“Wh–what the fuck’s g–going on?” He sputtered.
“WellEddie, or was it Evan? Doesn’t matter. You’ve been a very bad boy,” I said as I slugged him in the stomach again.
“I…I didn’t do an–any…thing.”
I tsked. “Lying again. Why don’t you tell me about how you like to drug girls and rape them? Is that ringing any bells?”
Eddie shook his head, blood dripping from his mouth. “No! I didn’t…do that.”
Kane opened a folder that was sitting on the counter next to him. He pulled out a stack of photos and brought them to Eddie. “This is either you drugging a girl, or you have a twin. And in this one, you’re carrying a girl to your car. She can’t even fucking walk. You wanna say you didn’t do anything to her?”
Eddie’s head lolled to the side so I gripped his blonde hair and pulled him upright, forcing him to look at the surveillance photos we had. Proof that he drugged Ernesto’s daughter, took her to his car for ten minutes, and then ditched her in the parking lot before taking off.
“You don’t have to admit it. I’m still gonna fuckingkill you,” I whispered in his ear, his whimpers making me smile.
Kane went back to his position against the counter. His eyes trailed down my body in appreciation, and he rubbed his lip with his thumb, making me clench my thighs.
Okay, now is not the time…
I hit Eddie a few more times, aiming for his nose and sending one punch to his throat. He coughed and cried. He was close to giving up.
“You’re fucking…cr-crazy,” he whined.
“I guess I am,” I laughed. “But you know what? Men likeyoumade me this way. Men like you thinking you can take what. Isn’t. Yours.”
I continued to punch him, thinking about what he did to Ernesto’s daughter. She was twenty-one. A college student who went out to have a good time. She never thought a piece of shit like Eddie would drug her and rape her. She would have to live with that for the rest of her life.
I was lost in thought when a warm hand gripped my arm, stopping me from landing another punch.
“I think you got him,” Kane’s thick voice growled in my ear.
Eddie was passed the fuck out.
Or dead.
If he wasn’t dead yet, he would be soon without receiving medical attention.
I looked down at myself. Blood splattered my strappy top, black boy shorts, and exposed skin. It looked like my heels were mostly spared–luckily–they were one of my favorite pairs.
I was breathing heavily, my chest heaving and adrenaline flowing through my veins. Kane didn’t release me, instead he pulled me over to one of the toolboxes and pushed me against it so the edge dug into my ass. He held my face with both hands, his eyes going from my lips and trailing down to my chest. My tits spilled out of my top, speckled with crimson, steadily rising and falling.
His eyes were dark and hungry.
He opened a drawer of the toolbox and pulled out a hunting knife. He trailed the tip of it down my neck, over my chest, and to my cleavage. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled on the straps and sliced through each one, exposing my rock-hard nipples. He did the same to my shorts, ripping them from my body.
I stood before him in nothing but high heels and blood.
He trailed the tip of the knife along my skin, over the swells of my breasts and around my nipples. I broke out in goosebumps, my pussy clenching as he grazed my body with the sharp blade.
Kane dropped the knife and it clanged on the floor. As he undid his belt, my hands went to his shirt, yanking it off him and tossing it aside. I ran my hands along his hard chest, leaving streaks of blood as I trailed the brass knuckles on his pecs, exploring the ridges and valleys of his abdomen. I’d never touched him like this before and I scolded myself for not doing it sooner.
He popped the button of his jeans and unzipped them. The sound of the zipper sent a shiver up my spine. He tugged his pants down, letting his cock spring free, and my mouth watered as he stroked his length.
Of course he was fucking huge. A man didn’t exude that much BDE and not be packing.
I wanted to lick the bead of moisture leaking from the head, but then he was rubbing it against my swollen clit, sending bolts of electricity throughout me. He lifted my legs around his waist and shoved into me slowly, testing me to see if I was ready.
I was more than ready for him. I was soaked.