Fuck her and forget her? Breaking all my bones and sawing off my limbs would be simpler, a mercy compared to ever forgetting her, leaving her.
Andneverbecause of her.
I shake my head. I give her my fullest attention, lower my head, and brush my mouth along her cheek to murmur, “I’mhome.”
She blinks.
Now, I attack, claiming her mouth, tasting my blood on her lips, opening her up, and giving her my poison again. Reminding her. Everything belongs to me.
Every word. Every emotion. Every broken piece.
I’d be a goddamn fool to let that go, to leave it behind for the sake of hollow pride.
She is my greatest pride.
I tilt my jaw, giving her more, suffocating her as I taste her. Her tongue tangles with mine. She arches her neck, wanting more. Tilting my jaw, I deepen and harden the kiss until I’m feasting and mauling her with my mouth and teeth.
She tastes like my blood. And she smells like her sweat, her musk like an entrapping rose.
My chains on her hold stronger than ever. But she’s sunk her teeth into me. Buried an arrow in my soul, just as I buried one in her flesh. A promise: if I ever tried to leave, she would tear me apart from the inside out.
She’s not binding me.
She’swoundingme, haunting me, hunting me.
When I leave her mouth, she inhales, coming up for air. Blood droplets splatter upon her upper chest, a tiny stream running down her exposed breast. Some disappear beneath the ropes binding her.
I see the forceps knocked to the floor along with all the dishes. Broken glass and ceramic everywhere. Now, I smirk and chuff a laugh.
“Thank you, Briella. Good girl, saving so much for my return.” All the suppressed energy she held just for me.
She frowns and spits. “Psychotic parasite.”
“Yes, I’m living inside you. How does it feel, my Queen?”
There is that wicked, feminine grin. “Probably the same way it makesyoufeel.”
Seth whistles low while Jude begins a slow clap.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Vincent leaning against the far side of the counter with his hands stuffed in his hoodie. Rory is the closest, getting off on the display, but his body language is not the same. The way he looks at her…
“Hmm…quite a few things happened while I was gone.” I slowly loosen my hold so Briella can rise. A lovely handprint bruise upon her throat.
“And didn’t.” She sniffs and glares at me, eyes flicking lower.
Without another moment wasted, I rip the slip of a robe off her body, take myself out, and impale her.
“Ah, God!” she screams as I ambush her. “Fucking finally!”
Securing the fallen cap back on her head, I pick her up and walk right over the broken glass and ceramic until I’ve slammed her up against the wall.
Fucking her—tighter than ever from her ten-day’s un-fucked cunt.
After escaping the braid during her assault, her royal curls rain down the sides of her face. Even more beautiful with her crown.
Her body yields, softens, submits. Her eyes are molten hazel. Holding one arm above her head against the wall, my other gripping the underside of her right thigh—fingers digging into the flesh—I claim her mouth, lashing her tongue with mine.Thrusting hard, I grind my length into her. I smite her, burying myself more with all her hot walls closing around me.
A long moan escapes her throat. Her fingers curl, lift to touch my face, the ten-day-old stubble. Fucking with me. Bleeding me. Killing me.
