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“None, I swear,” he cried like the fucking coward he was.

I pointed the tip of the switchblade at his crotch and he began to struggle against his binds.

“Don’t lie to me,” I warned.

“I swear, I didn’t—” I sliced the tops of each thigh, then I pressed the knife into his balls. He writhed in the chair, tears streaming down his face and turning pink from all the blood.

“Tell me,” I shouted in his face.

“I don’t know,” he cried. “I don’t keep a tally of filthy children.”

Putting my mouth near his ear, I said, “You’re the filthy one.” I lunged and rammed the knife into his groin. I worked the blade, the screams echoing off the walls filling me with a new sense of peace.

I jammed the blade deeper, then twisted it into his flesh. He howled and I yanked it out, only to shove it in again, slightly higher. He roared, shouting curses in French and every fucking language he knew while I repeated the movement, blood dripping all over my hand.

“Please… stop,” he whimpered. “P-please.”

“Did you stop when the boy begged you?” I asked. “Tell the truth or I’ll prolong your suffering. I tortured my adoptive mother for over a decade, so trust me when I tell you, it won’t be pretty.”

Terror entered his eyes at the prospect. “I… I didn’t… stop.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, take a good last look at your balls before I shove them into your mouth,” I said casually, ice settling in my chest.

By the time I was finished with him, blood stained my clothes and skin, and my body buzzed from the torture I dished on him. It was a high like nothing else. There was only one thing that was better and that was Ivy underneath me, on top of me, in front of me. Fucking anywhere.

As I made my way out on the peaceful street, the edge of my mouth curled.

“It’s time I take my wife back.”

Chapter Forty-Three

IVY

I’m dreaming of him again, I thought through the sleepy fog in my brain.

Strong hands wrapped around me, carrying me, holding me tight. That feeling I used to have in my girlish fantasies. A prince rescuing his fairy princess.

But then the sound of an engine punctured my haze and my body jerked. My eyes snapped open and I found a familiar figure hovering over me. Those hard features and that calm facade.

Stubble covered Christian’s cheeks, adding a slightly rough edge to his aura. He looked like he’d just gotten out of the shower, droplets of water rolling down those gorgeous bare abs, his skull tattoo glistening and tempting me to trace it with my tongue.

Then my gaze dropped to his gray sweatpants and my lips parted on a sharp exhale.He’s hard.

I had no business looking in that general area, so I shook my head, lifting my gaze to his face where those intense blue eyes that had haunted me every minute of every day and night watched me with a gleam in them.

“Finally awake, angel.” His voice was like velvet as his gaze traveled the length of my body. “I missed seeing those hazel eyes looking up at me.” A smile spread on his lips.

“What—” My gaze darted around, panic slowly rising at the unfamiliar surroundings. “Why am I not in my room at Louisa’s?”

It was a stupid question because the answer was evident. He had kidnapped me. Again.

I finally registered the humming noise. We were on a plane.

Overwhelming rage flooded my veins and I shot to my feet. Well, I attempted to, only to be yanked back by the seat belt.

“Safety first,” he said.

How dare he mock me?I thought in my rattled state. It was all too much. To go from dreaming about him to waking up in the sky and seeing him in the flesh. And worst of all, he looked good. Gorgeous even.