Page 109 of Forgotten Sacrifice

“You haven’t seen nothing yet. Library.” I hold open the door for her.

She examines every nook and cranny of the room with delight before she’s ready to move on.

“Skittles rooms.” I point out. “Still don’t understand why they’re called that.”

“Skittles was like the precursor to bowling. Casual play between tournament rounds would get a little wild in the side rooms, with chess pieces flying off the board like bowling pins. Hence the name, skittles rooms. And if you’ll excuse me, I need theladiesroom.”

So smart. So beautiful. So homicidal.

Biding my time, I give it a few minutes before taking thebait. My phone buzzes, and I grab it from my pocket, reading the message from Fabio.

I need all hands on deck tonight. Meet up at my restaurant at eight. We’re crashing a party. Dress to kill.

I’ll wear my best suit and vest.

Pocketing my phone, I knock on the bathroom door. “Luna,” I call. She doesn’t answer.

As I step inside and close and lock the door, cold steel presses against my neck; the tips of the scissors Luna hid in her skirt waistband when she thought I wasn’t watching. “Daddy forgot to supervise me with sharp objects.”

Moving lightning-fast, I spin around and grab her wrist—forcing her hand to move the scissors to her neck. “How much farther do you think you can push me, Luna?” I’m smiling like a deranged lunatic, my dick screaming to be buried inside her naughty little cunt.

She darts out her tongue, wetting her lips. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”

I lean in, hovering my mouth inches from hers; so close we’re sharing the same breath. “Give me your lips.”

“Give me my freedom.”

I yank her wrist, moving the scissors away from her delicate throat. Locked in battle, I squeeze her wrist hard, and she releases her grip.

The scissors fall to the tile floor with a jarringclank, and I squat down to pick them up. I run the sharp tip from her calf to her inner thigh, her body trembling. I duck my head under her skirt, inhaling the sweet smell of her desire. Moving the cold steel along her bikini line, I make snips with the scissors on one side, snips on the other, and her panties fall to the ground.

She won’t give me her lips, so I’ll have to console myself with these lips.

“Daddy.” She moans loudly as I French kiss her pussy.

“Shh.” I grab her ass cheek and give her a warning squeeze.

Luna quiets, and I work her into a frenzy with my tongue; exactly how she keeps me worked up every damn second of the day.

“Oh God,” she whispers, her legs quivering.

Placing a soft kiss to her clit, I move my head from beneath her skirt and grab what’s left of her panties, stuffing them in my pocket.

With the scissors in hand, I rise.

“What are you doing?” Luna asks breathlessly, her eyes drunk with lust.

I run my tongue along my lips, removing the shiny evidence of her arousal. “You want to come? Then don’t ever run from me again. No orgasm for seven days.”

“Fuck you.”

I flash her a condescending smile. “Sorry, Luna. Not for seven days.”

“I hate you.”

I lean in, grazing the shell of her ear with my teeth. “That’s a dollar.”

“Owe me ninety-two,” she spits.