VEGASPETE🔞+KILL FOR YOU

Chepter 13

As we walk down to the holding pen, I pull out my phone and text Jake.

Me: I won't be home tonight. Jules has me doing some work for him to make up for the Santini fuck up. I will text you tomorrow before I get back home.

J: What the fuck you mean you won't be home? What’s he got you doing?

Me: They just want me to sit in on some interrogation and clean up. I think it's just to keep me in line. I'm not sure how long they will be keeping me here. It's not like I can help it, Jake. Gotta go.

J: Fine, but you better get your ass back here tomorrow, and I want details.

Well, that's better than it could've turned out. I put my phone on silent and slip it into my back pocket. At least he'll be off my ass for the rest of the night so I can enjoy watching Vegas play.

Speaking of Vegas, I head down towards the door that leads to the holding pen. It's a huge shiny black door like you would see in a maximum security prison. As I walk in, I’m straight away blinded by how white the walls are in here. It's so clinical and creepy, the kind of thing you would see in a horror film. There are drains scattered all over the black tiled floor, tools lining the wall at the back of the room, a bed in the corner that looks like it belongs in a morgue, complete with straps in all the four corners, and two industrial-looking fridges. It's clear what happens down here, and I can't help but be equally as excited as I am turned on to see what will happen tonight.

Noticing Vegas on the other side of the room, I realize this will be a test of restraint. Vegas’s looking over his tools, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants, and I swear to god, I may cum at the sight.

His chest is so muscular and broad, tattoos cover his arms, hands, chest, and his neck. I’m so drawn to them that I want to lick them all over. The thought of seeing that body covering mine tonight makes me want to submit to him, kneel at his feet like I’m confessing at church. Let him do anything he wants. Fuuuck.

I think I'd even let him tie me up in here. He looks so at home in this room of horrors. My king Vegas is in his element in this room, and he commands it. This man, this beast, who is in total control, powerful, and clearly bloodthirsty. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. There’s no turning back from this feeling for me.

“Are you just gonna stand there, doe? Make yourself comfortable,” Vegas says. “This is going to be a long one.”

He smirks and heads over to the corner of the room where he grabs two metal chairs and brings them to the center of the room, positioning them to face each other. I stroll over to one of the countertops at the side of the room and jump my ass on top of the stainless-steel surface. A cigarette would be perfect right now. I quit years ago, but being around the cigar scent that lingers on Vegas mixed with the dangerous atmosphere, I could kill for one right now. No pun intended.

A few minutes pass by before the door opens and Jules and Simon strut in with two guys who have their hands tied behind their back. They walk them over to the two chairs and sit them down facing each other.

Fear flashes in their eyes as they tentatively scan the room and look back at each other. They are definitely trying to keep hold of the panic they must be feeling. But it's a sight I welcome. I can’t help the smile on my face, knowing what pain faces them. Guys like them are no better than Jake.

My blood simmers under my skin, warming my body. The thought of being able to have Jake down here and do what I want to him stirs those parts of me that never rise when I am engulfed in his presence. The need to make him suffer as he has made me suffer all these years takes over me. I wonder for a moment why this part of me has forced its way past the carefully constructed walls I built in my mind.

It must be this room. This space blankets me in security, while at the same time giving me the freedom to just be me. I also think the sex god who is currently pacing back and forth between his victims has a lot to do with how I’m feeling. His openness shatters my barriers piece by piece and he takes away the loudness that exists in my head.

As Jules and Simon secure the men to the chairs with zip-ties, Kinn appears at the door and marches over to his brother, where they have a hushed conversation. I’ve never seen Vegas look as relaxed as he does right now, probably because that constant pissy scowl he wears is nowhere to be seen.

My body is on high alert, watching him. It's slightly unnerving the way I react to him. I just want to stand behind him and cling to him while he works. I’d love to feed off the high he gets from his victims as he hurts them.

He's so fucking intoxicating that I want to climb him and not let go. This crush is not a good thing. Vegas is opening up all those parts of my brain that I have kept a lock on for so long, the sexual desire for violence, being dominated, and feeling safe enough to allow the voices to come out to play. There’s nothing I can do to stop these feelings from coming to the surface. Vegas would surely kill me if he knew what a besotted little bitch I’ve become, and I know after he has his way with me, it will get worse. A lot worse. I attach easily, searching for that anchor to balance me.

Jules and Simon take their place behind each man tied to the chairs. Vegas walks into the center of the room like he’s on stage about to perform for an audience. He’s wearing his signature demonic grin, which makes those intense hawk-shaped eyes even more savage.

Am I drooling right now?

“Shall we start?” he says.

Let playtime begin.

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