“James swears that it’ll stop soon. This phantom pain shit.” He grunts and waves one hand toward his leg. “I think he might be fucking with me just to see me squirm.”
‘He’s not.’ I tap the words on his skin, and he huffs a laugh because he knows it’s true. Kane might have given James horrific pain—both physical and mental—but he also built James back up. He shaped him into the man he is now—ruthless yet oddly loving and more loyal than any of us.
James would do anything for Kane.
And I mean anything.
With a heavy sigh, Kane rolls his head to the side and buries his nose against my hip. “Tell me some of them suffered.”
‘Yes.’ He leans back so he can look up at me, and I lift my hands. ‘I shot one of them in the dick before I hacked his leg off. You don’t remember?’ He was awake but not quite with it, so his amnesia isn’t really a surprise.
He shrugs, then grimaces because the movement obviously hurts, but his grin doesn’t fade. “No, not really. Did he cry for his mommy?”
He didn’t, but I nod anyway. ‘They were all begging by the end.’ Another lie, but they would have been if I’d been given the proper time with them.
He sighs and rubs his face on my thigh. “How did you find me?”
‘We got your location from Romano’s nephew.’
Kane hesitates, then sits up slightly. “Not Marco…Andrea?”
I nod.
Kane’s eyes darken. “He knew where I was. I heard one of them on the phone with him when they were transporting me to that fucking storage locker.” Kane eases back down, and I can see that his hands are shaking as he clenches them into fists. “Tell me he suffered.”
I snort. ‘He suffered,’ I tell Kane when he looks back at me. ‘I had a good, long while with him. While he was screaming, James was listening to Phoenix fuck the princess.’
Kane shudders, and the faintest pink drifts across his cheeks. I’ve seen that look on his face whenever he thinks one of us is being particularly clever. Or ruthless. It gets him going like nothing else can.
His hand lifts up, and it grazes over my jawline, then falls back, and he lets out a sigh. “My beautiful, vicious little siren,” he says. It’s something he hasn’t called me in a while, but he used to tell me that my song is pain, and with it, I lured him in and ruined him. “When I can get it up again, I promise you I’ll put you on your knees and remind you who you should thank for all of this.”
My core is warm, and it takes me just a moment to arrange him back on his side so I can kiss his lips until he bites mine bloody. I grin as red stains his teeth, and I lick the copper off his tongue.
* * *
I don’t botherto hide my surprise when Phoenix, of all people, finds me after dinner. I’m halfway finished jerking off with some slasher flick playing on my laptop in the background when he appears in the doorway.
I don’t bother stopping, and I don’t pick up the pace. I just stare at him with hooded eyes as he steps in, closes the door behind him, and makes his way over to me with his hand stretched out.
I let him find me, the delicate brush of his fingers like a heated brand on my naked ribs. I still have jeans on, but my shirt is pulled up, and the moment he touches flesh, he digs his nails in.
“Dirty little thing,” he murmurs.
Phoenix and I don’t spend a lot of time one-on-one. Not casually, anyway. Not in the way he does with Kane or with James. His participation in making me submit is usually quiet and dark—exactly like him.
There’s a reason we call him the beast.
And right now, all of his attention is on me as he explores what I’m doing with a single, pressing hand. When my own slows, he slaps me on the ribs.
“I didn’t say stop. I want to see what my dirty little thing is doing to occupy himself.”
My breath rushes from my lungs in what would be a grunt as I pick up my former pace and let him feel it with passes of his fingers. They graze the top of my cock, and my stroke stutters, which makes him laugh.
His grin is dark—dangerous—and though his eyes are closed since he’s not wearing his prosthetics, I can’t seem to look away from him.
“Nothing to say?” he asks.
He finds my wrist, then lifts my fingers to his lips and bites down on them. I huff out sharply, digging my thumbnail into my slit because I need the pain.