Page 81 of Sinful King
“Baby, I—”
“I know,” he whispered, snaking his arms around my waist. “You don’t have to say it. I realize now where we’ve gone wrong and this is how I’m fixing it…” he released me and crossed the room, his strides long and sure and so goddamn sexy. “I want you to be who you’ve become, don’t hide from me anymore. Whatever line you’re standing behind, the one that’s keeping you rooted in place, cross that muthafucka right now, Amoy.”
My heart raced but I couldn’t move, not until he beckoned me with a little more bass in his voice.
“Don’t make me ask again.”
I walked toward him this time, leaving my fear of disappointing him behind the line he spoke of.
“You can’t be afraid to kill in my presence and be my second…” he pointed to the spot in front of him and I took it without hesitation, wrapping my fingers around the gun he pushed into my palm next. “Shoot him in the head.”
The command was hard to ignore but I did it anyway, still raising the gun as killing wasn’t the issue here. I stared at the man spread limb from limb in front of me, his eyes wide with fear as they moved back and forth between me and Sean but nothing else.
No movement otherwise, to be exact.
“You gave them paralytics?” I asked, tipping my head in awe.
It was the first time I’d seen anything like it in real time.
“Mmhm,” Sean hummed from behind me.
I lowered my arm and glanced back at him.
“Can I have a blade instead? Or anything sharp.”
He was smiling with his eyes as he turned to oblige after taking the gun, almost as if he hoped I would ask. This felt like a setup but I couldn’t help myself and somehow my husband knew it.
“What’s your preference, Amoy?” he asked. “Straight edge, serrated, gut hook…” the smile was in his voice now and even though I couldn’t see it I knew his lips were spread. “Mmm, no. This one.”
The thud of his boots as he turned and approached had a slight echo. I found myself looking down to watch his strides until his bowlegs stopped in front of me.
“Give me your right hand…” I lifted it for him and he pushed a knuckle knife on my fingers, leaving the thumb free. “You’ve always like to fight.”
“Not true,” I mumbled, admiring the custom made contraption.
Each knuckle had a four inch blade that curved a little for maximum damage.
“I neverlikedto be violent. Everyone around me forced it.”
He turned me slowly by the shoulders to face the man I’d been tasked to kill.
“You’re tricking me,” I whispered, licking my lips. “But…”
I couldn’t resist.
Everything was on fire in the best kind of way when those curved blades met and pierced flesh. The scream in his eyes mixed with dead silence was so…serene.
How or when I’d become this way evaded me.
Maybe it was all the bodies I caught with Esi, or maybe I’d always been this way and life forced it out of me.
“What do you get out of this?” I asked, pulling my fist back and admiring the blood dripping between my gloved fingers. “More control over me?”
Becoming this person in front of him after so many years of hiding it scared and made me a little excited.
“And what about it?” he asked, the tingle of his closeness spreading throughout me—even as I continued to poke tiny holes in the chest and abdomen of my gift. “You telling me I can’t have what I want from you, Amoy?”
He pressed his body to mine, and an intake of breath mine refused to release threatened to take me out, before I got to play with the next man.
