Page 39 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

KILLIAN

The door to the study room slams against the wall, followed by the thud of someone hitting the floor and a weak oof of pain.

I tear my mouth from Felix’s and look toward the commotion.

A masked figure lies on the floor in a heap with the twins standing over him.

Felix tightens his grip around me and presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against my neck. I tilt my head to the side to give him better access as Jace kneels next to William and pulls off his mask.

“What are you doing?” William asks, his eyes wide with fear as the twins pull their masks off and toss them aside.

“What do you think we’re doing?” Jace asks in a deadly calm voice.

“I…I don’t know.” His gaze lands on me and Felix, and something flashes in his eyes. It’s too dark to make out what, but he doesn’t seem surprised to see us tangled together.

“What did you drug him with?” Jax kneels next to his brother.

“Nothing!” William looks around the room wildly, like he’s trying to find an escape hatch or something. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Did he drug you, kitten?” I ask Felix.

He doesn’t stop kissing my neck but mumbles, “Yeah,” against my skin.

“He says you did,” I tell William. “So who do you think I’m going to believe?”

“I didn’t— eeek !” William cuts himself off with a pathetic squeal as Jace pulls a straight razor out of his pocket and flips the blade out.

The knife is gorgeous, with a black handle inlaid with an intricate gold pattern. The blade itself is the same gleaming gold and is so sharp and shiny it looks like a mirror. It’s one of his favorites, and I know exactly what he can do with it.

“Are you sure you want to stick with that answer?” Jace rolls the blade around his knuckles like he isn’t using a straight razor as a fidget spinner. “Because Goldie here thinks you’re a lying sack of shit. And Goldie doesn’t like liars.”

“I…” William’s terrified eyes are glued to the razor.

“You what?” Jax pulls a butterfly knife out of his pocket and flips it open. “And think carefully about your answers.” He spins the blade around in a complicated pattern that’s nothing more than a blur of gleaming metal in the dim light. “Because we don’t like liars either.”

Jace might enjoy playing with knives as much as he loves using them, but he’s not the only twin who’s proficient with a blade.

William squeals again and tries to scramble away from them. Jace grabs a handful of his hair and yanks, snapping William’s head back and exposing his neck.

Calmly, he rests the edge of the razor against William’s throat.

William freezes, his eyes wide with terror and his chest still as he holds his breath.

“What did you drug him with?” Jace asks in that same even tone.

William makes a choked sound but doesn’t answer.

Jax straddles William’s outstretched legs and traces the tip of his knife over the small bulge of William’s dick over his thin pants. “Did you know that the success rate for having your dick reattached after someone amputates it is about seventy percent?”

William lets out a strangled whimper and goes completely still.

“That’s only under ideal circumstances,” Jace tells him, his tone casual and even a little bored. “And only if they can find your dick after it gets cut off.”

William flinches, then whimpers as a trickle of blood slides down his throat from where Jace’s knife nicked his skin.

Jax taps the side of his blade against William’s balls. “There isn’t much data out there about reattaching testicles after amputation, but the consensus is that even if the reattachment is successful, your chances of ever being able to nut again are low.”

William flinches again, and another trickle of blood snakes down his throat.

“You have exactly two chances to tell us the truth.” Jax drags the blade over William’s covered dick the same way food influencers scrape the side of crispy food to create some ASMR for their videos. “And my knife isn’t as sharp as my brother’s, so it’s going to take some work to get the job done.”

“Sextacy!” William shrieks, then lets out a cry of pain as more blood slides down his neck and joins the streaks moving down his chest.

Some of my lingering anger calms at his confession. MDMA and Viagra aren’t a dangerous combo, not even with the purity of the stuff here. Felix is going to be fucked up for hours, but he’ll be fine once they wear off.

Felix stops kissing my neck. “Whoa,” he mutters. “Why is that so hot?”

He’s staring at the twins with a bewildered expression on his face. A little ripple of jealousy hits, but I push it aside. He’s fucked up on molly and dick pills, and the twins do look pretty badass. He’s not into my cousins; he’s just horny as fuck and has zero filter right now.

“You know what would be even hotter?” Jace asks Felix, a smirk-smile on his lips.

“What?”

“Watching little Willie here get a nice, close shave.” Jace plants one hand on William’s chest and shoves him flat on his back.

William tries to sit up, but Jace just shoves him down. “Did we say you could do that?” he asks in that eerily calm voice that’s a thousand times more terrifying than if he was yelling.

