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“How many are left?”

“Just him.” Jace slides up behind her.

Blake swings around, glancing between Jace and I. There have been a dozen times I wish I could read her mind. Right now, would be the top time I wanted to know exactly what she was thinking. It would make things much easier, and I wouldn’t feel like I royally fucked up.

“Ryker.” Blake sighs.

“Yes, pet?” I reach for her, unable to keep my hands off.

“Were you burning his tongue when I stepped in here?” she asks, stepping into my embrace.

“I was,” I answer honestly. Staring down into her beautiful green eyes, I hold her gaze.

Blake nods, pressing her lips together before reaching up on her tippy toes. Pulling my mask up over my lips, she presses a soft gentle kiss against my mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I whisper against her lips. Blake smiles, pulling my mask back down too soon. Peeking over at Jace, she smiles sweetly at him.

“Well, get to it,” she orders, tapping my shoulder before backing into Jace. His arms wrap around her shoulders, holding Blake against his chest.

I smile devilishly, picking the blow torch back up. Miguel’s head hangs, his breathing labored. I’m sure he’s going to die from blood loss or shock soon. But something about Blake being here for the last kill makes me feel giddy. I want her to watch me take the life that caused so much damage to hers.

Miguel was one of the men that took her voice away, and now I’m going to make sure his is taken away.

Yanking him up by his hair, Miguel can barely open his eyes.

“Make sure you scream,” I mutter. Grabbing his tongue once again, Miguel weakly fights against me, but it’s no use. His legs are broken, missing all his toes, along with stab wounds and now his tongue is barely hanging on.

Holding the blow torch to his tongue, I begin burning the flesh once more, listening as Miguel tries to scream, and blood coats his mouth, dripping down his chin.

I hear Blake and Jace behind me muttering about something, but I can’t make out the words. I’m too focused on ruining Miguel like he tried to do to Blake. She might think she was ruined from what they did to her, but she’s not.

Miguel’s screams die, his breathing so low, I can barely tell if he’s alive or not. Dropping the blow torch and tongs to the ground I pick up the sledgehammer, and swinging back, I hit Miguel’s chest.

“Fuck!” Jace groans behind me, as the cracking sound of his sternum breaks.

“Jace,” Blake moans.

Swinging around, I’m hit with Jace pounding into Blake from behind. His hands wrap around her hair, holding her face against the steel table. Her clothing was forgotten on the floor.

Dropping the sledgehammer to the ground, I begin ripping my clothes off as I make my way to them.

“You’re so beautiful,” I growl. Ripping Jace’s hand away, I bend to her level, slamming my lips against hers. Blake bites down on my tongue the moment it enters her mouth before sucking away the pain.

“I want to try something,” she breathes against my mouth.

“Anything for you.” I cup her cheeks.

“Let me tie you to the table.”

Raising a brow at her, I peer up at Jace as he stops thrusting into her. I have a suspicion Jace was the one that put her up to this. But anything Blake wants, she gets.

“Okay, pet,” I tell her, as Jace pulls out of her.

Blake giggles, jumping into my arms. Breathing her in, I groan. The need to get inside her nearly becomes overwhelming. I hold Blake as Jace moves around the room gathering rope and moving the weapons off the steel table. The last time I was tied up was because of fucking Luna, and before that it was when my family died in front of me. But this is different. My girl wants to tie me up for her pleasure, and something about that has my cock leaking precum, begging to slip into her pussy.

“You ready?” Jace asks, holding the rope up.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I mutter. Giving Blake one last kiss on top of her head, I climb on top of the steel table. Lying on my back, I take a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.