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Luckily Marie-Laure see with her and Søren and all of the could happen Marie-Laure clearly underestimated the people she’d chosen to fk with It had always asley, how the two of thee--King of Kink, King of the Underground--his bedrooend That he openly admitted to a love of both men and women, of sex, of kink, of the darkest sorts of pleasure--blood-play, knife-play and, his personal favorite, rape-play--engendered fear in the hearts of the outsiders they encountered The word play clearly didn’t register with thesley was kinky was the least of their worries That Kingsley was an ex-spy and assassin who had spent his twenties killing eneovernment Now that should make them nervous
Oh, and on top of that, Søren, the man who loved her more than anyone else had ever loved her and would ever love her, was an unapologetic sadist who’d once hahth Circle, a nored his submissive lover’s safe word and pleas for mercy and had beaten the boy unconscious Nora smiled at the memory After all, she’d passed Søren the nails while Kingsley had held the ’s justice or the courts He’d picked King’s justice and soon regretted it
Marie-Laure would regret it, too, eventually Hopefully Nora would live long enough to see that
As visions of bloody retributions danced through her head, Nora ignored the quiet voice in the back of her head that warned her Søren would do nothing that put her life at risk A rescuewould only end up getting them all killed Even now she heard the creak of hardwood outside the door--one of Marie-Laure’s boys standing guard, ready to ed to untie herself
Worth a shot, anyway
Nora twisted her aret the feel of the ropes, the knots She’d done her fair share of Shibari in her days as a pro She loved it, especially for clients who’d paid for three- and four-hour sessions Putting a client in a reverse shrimp tie could take an hour in itself So she knew knots and she knew rope, and she knew there was no way in hell she would be able to wriggle her way out of these He’d tied her wrists and her forearet to the knots
Still, a little dislocated shoulder never killed anyone Bullets, however, killed lots of people
As Nora started to pull against the rope, the door opened
She froze in place as Andrei stared at her She didn’t like the look on his face--one of utter disdain--but it was better than the alternative At least she didn’t see any violent or lascivious intent in his eyes "May I help you?" Nora asked as Fat Man continued to stare at her in mute contempt
"She wants you for breakfast"
"Is she a cannibal, too?"
"Probably," he said as he cas were free, he nodded toward the bathrooood"
She ran for the bathroom and pissed like a racehorse She knew Doms and subs who played around with bathroom control Thankfully Søren’s kinks focused on a far narroath of tortures Although every now and then he got a bit de at the club In the middle of a scene, she’d admitted to a desperate need to pee He’d kicked a metal bucket into the iven her one minute so she didn’t waste it While in the bathroo that she could use Nothing Jack-fucking-nothing unless she thought she could smother a man to death with a bath towel
"Better?" he asked when she eed
"My bladder thanks you"
"Don’t thank ain"
"She seerabbed her by the arun strapped to his side Briefly Nora regretted refusing Kingsley’s offers to teach her to shoot Søren had instilled his Jesuit’s pacifise That and a preteen crush on MacGyver had pretty sley taught her long ago that thestupid" Trying to steal a gun froiant mercenary when she didn’t even kno to take the safety off easily qualified as stupid Fatally stupid
Fat Man led her into the breakfast rooown and robe, looking for all the world like a da to her, didn’t even glance at her as she picked up her cup of tea and sipped from it Fat Man pushed Nora down to the floor and stood behind her Nora waited in silence and made a surreptitious sweep of the room When she’d been here for Søren’s father’s funeral, the faathered here for breakfast Nora had been only seventeen then but she knew enough to keep her round so no one would wonder who she hat she was doing here When anyone asked, she’d said she was a friend of Claire’s, Søren’s sixteen-year-old half sister froe It wasn’t entirely a lie She and Claire had gotten along beautifully And "friend of Claire’s" sounded a hell of a lot better than "ht me here so he could tell me all his secrets" Discretion had proved the better part of valor then She decided it was the better part of valor again today