting, no waking up Addams before my brother brings the machete down on Addams’s right wrist, slicing the hand clean off. Blood erupts at the same time as Addams’s cries reverberate on the walls around us.
I stay well away. I don’t want his blood to touch me. My brother doesn’t have the same compunction. He’s a messy killer. I click my tongue at his barbaric methods. Blood spraying like this means more bleach and I don’t like to over-use it.
“Did you think I was like you? Using people for pleasure? And did you think you could touch my wife and I wouldn’t get my pound of flesh owed?” Andrea asks, his voice booming.
Addams isn’t able to make sense of what my brother is saying, pain the only constant in his body. His nervous system is trying to help him stave off the pain, rendering his brain useless. I’m gonna need to clean the wound and wait until he can speak if I want to get anything out of him, now.