Felix unlocks his legs from around my waist and slides to the floor. He’s still clinging to me like a baby koala, but his eyes are glued to the scene in front of us.

“What do you think, Felix?” Jace asks, his tone flipping to one full of warmth and affection. “Do you want to see Willie get a nice, close shave from Goldie?”

“Yeah.” Felix grins and rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “But not on his face.”

Jace lets out a delighted laugh as Jax grins at him. Pride tickles my chest, and I spin Felix around and switch places with him so I’m leaning against the wall and he’s in front of me, facing the action.

He grips the backs of my thighs with his hands and leans against my chest with a contented sigh.

William’s screech is silenced when Jax digs the tip of his blade into his dick. It’s not hard enough to cut through his clothes, let alone his skin, but it’s enough to make the blood drain out of William’s face as he goes deathly pale.

“I told you what I did,” he splutters. “You have to let me go. I told you what I did.”

“Did we say anything about letting him go after answering one simple question?” Jax asks his brother.

“I don’t recall either of us saying that.” Jax flicks his gaze to us. “Did you hear us say that?”

“Nope,” Felix answers before I can. “I didn’t hear anything of the sort.”

“Me either.” I slip my hands under Felix’s shirt and skim them over his chest and torso.

Felix moans and bumps his ass back against my cock.

“Now that we’ve got that settled,” Jace says, his focus back on William. “Why?”

“Why?” William squeaks.

“Why did you drug him?” Jax asks, his knife still digging into William’s dick. “And answer carefully, because I’m getting bored.”

“You don’t want to see how he gets when he’s bored,” Jace tells William like he’s sharing sleepover secrets with him.

“You think I have poor impulse control? I’ve got nothing on my brother when he’s in a mood.

” Jace uses the edge of his knife to scrape some of the blood off William’s neck, leaving a two-inch void in the flow.

“And right now, he’s in a mood.” He wipes the blade off on William’s pants, leaving a smear of red behind.

Felix slips one hand behind him and grips my cock through my pants. I groan low and deep, making sure that my lips are close to his ear. I’ve noticed his ears are one of his hotspots, and his answering moan makes my dick pulse in his hand.

“I don’t know why I did it,” William says in a rush. “I just saw him and…”

“And what?” Jax asks in a flat voice.

“I thought she’d like it!”

“Who?” I demand.

“Nat,” he whimpers.

“You drugged Felix because you thought your sloppy seconds would like it?” Jace clucks his tongue disapprovingly. “So you started this whole thing thinking it would get you some pussy, and now it’s going to cost you your dick.”

Felix snickers and strokes me over my clothes. I reward him by tracing my tongue around the shell of his ear.

“I’m sorry!” William cries. “I’ll tell you anything, please!”

“Why did you think she’d like it?” Jax pulls his knife from William’s dick and holds it about an inch above him, the tip pointed down.

“She knows about him.” William flicks his gaze to me and Felix.

“What does she know?” I rock my hips to help drag my cock through Felix’s hand.

“She knows you’re fucking. That he’s the guy she walked in on you with.”

“How did she figure that out?” Jace asks.

“She saw him.”

“How?” I ask and gently pull Felix’s hand off my dick.

He lets out a grunt of protest that quickly turns into a moan when I slip my hand down the back of his pants and dip my finger between his firm ass cheeks.

“She didn’t see his face,” I continue and trace my finger over Felix’s hole. “So how did she see it was him?”

“She…” William swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“She what?” Jace taps the razor against William’s chest three times in quick succession. Thin lines of red well up on his skin after each tap. “And I’d advise against lying right now.” He uses the blade to scrape the layer of blood away, only for more lines to well up in the void left behind.

“The camera,” he says in a rush. “There’s a camera over my door. She told me to put it there so we’d know when he was in his room. We checked the feed and didn’t see anyone go in, and she figured out it was him.”

The lack of any sort of emotional reaction to William’s words beyond being pissed at the audacity of him to even think about tracking me just proves that I’m over the drama and bullshit that was my relationship with Natalie.

I don’t even care that William is fucking her anymore.

I only care that he’s so pussy whipped he went after Felix to win brownie points with her.

“Anything else you need to tell us?” Jace smears the blood on the side of the razor onto William’s cheek.

“No,” he squeaks.

Felix pushes back against my finger where I’m still teasing his hole and makes a needy sound.