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Heath laughs, the sound filling the forests around us with echoes. “I’m curious how far you’re willing to go,” Heath says,leaning over to look me in the eyes. “Because we’re not going to go easy on you.”
“What?” I stammer, seeing the excitement in their eyes.
Silas rips the mask off his face, revealing his bloodshot eyes and the insane grin that makes my blood run cold. “You’re mine now.”
CHAPTER 10
Silas
A thief… offering her body tome?
And here I was thinking I couldn’t laugh harder. I’ve never been offered a better toy in my life.
“Tie her up,” I tell Heath.
“Wait, what?” she protests, but I cover her mouth with my hand.
“You offered … and I’ve taken the deal. Now I wanna play with my new, dirty, little thief.”
I wink at Heath, who rips his own belt through the hoops and swiftly ties it around her wrists, kneeling on the long end of the belt so it’s secured in place. This thief isn’t going anywhere … and it’s time to pay for her fucking crimes.
“You’ve got guts, twig, I admit. But you seriously don’t know what you signed up for … so let me show you how depraved I can get. Maybe then you’ll regret stealing from me.”
The flicker of fear in those deep brown eyes makes me rock hard.
Then she bites down on my finger.
My nostril twitches, and I push my finger deeper into her mouth, savoring the pain.
“You wanted a taste? Here. Taste my fucking blood, thief. You won’t get another chance.”
She spits out my finger and yells, “You’re fucked up.”
I laugh. Loudly. Wildly.
What else should I do when someone tells me the obvious?
“You thought I didn’t know?” The look of terror on her face gets me going. “The only one here who didn’t was you, apparently. But you’re about to find out how truly fucked up I can get.”
I pull my fingers away from her teeth and slowly wrap them around her neck one by one, watching her struggle to suck in the oxygen like a fish out of water. I choke her until she practically begs me with her eyes to give her the life she’s so desperately trying to hold on to.
Sometimes, maybe one second of the day, I wish I wasn’t such a fucked-up lunatic who enjoys the pain of others. But then that one second passes, and I’m back to my crazed self. I don’t give a fucking care in the world what anyone thinks about that, and especially not this girl.
“Are you going to be a good little thief or a bad one?” I growl. “Nod if you’ll behave.”
She moves her head up and down, and I release the pressure just enough to allow her to gasp.
God, that fucking sound makes my dick twitch.
“Good girl,” Heath groans, clearly enjoying this by the size of the bulge in his pants.
“Already rewarding her for good behavior?” I say. “And we haven’t even started toying with her yet.”
“Gotta give her some motivation,” he retorts, wriggling his brows.
I like how his brain works.
I put my knife against her chest and push it into her shirt. “Now … how much were you willing to give me again?”