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These Vicious Games (Seattle Undeground) Chapter 30 74%
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Chapter 30

I sent a pouty and a little mouthy, Constance to the penthouse as I stake out the club. If I know him, he’ll be where the most depraved souls go.

I find him watching the blood and manipulation show. It’s done tastefully. I’ve watched it a few times. I always thought I would want to carve up Constance, but hurting her flawless skin is too much, even for someone like me. In fact, if anyone even thought about hurting her, I’d cut their throat out as a pretty vase for my bird.

He sits in the back. It’s dark there. No one sees him grab the waiter, his hand sneaking up her skirt. But I see it.

He hasn't changed. The worst mistake he ever made was coming back on my turf.

I stand, readjusting my watch as I prowl towards him. Sending my foot into his wondering arm, I hear the snap and grin with sweet satisfaction.

He spins and when his eyes come to mine, they widen in fear.

“Been a long time, yeah?”

The next morning we loaded into the jet. An extra package this time in a wooden box. Constance is still pouty, and grumpy in her own way. Getting teased and never being able to cum will do that to a person.

Her hand strokes over my wrist, the one that holds the marks. “How did you get these?” She asks softly as if giving me the chance to pretend I didn't hear her.

I unbutton the sleeves of my dress shirt, rolling it up. She’s already seen them. Seen more of me than I would ever admit to myself. If I want to keep her, I’m going to have to answer some questions. “Maybe you remember, maybe your brain blocked it out, but my dad isn’t a good man.”

“I remember. You locked me in my room every night.”

I nod, not able to reveal the vulnerability of that statement. “Right. Because he is a predator, and in turn, he made me one.” I sigh, “When I was young, up until I met you for the first time. I was forced to rape other children and be filmed and then they’d disappear and I’d never see them again.”

Fuck, if I knew this was the conversation we would be having, I would have ordered a stiff drink.

“So, I made a mark every time I had to do it. To remember the monster I am.”

She runs her finger over the marks. “You’re not a monster. You were forced.”

“I hunt and kill people for a living.”

“But they deserve it,” she stresses.

“Are you seriously making up excuses for a man who drugged and kidnapped you?”

Her hands touch my cheek, turning my face to look at her. Her damn eyes are so kind, so understanding. “I’m defending the man who never had a chance to be a good person but is in his own twisted way. I’m defending the kid that locked my doors every night and kept watch to protect me. I’m defending the man I love.”

“Darling, you should have ran when you had the chance.” I pull her onto my lap, taking her lips. “I can't wait to show you your surprise once we’re home.” I moan into her mouth, my hand tangling in her hair.

“I hope I get to cum.” She says breathlessly, making me chuckle.

“Maybe.”

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