My little master manipulator.
I dropped to my knees behind her, shoving her upper body to the ground and forcing her head back by her hair so she stared Vikter right in his unfortunate face. “Look at him, Bridget. Look at him while I tear your pussy apart and paint your insides. You fucked up, lass. And you might not want this, but you’ve got it…and growin’ up means you have to learn how to deal with it.” I shoved my cock inside her and my palm stung with the impact of lighting her ass on fire. Her wail echoed through the woods. As did the slapping of the ruthless pace I set just because I fuckingcan.
“Pussy!”
Ha…well played.
I rammed two fingers into her ass, fucking her harder when she screamed. “His name is Vikter Romanov,” I grunted, pulling her hair tighter while I savagely fucked. “He shot at you…and I made him fuckin’suffer. We took his fingers. I peeled his pretty face off. I hummed your favorite song while he screamed.” My fingers started pumping in and out of her tight little hole and it dragged a pained growl from her throat. “I stabbed him in the lung with a rusty screwdriver, so he’d die fuckin’ slow and feeleverything. So, he’d choke on his own air and have time to think about what he thought he’d take from me.”
“Declan!”
My eyes closed and I pressed her cheek to the dirt, losing myself in the way her body started to tighten up with her white flag. She’s not gonna cum looking at another bloke. I flipped her over and held her thigh against my side, sinking back into her while she tried to catch her breath. There’s dead leaves all in her hair and the whole left side of her face is dirty. I can’t imagine how hard this is for her right now. I leaned over that battered body and spit on her heaving bare chest.
“That’show I love you, Bridget Byrne.That’swhat happens when I’m faced with the thought of anybody hurtin’ you.” My filthy hand slid across her chest, spreading mud over her pale skin. She started shaking. “…and I’ll never be sorry for it. I’ll never be ashamed of it. So, tell me…” I used the same hand to force her to look at me, grabbing her by the chin. “Is that not the same fuckin’ reason you did all this ridiculousshite?”
She punched me in the gut, and I instinctively snatched both wrists, pinning them above her head.What a fucking brat. I slowed to a near stop just as she edged right up to the main event and the sound that came out of her filled me with the sickest high.
“You wanna cum, Little Doe? Tell me…the truth.”
Veins of stark white wove down her temples against the dirt on her face. She can’t help herself. Wouldn’t be a punishment if she didn’t cry. That’s the one thing that’s gonna teach her out of every rotten thing I’ve done to her tonight.
“You’re a fucking fool, Declan,” she whimpered, sniffling. “I’ve loved you since the night I stole all your attention at the merge. Since I realized you’d proved yourself more a Byrne than Daddy’s own right hand.” My hips stopped working completely. We just stared at each other through clouds of stuttering oxygen. “Now you know. So, fuck me until I feelbetterabout it, you pig-headed Irishbitch.” Both her legs clamped around me, those tiny heels digging into my lower back until I felt my nuts go tight.
“That’s a good lass.”
One of these daysI’llfeel better…about what I just did.
I’ll think about it later, after I come down from the high of being a complete psychopathic moron while I came hard enough to blur my vision. Bridget’s back didn’t even touch the ground when she choked the life out of my cock and cried for a whole different reason while her eyes rolled back in her skull. I’ve been replaying the long stretch of minutes I didn’t count when we both collapsed in a heap on the ground, about as buried as this body is about to be in each other without a single word spoken between us.
The spade of the shovel scraped through the loose dirt as I tossed more onto Vikter’s body.
Her hands felt different on me. More gentle than I’ve ever felt them. Deliberately gentle…like she felt more than what we’re both used to. Like she learned her lesson…like she really is sorry. But what I felt more than anything was the tenderness in it, and it’s fucking sad to understand that it’s the first time she’s ever touched me in love. Sad…and not because I felt like I needed to demand it from her, but because of the way I know she was raised. It’s the same reason Malek had a hard time embracingthe foreign aspect of it. She really is terrified of this, and it makes me madder than hell. I don’t think it ever really bothered me until it was too late to save me from Bridget Byrne. The way I love her now is different than the way I did before. The crazy bitch we built in that house felt like the one thing she needed most would be the death she was taught never to be afraid of.
I scooped the last of the dirt into the root hole and looked over my shoulder. She’s sitting against a tree, fidgeting with her nails and staring at the ground. I can’t help but feel like I should stand my ground and let the punishment ride out. This is the whole reason anybody needs it—tolearnfrom it. But damn, it’s killing me not to go over there, pick her up and tell her how sorry I am for what I just put her through…even if it did end with her screaming my name in euphoria. I stabbed the shovel into the ground and leaned on the handle as I turned to face her.
“Those shoes…the new ones. Did—Did you…”
“Yep. She didn’t need ‘em anymore. Why? Did her feet look cold?”
I snorted.
“A bit. Didn’t quite cover those up with your last sad attempt at a funeral.”
Bridget shrugged and stood up, stretching her back. “Yeah, well…I’m no Seven Grey. And fuck Lydia, anyway. She talked too much.”
“I guess she did if you mean she talked too much in the wayLarrytalked.” I smirked and got the infamous Bridget eye roll.
“You weren’t supposed to see that. And how do you know what she didn’t say?” It took her a second, but I can tell she’s starting to put the pieces together in her rattled mind. “Sexy little nerd…youheardme.”
“I did.”
The sass is starting to come back, little by little. Now I’m starting to feel a bit better. Her hands slapped her thighs.“How?!”
I grabbed the shovel and started dragging it past her as a cue to follow me back to the car. I’m fucking freezing now that the adrenaline’s wearing off. “I bugged your ass pocket.”
“Are you fuckingkidding me?!”
It’s gonna be a long drive home.
