Entwined, page 6
The threat is clear. And if she knows what’s good for her, she’ll heed it this time. What she doesn’t know is that she’s fucking lucky we’re in a public place, because if there weren’t any witnesses right now, she wouldn’t be getting a second warning either.
With my position, I can’t quite see what her face looks like, but she hasn’t wavered from when she was staring at Cole from before. I can only imagine she’s begging him to save her with her eyes. I bet her expression is as pathetic as they come.
A whine rings in my ear over the commotion of the bar, one that comes from deep in her throat. Her fear is evident, punctuated by the tremble shaking her body.
“Nod your head if you understand me.” I move the knife to terrify her more. It’s not enough to cut her, I don’t want any evidence if she decides to squeal. Her head instantly moves, and I smile at my man. “Good. If you say anything to anyone, I’ll come for you. Now scurry off.”
Flicking my wrist, I close the knife and stash it in my pocket once more. To hide my movements, I shove her out of my hold, sending her away from us. Hopefully for good.
I love the sensation of blood pulsing through my body. The way it rushes through my veins when I’m on the verge of a kill. It would probably slow if it weren’t for the way Cole stares at me.
“Oh, Raven. You’re never sexier than when you’re threatening someone with a weapon. Violence flashing in your eyes is my favorite sight.”
Chapter 9
Raven
Cole hands me a drink. More like shoves it at me with how quickly he does it, giving me no other option than to take it. “Swallow this like a good girl.” He gives me his heart stopping smirk and gulps the whiskey in his other hand like he can’t drink it fast enough. At the same time, he slides his hand around my waist, drawing me against him.
His words make me take a deep breath, needing to calm myself down before I say fuck it and drop the glass to the floor and jump into his arms. With his drink finished, he dips his head and trails his nose along my neck.
“Raven,” he growls, making me jump into action. I swallow the fruity mixed drink he gave me, barely tasting it in my rush, wanting to free my hand as quickly as possible. The moment I’m done, Cole takes the glass from me and puts them both on a nearby table.
The second he returns, his hands are back on me. One braces against my back, pushing me against him, even though I don’t need any encouragement. The other squeezes my hip before moving down my thigh. I’m not sure why I love it so much, but I do.
It’s made all the better when he slots his leg between us, his thigh brushing against my cunt as he moves us into dancing once more, picking up where he left off.
“I can’t keep my hands off you right now,” he growls in my ear. Goosebumps spring up on my arms and a zing of excitement beelines for my clit. “Thoughts of you killing her for touching me keep replaying in my head. It’s making my dick hurt with how hard it is.”
My nose bumps against his cheek as we grind on each other. I teasingly move my mouth to the corner of his lips. “I should probably be killing you for letting another woman touch you.” I sensually speak each word against him, enjoying the way he shifts his leg so it rubs against me just right.
Cole’s eyes spark with delight. The fucking psycho loves it when I threaten him. Turns him on more than when I wrap my hand around his cock. His hips jerk and he growls, shifting his hands so he’s grabbing my ass with each one, squeezing before holding me to him tighter.
Desire rips through me, an unquenchable need making me gasp as I wrap my arms around his neck. I roll my body, my hips swiveling, grinding my clit along the length of his cock. We’re practically fucking on the dance floor, barely hidden from view with the crowd slowly becoming thinner with the late hour.
Time truly flies when you're with the one you… want to stab.
Cole kisses a trail down my neck, sucking on the spot where it meets my shoulder, and moves to my collarbone where he adds nipping bites. His hand shifts to hold my hip instead, guiding my movements as we dance.
Frustration bubbles up within me at the fact that I didn’t wear a skirt. Had I known it was more than a dingy bar I would have—actually no, I would’ve still worn jeans. I wouldn’t have anticipated wanting to dance with Cole for hours until I was desperate enough to claw his clothes off with a room full of strangers and mount him like a bull.
