The same man squirmed, rocking his body back and forth as the blood rushed to his head.
“Pity I can’t understand you around the gag. That’s okay. I already have all the proof I need.”
I didn't know which one I wanted to start with; the one who remained stoic and silent or the one who apparently begged to be spared.
So I closed my eyes and swung, only opening them when I heard the grunt of pain. Ah, the weasel. Fine by me.
Better than playing eenie meenie miney mo to decide.
“You thought you had what it takes to bring down our empire?” I swung again, grinning in satisfaction as bones cracked audibly and blood flew. “You’re nothing!”
It didn’t take long before drops of sweat trickled down my temples, mingling with the blood spatter. Wiping my forehead with my sleeve, I stared unsympathetically at the two limp bodies lightly swinging back and forth.
“Well done,” said a voice from the inner depths of the warehouse.
Maybe it should have been a surprise, but I was only enticed by the familiarity of the deep voice.
“You didn't really think Noah would allow you to do this without telling me, did you?”
The voice was closer, mere feet from where I stood. Rather than turn my head to address him, I spoke into the void.
“They all need to be taught a lesson.”
“Agreed.” That one word started tingles at the base of my spine; or perhaps it was his nearness.
“And I see no reason I can’t be their teacher.”
When he touched me, I felt the flames of desire rise inside me. Lovingly caressing my abdomen, he said, “This is why, aingeal fiáin. Because you carry my daughter with you wherever you go.”
“I’m not risking her life,” I protested.
His lips were on my ear. “Maybe not.” He bit down, and I hissed. “But it needs to stop now.”
“But—”
Cutting off my protest, Burke spun me to face him and slanted his mouth over mine. I lost myself in him when he devoured me, biting my lips and sucking my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like whiskey and smelled of untold transgressions. I couldn't say why that turned me on more, but maybe it was because I knew he was all mine. This insane, brutal, ferocious man topping the most wanted list loved me. He saved me, craved me, and would kill for me.
Hell, he had killed for me, and I had killed for him.
Picking me up, he moved stealthily to the closest wall, and I let the bat drop from my hands to clatter loudly on the concrete floor.
When I pulled back to drag in a breath, I noticed the red smears on his face. "I've gotten you dirty," I murmured.
"The blood of our enemies."
Our sex life had always been on the verge of wild, but this was new for us.
"Fucking filthy brat," he snarled, pressing me hard into the wall.
Nothing held me up but the weight of his will. With rapid movements, he ripped my pants at the crotch and thrust his cock inside me. I cried out at the brutal intrusion, so sweet it nearly broke me in a million pieces. His hips moved so fiercely, claiming me as his with every forward movement. Filling me over and over, letting my head rattle and my teeth clap together, Burke proved he owned my body.
As though I needed any further proof.
The blood on my cheeks and forehead had smeared, my clothes splattered as though painted intentionally. Soon, he was as filthy as I was.
"You say I'm dirty, but look at you," I managed through clenched teeth.
"Might as well make it worse."
