Devon smirks, leaning into my side. "You're not interrupting anything. Our friend passed out before the real fun could begin."
"Pity." Angel's gaze flicks to Fucker's unconscious form, a glint of humor in her eyes. "I was rather looking forward to theshow."
Heat floods my veins at the thought of Angel watching Devon and I torture this man together. I gaze at Angel through hooded eyes. "There's always a next time."
A slow, Cheshire smile spreads across Angel's face. She saunters over to us, trailing her fingers down my chest. "Is that a promise?"
"A guarantee," I murmur, fisting a hand in Angel's hair. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her with a raw hunger that leaves us both breathless.
When we break apart, Devon grins at us.
"Shall we finish off this bastard now?" she asks. “We’ve let him hang on for entirely too long at this point.” Her tone is teasing. She’s enjoying every moment of this as much as I am.
Heat floods my veins at the promise in her voice. I grip Fucker’s hair, wrenching his head up. He blinks blearily up at me, his eyes glassy with pain.
"Time to talk," I growl. "Tell me everything about the bastards trying to infiltrate my clubs, or your suffering will seem like paradise compared to what comes next."
Fucker spills the details in a rush, desperate to avoid more pain. His intel is useful, giving me names and locations of the scum trying to encroach on our territory. The people supplying him with drugs, how he chooses his victims, the people who specifically encouraged him to target our venues.
Once I have the information I need, I snap his neck. His body goes limp, the light fading from his eyes.
I turn to find Devon and Angel watching me with lust darkening their gazes. Tonight will be filled with pleasure of the most sinful kind.
"As fun as this has been, I'm off to see Skyler," Devon says, eyes gleaming. "Care to join me for round two once you've finished here? I’m sure there’s some deserving bastard somewhere not too far away."
She cracks me up. Ever since her taste of torture at Tane Brown’s compound, she’s obsessed, and always looking for more. A torture addict, just like me. Plain and simple.
I sense she’s struggling a little with this new unhinged side of herself, but we all go through that at the beginning. I remember those days, although I was only a child. Dad, after all, taught me just about everything I know.
"Tempting," I say. "But I have plans for Angel that will likely keep us occupied for some time." I wiggle my eyebrows.
Devon smirks. "In that case, just make sure you don’t start without me next time. This was a lot of fun.”
I smirk. "You're a wicked girl, Devon."
"You love it," she says, and sashays up the stairs.
Once she's gone, I turn my full focus to Angel. Her lips are swollen from our kisses, her eyes dark with need.
"Shall we?" I ask, lifting a brow.
Angel smiles, slow and sinful, and saunters toward the stairs. "Catch me if you can."
I'm on her in a second, pinning her to the wall as I crush my mouth over hers.
She moans, tangling her hands in my hair to pull me closer.
My fingers hook under the bottom of her top, and drag it up her torso.
She arches into me with a throaty moan, her fingers unbuckling my belt.
Our breaths come fast and sharp, the air around us charged with need. I lift her shirt higher, baring her breasts to my gaze.
"Gorgeous," I murmur, palming one mound as I lower my head to take a nipple between my teeth.
Angel cries out, her nails biting into my shoulders.
I soothe the sting with my tongue before switching to her other breast, lavishing it with equal attention.