Page 182 of Dance of Devils

Then I turn and slowly walk to where James is lying on the ground. His face is destroyed, but his one good eye slowly swivels toward me, and he blubbers when he sees me calmly pull my gun out of my jacket, cock it, and point it down at him.

“When you get to hell,” I growl icily, “keep looking over your shoulder. Because when I get there, I’m going to find you, and we’re going to do this again, and again, andagain.”

Then I do what I should have done the first time.

He chokes on blood, screaming through his shattered face and writhing when I blow his dick off with the first shot. The next two go through his head, and the whole grisly scene goes quiet.

I text Isaak to call off the search and triple security around my house. Then I walk back to the car. I hold her hand tightly as we drive away from the docks, her head resting against my shoulder.

“Let’s go home, babygirl.”

45

KIR

I helpher undress and lower her into the warm, sudsy bathtub water. The cut on her lip isn’t that bad after I’ve cleaned it, though she’ll have some swelling. The black eye is pretty vicious, though, and that will take some time.

But she’ll heal.

That little fucker tried, but she fought him so hard that he didn’t even get his pants down before I arrived. Thank fuckingGod.

“If you want to be alone?—”

“That’s the last thing I want,” she croaks, her hand shooting out of the water to grip my wrist tightly.

I smile as I get on my knees next to the tub, my hand twisting to hold hers, shaking my head. “Then I’m not going anywhere,” I murmur, reaching out to stroke her cheek.

I roll my sleeves up and ease her back in the water. I lather her hair with shampoo and slowly rinse it out, then conditioner. Then I gently clean every inch of her body, running my hands over her as if to reclaim each piece of her.

“What are you…oh…” She smiles as she sinks deep into the bubbles, letting me pull her leg out of the water and lather it with shaving cream. I use my razor to gently shave one leg, then the other, then under her arms. Lastly, I have her sit on the edge of the tub and gently clean away the stubble on her pussy—her request.

Then I carry her wrapped in a towel back to our bed and settle her into the sheets.

“Kir?” The quiet frailty in her voice breaks me as her fingers entwine with mine. Her big blue eyes hold my gaze. “Will you stay here with me?”

“Of course, babygirl,” I murmur.

I ditch my clothes and slide into bed next to her. Brooklyn snuggles into me, then goes still against my body. Her lips brush my chest in a soft kiss. Then another. When I feel her tongue drag over my skin, I glance down at her, my eyebrow arching when I see the smoldering fire in her gaze.

“I think tonight you might just want?—”

“What I want,” she breathes, “isyou.” She kisses my chest again, her gaze locked on mine as her tongue slides out and teases over my nipple.

“Baby—”

“I need to feelyou,” she says tightly. “Yourhands on me.Yourmouth.”

She slides her leg over mine, shifting until she’s straddling my hips, our eyes still fixed on each other. With a low growl, I slide my hand up her jaw into her hair and pull her possessively to me.I kiss her, gently at first, but Brooklyn grabs my face and crushes her mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely and deeply.

“Don’t hold back,” she moans. “I wantyou, not a watered down version.”

She whimpers as I kiss her, then slides her lips down my jaw to my ear. “Make it hurt, sir…please.” Her lips tease against mine. “Spank me, sir.”

The thing is, I understand what she needs, because I understand what this dynamic of ours is to her. Shecravesmy dominance just as I crave her submission. She wants the rush of pain and control, because she knows with me, she’s ultimately in charge.Shedecides when it stops if it’s too much. She alone says where that line is.

So that’s why I don’t hesitate when I wind my hand back and send it crashing down on her ass. Brooklyn squeals in pain and pleasure, her back arching, sending her tits thrusting into my face. I wrap my lips around one tight, pink nipple and bite down as my hand smacks her other cheek harshly.

Brooklyn moans and cries out, twisting on my lap as I savage first one nipple and then the other. My hand smacks her ass over and over, turning the soft pale skin red and hot. Finally, with a groan, I roughly shove her across my lap, my thick cock bulging against her stomach as her tight little ass rises eagerly in the air.