“That’s right, handsome,” Blush says, voice sugar-coated and deadly before she lets out a soft giggle, stepping in closer to him. “It’s two for the price of one tonight.”
She bends over slightly, her face coming close to his, lips just a breath away.
“Would you like that?” she purrs seductively.
A drunk smile twitches on his lips, lazy but pleased before he gives a small nod. The expression hits me like a punch in the gut, one that makes my stomach churn and my skin crawl. It’s a smile I never thought I’d see again, one that should’ve died years ago.
I force myself to hold my composure, biting the inside of my cheek as bile rises in my throat. But there’s no turning back now. I need to get closer. I need him to look me in the eyes and feel every ounce of what he’s done to me.
Blush sways into the center of the room, her body moving seamlessly in time with the pulsating, low beat. Her eyes are locked on him, a look of fierce dominance playing across her face as she runs her hands over her body, tempting him like a ravenous predator cornering her prey.
I follow her lead, pushing all the hatred aside and turning it into fuel. My hips move fluidly with the rhythm, teasing him, each step calculated, each movement designed to break him down.
Me and Blush start grinding against one another, her hands moving over my breasts and hips, her tongue gliding up my neck, getting right into the moment.
I can hear the smugness in his heavy breath as he watches, getting turned on, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
I close the distance, step by step, and when I finally reach him, I lift my leg over his, straddling him and press my knees into the plush leather. I feel his body stiffen beneath me, his hands twitching at his sides, desperate for control. But I’m not giving him any.
My gloved hand grips his wrists, forcing them back onto the armrest. I keep my face close, but just far enough to taunt him. I roll my hips, my pussy grinding over him once, letting the heat build between us, and his breath is now heavier now, his eyes glazed with desire.
Blush doesn’t need me to say anything, she knows exactly what to do and when my eyes meet hers, we share a knowing look, a mutual understanding. She steps behind him, and the years of abuse seem to press in on me from all sides as the seconds pass, but I keep my focus sharp.
Then, I reach up and unpin my hair, pulling the delicate Japanese spikes from my updo. The pins slide free in my fingers, my red wig tumbling down my shoulders in soft waves. And for a moment, I allow myself to breathe deeply, knowing I’m finally going to murder this prick.
The mask and wig is ripped off next and I toss them onto the floor. I can feel his eyes on my side-profile, the recognition starting to flicker inside him.
It’s time.
“You honestly thought I wouldn’t crawl back from the dead to haunt you, Gray?” I say, my gaze dark and gleaming, locking onto his.
His eyes expand as soon as he hears my voice, no longer the confident monster. No. Now he’s just a tiny man, frightened and helpless, remembering the version of me he thought he’d helped kill.
“You have no idea what hell I’ve become, what demon resurrected, but you’re about to find out, you fucking, betraying cunt.”
His terrified reaction is instant, and he flings me off him like he’s seen a ghost. I hit the ground hard, my elbow slamming into the cold floor, a sharp pain shooting up my arm. But I barely feel it, the rage and adrenaline is dominating it all now.
Blush is already on him, and she doesn’t wait. She leaps onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind, choking him. His body slams against the wall, the impact making the entire room shake, but she holds on like a fucking animal.
“Aurelia!” She calls out. “Finish this motherfuck before I snap his weasel neck!”
He thrashes, trying to reach back to her, struggling to breathe, but she’s a relentless little thing.
I push myself to my feet, knees shaky but driven by pure, violent anger, and that’s all it takes. I grab the two pins off the floor, thin, sharp, and lethal, and I charge at him.
His face is turning red, his mouth gasping for air, but he still alive enough to feel what I’m about to do to him.
As soon as I’m close enough, I lift both my arms and with full force, slam both pins into his chest, the sharp point impacting with a sick pop of muscle and bone, sending a strangled scream from his lips.
“That’s it, scream for her, you little bitch,” Blush hisses before she lets out a loud, unhinged chuckle, her head thrown back. “I fucking love it when a bitch screams!”
I pull them out with a harsh wrench, blood squirting out of the holes before I angle them low and with all my strength, I drive them straight into his balls. He falls to his knees when they collide, blood pissing out of his pathetic little nuts, covering the floor and me, but not before I yank them back out.
The moment he’s beneath me, where he fucking belongs, I stare down at him, my breath coming out in sharp, shaky pants. His wide eyes, those once soft eyes, meet mine, and for the first time, I see the truth of who he really is. A pathetic coward.
Blush’s voice cuts in through my madness, tinged with satisfaction. “It’s over.”
I shake my head once, the motion slow, and my wild eyes stay fixated on his fading ones, even when he starts to crumble beneath me.