Page 58 of Breaking Rosalind
“Go,” Rosalind croaks. “You promised.”
Her friend’s gaze bounces from Rosalind to the confused girl in the SUV’s front seat. The corner of my mouth lifts into a smile. It looks like the friend was supposed to escape with Miranda, but ignored those orders to stage a daring rescue.
“Let her go, you sick bastard!” the blonde hisses through gritted teeth.
“Two,” I say with a grin.
“Britt, please.” Rosalind’s voice breaks.
Britt’s eyes flicker with uncertainty, torn between her loyalty to Rosalind and her mission to protect Miranda. I tighten my grip on Rosalind, making her groan.
Sirens grow louder, echoing through the narrow alleyway, alerting us all that the officers on our payroll have called for backup.
Desperation flashes through the friend’s eyes before she retreats into her SUV. I toss Rosalind into the back, where she crumples like a broken doll.
I lock gazes with little Miranda, who stares at me through wide eyes, looking betrayed as hell. My heart aches at having to burst her bubble. Once she pieces everything together, the poor girl will realize she’s been duped.
As I grab the door to pull it closed, the accomplice fires two shots into my bulletproof armor. Dull pain radiates from the point of impact, but it’s nothing more than a nuisance. Ignoring her, I slam down the door and pound on the wall three times, signaling the driver to move.
As the truck rolls forward out the other end of the alley, I advance on my prey.
“I told you to come alone, but you disobeyed. That was very naughty. You’re racking up the punishments quickly, pet.”
Rosalind shrinks back, her features twisted. She knows she’s trapped, but I want to see her flounder. I want to see the panic in her eyes when she realizes all hope is lost and she has once again become my toy.
“Don’t act like you weren’t already planning something sick,” she says through clenched teeth.
I incline my head. “That’s true, but I also planned to let you come. Now, I’ll enjoy watching you squirm.”
“As if you don’t already. What was in that syringe?”
“Why? So you can take an antidote?”
If contempt was a flamethrower, the hatred burning in her eyes would reduce me to ashes. I step toward her, wanting to feel the heat of her passion.
Rosalind’s chest rises and falls with rapid breaths. She shuffles to the corner, pressing both palms on the walls, trying to use them as leverage to stand.
It looks like the muscle relaxant is finally working, but I’m not taking any chances. There’s a reason she needs to know which drug I injected into her, and it isn’t about an antidote.
She could be fishing for information on which symptoms to mimic because she’s immune to its effects. Then, when I drop my guard and remove my armor, she’ll attack.
“Fool me once, little Rosalind,” I sing, “But you won’t fool me twice.”
“What did you do to Miranda?” she asks, her words slurring.
“Nothing she didn’t enjoy,” I reply with a chuckle.
Anguish twists her face, her eyes welling with tears. “I will fucking kill you,” she grinds out. “I will tear out your cock by the root and feed it to you, piece by piece.”
“Have you done that before?” I ask, my voice breathy.
“Come here and find out.”
I approach her, my cock hardening as though volunteering to become the tribute of her sadistic fantasies. Rosalind might be loathsome, but there’s no denying that every twisted part of me finds her captivating.
She kicks out, aiming for my crotch, but the muscle relaxant is already taking hold, rendering her movements futile. I grab her ankle and drag her onto her back.
“Oh, Rosalind,” I say, reaching for the zip-ties. “If you want to suck my cock down to the root, then it’s all yours.”