“Pray for salvation Marnie, and hope the good Lord hears you this time.”
“Oh,” Preston purred. “You didn’t like that.”
If it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure Preston Whitley tasted every single ounce of my hatred.
“What’s wrong, Marnie?” He bent down and pressed his lips to the back of my head. “Weren’t you daddy’s good girl?”
Oh, fuck him!
Driven purely by anger, I flipped over and wound the rope around his neck. Using all my strength, I pulled and twisted my hands. All I could see was the swing of a brown belt, followed by the crack of it hitting my back.
Fuck Preston Whitley. Fuck my Father and fuck my mother for letting it happen. They could all go straight to hell, and I’d happily send each and every one of them there.
My wrath and vengeance were broken by a single sound, the taunting mockery of a laugh.
Watching my Bird plot was the single most erotic experience of my life. Survival instilled the fight-or-flight instinct in almost everyone, but Marnie thought about every choice she made. Panicked or not, she still ran through possible actions and outcomes.
Her mind was fascinating and sexy as hell. Power came in forms. Making someone kneel before you, holding another’s life in the palm of your hand, and demanding respect from those around you. But a man who could control a woman like that…he was a god.
Every time her perfect plans failed, and she got that look on her face, my dick got harder. Of all the people I’d toyed with in my life, Marnie Dupire was the most amusing. I might even say I was enjoying myself. When she hit me with that lamp, I damn near busted a nut. Then to top it all off, the little minx wrapped that cord around my neck.
There was nothing hotter than blood lust. And she wanted mine bad.
So I played along for a bit. Faked a couple of gags and such. Poor thing was so blinded by hate that she didn’t see my hand tucked under her strangulation device. The only damage she was doing was exhausting her own strength. My lungs were nice and full of air. A fact that made me chuckle at the satisfaction in her expression.
Then I laughed when her big eyes rounded.
The confusion sparkling in those bright aqua orbs was breathtaking, but it was the storm brewing underneath that I could get lost in. That was something I had in common with Micha. We both enjoyed the rage of a wrathful woman, except I didn’t want to break it.
I wanted to harness it.
Marnie’s grip on the rope loosened as her brows knit, “You’re not….”
“No, Little Bird.” I shook my head.
Did she really think she could get one over on me?
“B-but…I-I…”
Aww, she did. Isn’t that cute?
“Consider this your first lesson, Little Bird,” I tugged at the rope so she could see my hand tucked between her strangulation device and my neck. “I always get what I want.”
How hard that would be on her was entirely up to Marnie.
I held back a chuckle when her eyes dropped to the fingers preventing her from constricting my airway. That was when doubt really set in. It was funny how fast the mighty could fall. I was sure enjoying the show.
“You tricked me,” she whispered.
“Now, now, Little Bird,” I tsked. “Don’t put your failure on me.”
We were going to have to work on her situational awareness. Were all virgins this naïve? Because I was thoroughly enjoying the spark glimmering across her face.
“Failure,” she muttered. “I didn’t…did I?”
That wavering tone that wisped out of her mouth was so fucking sexy that I couldn’t stop myself from crashing my lips down on hers. The shocked gasp she let out floated down my throat like fucking candy.
That wasn’t anywhere near as good as the wince when I tore the cord out of her grasp. Rope burn hurt like a bitch. That didn’t stop her from trying to push me away. Groaning, I pushed in on her so that I could feel her wriggle around. She bucked and jerked, struggling to get my weight off her. The only thing that accomplished was me throwing two years of patience out the window. Marnie would be lucky if she made it the next five minutes with her panties intact.