I fist his shirt in both hands, on a never ending edge that I can’t cross because the stupid pants I decided to wear are too thick to get enough pressure on my clit. “Cole,” I whimper, reduced to begging. I need his pierced cock deep inside me like I need my next shuddering breath.
He kisses the side of my head and brushes his lips against the shell of my ear. “Go wait for me in the back seat of the SUV. I’ll be there with a surprise shortly.”
Giving him a heated stare, I lick my lips, wanting to threaten him. Thoughts of the toys he’s used on me in the past twirl across my memory, distracting me enough that he’s able to spin me around and pat me on the ass. “Go.”
My feet obey his command before I can even think about it, which is well enough. Cole is on the edge of his breaking point. If I got my threat out, he probably would’ve fucked me in front of everyone, then he’d have to kill them for seeing me orgasm. It would’ve given away our presence to the Tulip Broker. It would’ve ruined everything.
I rush to where we parked and grasp the handle to the back door, yanking on it only to find it’s still locked—almost breaking my nail in the process. Son of a bitch, that’s unpleasant. I groan my frustrations and rest my forehead on the glass. It feels cool against my overheated skin.
As if by magic, the locks pop. My hacker genius probably remembered he has the key. With a relieved sigh, I climb inside and close the door behind me. Not wasting any time, I quickly take my pants off and spread my legs.
You can’t turn a girl on this much and not expect her to play with herself while she waits. It’s in a rulebook somewhere.
I'm too impatient to take the time to remove the rest of my clothes, choosing instead to go for the honey pot right away. With a shudder for the word choice crossing my mind, and a promise to not use them again, I run a fingertip along my slit, teasing myself open.
A sigh brushes past my lips. My clit is throbbing, screaming for attention, yet I tease myself, ignoring it for the time being. Using two fingers, I split them apart in a V and run them along the outside of my inner lips.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back, resting it on the seat. My fingers dip inside my cunt. The wetness allows them to slide in with ease and I set a slow pace to start while I picture the toys Ravenmaster has used on me in the past.
In truth, I don't know that his surprise has anything to do with the toys he's used before, but now that I'm thinking about them, I can't help but remember how much I enjoyed them.
It doesn't hurt that I woke up with them in me, and I didn't even know who Ravenmaster was back then. He's already used a plug and an egg. What's left? Some kind of dildo that he'll use to DP me again?
Oh, I hope it's some kind of clit sucker. Maybe it attaches somehow and I can wear it while he fucks me… Whatever new toys he might introduce to our sex lives, I know it’ll be orgasmic.
Sliding my fingers free, I bring them to my clit, rubbing it in the rhythm I love most. My breathing speeds up and my muscles tighten to the point where I know I’m getting close. I back off, wanting to save my first orgasm of the night for Cole, and open my eyes in time to see that fucking cunt Madaline appear.
Her overly cheerful face is enough to ensure I won’t be coming accidentally with the lazy circles I draw around my clit. It takes me a second to realize Cole is walking next to her.
I’m not ashamed to admit I picture killing him in about fifty different ways before I remember he said he’d be back with a surprise. It never once occurred to me he’d bring someone for me to kill. I quickly duck into the floor space behind the front seats. It’s tight, but a small price to pay.
“How long do you think we’ll have before she comes looking?” Madaline asks. It must be the excuse he gave to get her to come with him. I hope he was careful. Who knows what her friends will remember when she goes missing.
“Don’t worry about that,” Cole responds. There’s an edge to his voice that I can’t quite read without being able to see his face. I’d risk taking a peek, but their voices are so close that I don’t think I can do it without being caught. That wouldn’t be much fun.
“You’re not getting my door?” The words are said with a high pitched whine, and I’ve spent enough time with her type that I know she’s pouting her lip out a mile long.
“Don’t want to waste the time.” Cole’s response makes me crack a smile. She has no idea they’re talking about completely different things. He opens his door and our eyes meet. He doesn’t show any reactions on his face. But his eyes… they show a world of emotion. I know he’s letting me see his thoughts, because he’s a master at shielding them.
