Brax
The smugness in Talia’s voice makes my dick hard. She’s fire-fueled wrath and purpose. She’s not the heroine—she’s the villainess. Her sense of morality isn’t rooted in societal rightness—it’s jaded and twisted, a beautiful blend of ferocity, intelligence, and elite skills.
I need her to be mine?—
—She is mine.
I had to correct myself. My little fox has been mine since that night three years ago.
Never in my life have I met someone I wanted to possess.
Fuck?Sure.
Date?Maybe?—
But want to tie someone irrevocably to me in every legal and illegal way?Not ever.
As eager as I am to claim her, I want?—
No.
—needher to want to be soul-tied, so regardless of which part of the multiverse we’re in, we’ll always belong to each other.
“Fuck,” I groan, welcoming the pain as my shaft grows painfully hard.
Smirking, I envision Talia on her knees,swallowing my dick until my balls high-five her chin. I can hear garbled, erotic moans as she chokes me back so deeply that I welcome it as if she swallowed me whole.
A grunt breaks my focus, annoyance prickles my skin even more than usual because I know who it’s from.
Mikah.
I remember every detail down to the blueberry-colored birthmark on his dick.
Name: Mikah Phillip Gordon
Current Age: 34
Age at the time of gruesomely murdering his family: 16
Height: 6’4”
Crimes: murder, familicide, sodomy, rape, incest, violent acts against women and children
It would be shorter to list what vile things hehasn’tdone.
Shock would be a normal reaction when you learn how young they all were when they committed these barbaric acts.
I don’t give a fuck about their age or their youthful innocence.
They were old enough to know better.
But when you’re raised as entitled as these shitstains were, it’s almost to be expected. I won’t dismiss the horrors they endured before becoming the monsters they were bred to be, but I won’t use the why as a get-out-of-jail-free card either.
“Fuuuckk. Your cunt tastes so fucking good,” Mikah groans, and my stomach churns. “I get why your pretty little snatch was a top money maker for Serge.
Rage smothers the acid lining my stomach at the mention of the fucking usurper Bratva Pakhan, who also violently slayed his family for power.
It’s always interesting when people claim that women are too emotional to lead. Meanwhile, men’s temper tantrums cause world wars, famine, genocide, erasure of cultures, and revisionist history that makes them the winners when they try to indoctrinate the masses.
