You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 111

The pliers hovered over his index finger. "This one looks proud. Doesn't it, Grayson? Always pointing. Always dishing out orders. Tell me, would this finger have been the first one you shoved inside her if you'd had the chance?"

I didn't wait for an answer. The pliers clamped down, biting into the nail, and his whole body jerked. His throat ripped itself raw around a sound that wasn't even a scream, more like a dying animal's groan.

I twisted until the finger fell off his hand.

Veins bulged across his neck as he writhed in the chair, gasping out between curses. "Fuck! OH, FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

The fear was there now, shining plain in his eyes. Somewhere inside him, I knew a voice was already whispering how 'serious' this was.

While he whimpered, I turned back to the table where my collection lay in neat rows.

"You're sick, man," he said, like I hadn't worn that diagnosis into my skin a thousand times already.

"Are you seriously fighting for her? The girl doesn't even acknowledge you. When I asked her, she told me there was nothing between you two."

I chuckled as I studied an 'Awl' on the table. I didn't doubt that. Rali could be that silly.

When he saw that I didn't say a word, he pressed. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to hurt her. I just..." he sighed heavily. "I've always wanted Zerali to myself. I tried proposing a relationship, but she turned me down."

"So, you tried to rape her." I nodded, like a student taking note.

"You know, Grayson," I turned to him with a crowbar in my hand. "I don't entirely have an issue with your methods. I mean, the last thing I am is a saint," I laughed. "So, you're not here because I'm judging you. You're simply here because you looked the wrong place. Man, I can't get over the fact that you had your hands on my woman and nearly succeeded in fucking what was mine."

I got flashes of his cock sliding in and out of her. Before I realized it, the crowbar cracked across his jaw with a satisfying crunch.

His head snapped back, blood spraying as he groaned. The sound soothed something deep in me, like pouring whiskey down an old wound.

"You said you wanted her," my head more levelled, I dragged the chair across the floor and sat so close my knees almost brushed his feet. "Tell me, do you have any idea what it means to actually want someone? It isn't just about staring at their ass in the office or imagining them limp in your bed. It's about consuming. To carve them into your bones until their existence becomes the marrow that keeps you standing."

I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. "When someone becomes your favorite, it stops being about you altogether. Their mornings dictate yours. Their favorite coffee becomes the only thing you'll drink. Their color blinds your vision until it paints every wall you see. Their flaws?" I chuckled darkly. "They'll stitch themselves into your bloodstream until you'd kill to protect even their ugliest edges."

I tilted my head, eyes glinting. "You think you know what wanting is? Hell, their enemies become your enemies. Their friends become the people you learn to smile at even when you want to slit their throats. Their turn-ons, their scars, even their silence... Those become your everything.

"That's what it means to want. Not the coward's hunger you mistook for desire. You never wanted her, Grayson. You wanted access. There's a difference. And men like me… men who know the difference, we don't let go."

I stood, walking back to the table where I lit another cigarette. Taking up my pliers, I returned to my seat in front of him.

"Why don't we play a game of favorites?" I flicked ash off my cigar and leaned in close enough that he could feel the heat of it near his jaw.

His throat bobbed, his eyes chasing the cherry tip of my smoke, then darting back to mine.

"The rules are simple. I'll ask you some questions about Rali. Every right answer keeps you whole, every wrong answer costs you a finger."

Wedging the cigarette between my teeth, I reached for his left hand.

He writhed and strained against the ropes until the chair shifted. "You're out of your mind!"

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