Little liars don't get to... (2)

Little liars don't get to... (2)
Kira’s thighs tremble as her climax nears. I plunge my tongue deep inside her and stop just as she’s about to get there.

"Rhys, don’t stop." She begs. Her eyes are glistening, face flushed with need.

I sit on the couch and grab the woman, bending her over my legs. "Little liars don’t get to come." I punctuate my words with a slap on her ass cheek, yet another thing I’ve wanted to do for a while.

Kira yelps. I grip her in place, spanking the other cheek as well. Her body jerks, but her pussy is dripping.

I stroke the cheek I just struck slowly. "Look at that. You like getting spanked?"

She nods, and I land another slap. "Words!"

"Yes!"

"Good." I rub her ass to soothe it. "You’re going to tell me everything about Kristof now."

I see the confusion on her face when she turns to peek at me. It's almost laughable, but I’m too busy stopping myself from sinking my cock into her.

"He’s… my friend," she stammers."

"Wrong answer," I say, landing two slaps on her ass.

Kira squirms, her pussy dripping more juices down her thighs. She enjoys this a little too much, but the feeling of being on edge without an orgasm is driving her crazy.

"I…"

I interrupt her by plunging a finger inside her. She is sensitive, almost coming as soon as I start to move my finger.

"Don’t you dare come without permission," I warn.

Kira moans, relishing the feeling before I stop abruptly. She looks up at me with pleading eyes, but I don’t relent.

"Talk."

She goes silent, making me chuckle.

I didn’t think getting information from her would be easy. If Kira is a spy for the Petrovs, she must be resilient. Ordinary types of torture like plucking fingernails and sleep deprivation would be a waste of time.

But I am willing to keep her hostage and study her body bit by painstaking bit, finding out what makes her tick. I will explore all her weaknesses and push her buttons until she has no choice but to surrender to me.

After a minute of silence, Kira asks, "If I tell the truth, you will let me come?"

Since the woman wants me to think she is surrendering for pleasure, let’s play it that way. I push two fingers inside her wet pussy. "Of course. We’ll even tick off one item on your fantasy list."

"He saved my father," she reveals. "That’s all there is between us, I swear."

Not the whole truth, I realize.

Still, it’s a step up from what I surmised was a secret affair between those two. I rub Kira’s clit while thrusting my thumb into her with slow strokes. She grips the armrest, thighs quaking as she comes onto my fingers.

I shift her onto the couch and hold her legs apart, licking off her climax from her thighs and pussy.

Kira is out of breath by the time I’m done with her, escaping my gaze. I grab her by the chin. "If you ever lie to me again, I won’t be so kind."

She nods, her eyes trailing back to the tray on the table. "Shall I make you more tea, sir?"

"I’m leaving."

"But you didn’t…" she glances at the bulge in my pants.

"Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow."

Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own.

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Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car.

\[I found Grisha’s lackey.\]

It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

In the wake of what just went down with Kira, I would prefer to go home and sleep, preferably after rubbing one out in the shower, but I drive over to the container instead.

Wails greet me as soon as I open the door. It sounds like the man is being butchered, even though he looks alright. He may be a bloody mess with several teeth missing, but his limbs and organs are intact, which is a much better state than can be said about everyone else who falls into Shane’s hands.

"Did you get everything?" Shane asks about Kira. "How long do you think she will last here?"

I don’t want to find out. I nod toward his new conquest. "A higher-up?"

"Either he’s not a direct lackey or everyone under Grisha is a coward. This one’s a wimp," Shane sighs in disappointment.

"Did he squeak?" I ask.

"Maybe he will if you try him out, Rhys."

As soon as the man hears my name, he struggles against his restraints. His words sound like gibberish. "I don’t know anything!"

I hold a hand out to Shane, and he passes me a knife. I throw it against the wall, deliberately missing the target’s face. It slices off his ear before landing, though, earning howls like a pig being slaughtered.

"Shut up." Shane kicks him in the stomach, throwing the gag back over his mouth.

"How about now? Have you remembered anything?"

The man looks at Shane in panic, then at me. I pick up the bloody knife again.

Given enough time, Shane will be able to dig out even the secrets this lackey didn’t know existed, but I am not that patient. I want to be done with this fool so I can get some sleep.

Before his other ear follows suit, the man struggles against the gag. Shane rips it off.

"I’m just here to find Kyra Petrov and take her back to Chicago. I’m not looking to cause any trouble."

Shane and I exchange discreet glances.

Kira?