I grunted as she bucked beneath me, trying to get her knee into position to go for my damn balls again, but there was no way in hell I was giving her enough room to pull that shit twice.
“Kyan!” she shouted, half outraged, half laughing like she couldn’t decide what way this wrestling match was going yet.
I barked a laugh as I managed to get both of her wrists secured in one of my hands and leaned over the bed to snag my belt from the loops of a pair of jeans I’d tossed down there.
“Don’t!” she gasped as I wrapped it around her wrists and managed to force it through the buckle so that I could cinch it tight.
I laughed as she fought harder and suddenly her teeth sank into my shoulder. It hurt like a bitch and I grunted as I forced myself to take the pain of it without recoiling as I secured her wrists to my headboard.
“Harder, baby,” I hissed through the pain of her teeth. “Don’t stop until you’ve torn a chunk from me.”
She yanked her teeth back out of me and started cursing as she thrashed against the belt, making the headboard slam against the wall like we were doing something way more fun and giving my dick a few ideas of its own.
Once I was sure it would hold, I sat back with a triumphant grin, glancing at the teeth marks in my shoulder and smirking as I spotted the blood there.
“Wild girl,” I teased, catching hold of her thrashing legs and managing to get them under mine so that I was straddling her hips, my weight immobilising her as she panted beneath me.
“What the fuck?” she demanded, blowing a long strand of blonde hair out of her face, but it only floated back down into her eyes again.
I reached out like a true gent and tucked it behind her ear for her, getting off on having her at my mercy like that.
“You’ve been a naughty girl,” I purred, reaching beneath us and cupping her ass so that she gasped in shock. But as nice as her ass was in the little black panties she was wearing beneath my shirt, that wasn’t what I was after. My fingers dug into her peachy flesh and I lifted her ass up so that I could reach beneath her and tug the diary free. “I just need to figure out how naughty.”
“Wait,” she breathed, her eyes wide with concern as I looked down at her, the diary in my grip, ripe for the picking. “I…I’ll make you a deal,” she said, clearly trying to think up some clever scheme to get out of this. But curiosity always was my downfall. I never could just leave anything mysterious.
With a knowing grin, I flipped open the first page and glanced over it before making a show of licking my finger and turning the next.
“Is this what you like to do to girls?” Tatum asked, drawing my attention back to her for a moment as she flexed her fingers against the belt securing her wrists. “Tie them up like this?”
“Sometimes,” I agreed. Though really, that had been all of the time in the last eighteen months. Not that I’d admit it, but the idea of letting the girl be in charge had been pretty fucking repugnant to me after what Deepthroat had done and this had been a way for me to make sure things happened on my terms. And even though I wasn’t as bothered by all of that now as I had been right after it had happened, the girls I’d been fucking had been used to it so I hadn’t stopped.
“Is there more to it than this?” she pressed, dropping her voice seductively and I gave her a knowing smile as I turned another page in her diary. She wasn’t going to distract me from my task.
“Sure. If you wanna try it out sometime, you only have to ask. But be a good girl and stay quiet right now, yeah? I’m reading…”
Tatum cursed me and tried thrashing again, but there was no way she was getting free unless I let her go and I wouldn’t be doing that without figuring out what she’d been hiding from me in this book.
I flipped through every single page in the diary before reaching the very last one where my efforts were rewarded. There, in black ink on the white page, she’d written out a list. More than a few of the things on it had been crossed out but as I read over them, my heart started pumping ferociously. This wasn’t just a list, it was a promise. A fucking oath which she’d sworn to herself to get revenge on the monsters who had claimed her.
The sex tape
The fish stew
The Unspeakables
The storm
The font
The bathtub
The ice
The gun
The clothes
The humiliation
The shower
The letters
THE VOW
“Here was me thinking that you were getting comfortable with us, when we’ve been at war the whole time,” I teased, flipping the list around to show her and the raw hatred in her gaze made me pause. “What is it, baby, do you think I care that you’re out for revenge? That’s the kinda shit I like about you, remember?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she grunted and I looked over the list again, remembering each of the crimes she’d named and silently admitting what a bunch of utter fucking assholes we really were.
“Are you crossing these off as you get even?” I asked, eyeing the list. A few of them were pretty obvious now that I was looking at it in black and white. She’d destroyed Saint’s records in return for the letters, made the tape of Blake jerking off for the sex tape, covered me in fish just like we’d done to her…
“Yes,”