I know the smile I give back is manic, but how could it not be? We’ve been let off our leashes and found ourselves a fun distraction. The others can’t act surprised when we get back. In truth, they should blame themselves for letting the two of us out without supervision.
“Oh, someone’s randy,” the girl coos, climbing into the passenger seat. “I bet that bitch girlfriend of yours is horrible in bed. Or is it that she won’t put out at all?”
Hmm… Maybe I shouldn’t wait to kill her.
Cole ignores her statement, which is a good decision for his health. “I’m going to move the car, don’t want to be found now do we?” For the desperate girl, I’m sure she hears whatever inflection she wants in his voice, but in truth, it’s flat. He couldn’t sound more uninterested in her if he tried.
“Such a good idea. You’re so smart.” I’ve decided she must have spent her high school years as a cheerleader. There’s too much pep in every word that crosses her lips. Cole puts the SUV in gear and pulls onto the road. At the same time, she unbuckles her seatbelt and lunges for him. “I want to give you a blowjob while you drive.”
Her hands brush against his pants, and I reach for my knife. Fuck. I left it in my pants, which are on the other side of the back seat. At least they’re on the floor, I just need to reach across the space and drag them over. The hard part will be doing it without being seen.
Cole immediately pushes a hand against her chest, shoving her back into her seat. “No,” he growls. It’s way too sharp of a sound if he wants to keep up the ruse. To soften it, he adds, “I want you to warm yourself up for me.”
“Oh, you dirty man! You want me to play with my pussy for you? I’ll do that for you, daddy, but know I’ll have my tongue all over your cock when I’m done. I’ll suck you so good. Lick your balls until they’re dripping.”
This must be a test from the universe on my self control, because I’ve never wanted to snap faster than right now. None of my kills have tested my patience like this. My fingernails bite into my skin, drawing blood. I know one of my guys will make me pay for that, they won’t like knowing I bled. Especially not Vander. He’s reserved that as his personal right, one that he won’t share with anybody.
With a quick glance at me that Cole disguises as a lane change, I know everything he’s been saying has been things he’s said directly to me. He’s walking a fine line though. Instead of speaking again, he grunts.
I half heartedly trail my fingers along my inner thigh the best I can. It’s almost impossible with how I’m crammed into the tight space. And I’m more concerned about getting to my knife. Screw what Cole wants me to do.
Ever so carefully, I stretch my leg out until I’m able to grip my pants with my toes, and then I drag them to me. From the sounds of things, the chick is too distracted to notice my movements.
“I’m so wet for you,” she squeals.
I’ll definitely need to bust Cole’s eardrums for that. He doesn’t need to hear anyone else’s sex sounds unless they are mine.
The car screeches to a stop, rocking forward then back again viciously, making the soon-to-be-dead woman scream before she slams against the dashboard. Serves her right for taking off her seatbelt. Hopefully, it disorients her. It can only help us.
My pants are close enough now that I’m able to drag them onto my lap. My fingers shake as I reach into the pocket, making me miss on the first try. When I’m able to pinch my knife, I shakily tug it out and fist it in my hand. Taking a deep breath, I work to calm the adrenaline coursing through me.
I can’t fucking wait to kill this bitch.
With a huge smile on my face—one that I imagine looks unhinged—I bring it close to my chest and use both hands to slide the blade out, making sure it doesn’t make a sound.
“Yes, this is good enough. Nobody will disturb us here,” Cole announces, putting the vehicle in park. He turns in his seat so he’s able to see me better, along with the show about to commence.
Not wanting to give her any time to spew her not-so-hot sex talk, I jump into action. It might not be smooth, with how I have to wiggle my body quickly to dislodge it from between the seats, practically prying myself out like a demon climbing from the pits of Hell. But it gets the job done.
Without her noticing a thing—well, until it’s too late—I wrap my arms around her headrest. Using one to hold the knife to her side, in the same place I pressed it before, my other arm threatens to choke her.
She screams, but it’s not the scream-for-your-life-bloody-murder type of scream like they used to teach you to use back in elementary school. In truth, it’s rather wimpy. I’d think she’s assuming it’s a joke if I hadn’t threatened her earlier. The former lioness is rather dumb.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll keep your mouth shut before we choose to do something about the noise coming from it,” I warn, but in all honesty, I hope she doesn’t. I know exactly what I want to do if she does. Especially with all her talk about using her tongue on my man and making us picture vile things.
Madaline freezes in place for three solid seconds, enough time to make me think she may disappoint me. But when she’s done processing, she can’t stop herself from screaming. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a psycho crazy bitch!”
Chapter 10
Raven
“Why thank you,” I coo in her ear, knowing she didn’t mean it as a compliment but taking it as one anyway. There’s also a part of me that’s secretly thanking her for going against my warning.
At the same time, she’s reaching for the car door, only to find it locked. Her hand flies back not expecting it to be locked. It unsurprisingly makes her panic more, jamming her finger against the unlock button. There’s a click of the release, but before she reaches the handle, Cole clicks on the lock function.
There’s a back and forth of the same pattern repeating multiple times before she gives a pathetic whimper. “Let me out,” she screams. It’s a surprisingly firm command for someone as frightened as her, albeit not one we’ll listen to.
Tears stream down her face, dripping off her chin. I’m only able to see her side view, but her fear is something that will feed my darkness for a while.
“There’s nowhere to go, Madaline. No escaping from us. So you can either cooperate and things will go smoother for you, or you can choose the hard way. And I promise that way will be more painful for you,” Cole says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some zip ties. My heart skips a beat in my chest. He came prepared to have some fun with me. So damn romantic.
“If I do what you want, you’ll let me go?” She says it with so much hope in her voice, like there’s light on the horizon. I laugh, and Cole shakes his head while pursing his lips. “Please, just let me go. I won’t say anything. I promise,” she tries again.
“Hands,” Cole commands her, forcing her to participate in what's about to happen. There’s something in his tone that not even I would think to disobey. It’s sexy as fuck, but clearly it’s beyond terrifying for her.
Ever so slowly, Madaline holds her hands out, letting Cole methodically attach the zip ties and tug them taut. All the while she sniffles and muffles her cries the best she can. I’m not sure she even realized I released her neck when she was throwing her typical hostage fit of trying to escape, but she finds her voice again when I wrap my hand around the thin delicate column.
“Get your hands off me, you deranged inbreed. Stop fucking touching me,” she yells at the top of her lungs. So interesting how she’ll yell at me with such high decibels, but when she was screaming for her life, her voice turned into one of those yappy lap dogs. And don’t get me started on the fact that she’s okay with Cole touching her, like he’s the safest of the two.
Perhaps I should let him be the one to have the fun. Show her how wrong she is, and we’ll see if she still wants him to touch her.
“Cole?”
“Yes, Luv?” Finished with securing her hands, he drops them as if he can’t stand the thought of touching her any longer. He turns and gives me his undivided attention.
“Would you like the honor?” I squeeze her neck, cutting off her airflow. At the same time, I spin the knife in my hold and offer him the handle. I don’t try to hide the movements from her, which is why I ensured my tight grip held her firmly. Doesn't mean I was prepared for the amount of oomph she put behind her thrashing.
With hard thrusts from side to side in an attempt to dislodge my hold, the girl struggles to get free. Every second that passes, my hold tightens, every muscle in my arm engaging as I work at keeping her in position. My nails bite into her neck, drawing blood that she doesn’t even notice. My fingers sure notice though since things become a hint slicker, just that little bit harder to hold on to her.
“Stop,” Cole barks, making her freeze immediately. After all, in her mind, there’s still a chance of him becoming her knight in shining armor. He takes the weapon and grips the handle in his palm while eyeing me with a hunger I haven’t seen before. It makes me realize this is the first time we’ve killed when it’s only the two of us.
