Mine to break.
Mine to terrorize and taunt.
Mine to destroy and kill.
Toren Kellar belongs to me.
She breaks the kiss and throws her head back as she screams out in pleasure. The sound fuels my need to consume her.
“Xaden… don’t stop.” Her demand pisses me off and I want to deny the cunt, but the truth is, I need to feel her come on my cock once before I explode inside her. I keep my pace and force her to feel everything as I dip my head and claim one of her nipples in my mouth, then bite down hard enough to leave a sting, making her cry out. The bite of pain mixed with the pleasure I’m inflicting on her sends her over the edge. She comes screaming my name.
I’m like a bull chasing the matador, thrusting inside her ruthlessly, chasing my own climax. The second it slams into me, I ride the fucking high like an addict. I allow the numbness to consume me as I get lost in the feeling of ecstasy vibrating through my body.
Nothing else matters in this moment. Everything is white noise, except for how good she feels wrapped around me, with the sounds she is making driving me over the edge faster. I feel like I’m free-falling over a cliff with no safety net.
When the aftershocks slowly begin to fade and the ringing in my ears lessens, all I can hear is the sound of heavy breathing. The haze lifts and when I look at her now, all I see is her father and brother. Disgust consumes me and I know the moment shesees it as well. She pushes against my chest, urging me to set her down. I ignore her request and tighten my hold on her ass, making her yelp in pain.
“You leave with me tonight. Try and argue and you’ll regret the day you took your first breath, Tink.” I pull out and release her. She drops to her feet and shoots me a scathing look that I ignore as I turn my back and begin to dress, taking my time, knowing me being in here with her is making her uncomfortable. I hear the sound of her dressing hastily but ignore it as I slowly pull my pants up.
Once I’m fully clothed, I turn around to grab my gun but freeze at the sight of her standing there, fully dressed withmyfucking Glock in her hands and pointed at me.
“Half of what you hear and all of what you see, Devlin.” My anger rushes to the surface as I stare at the spiteful bitch. “What do you see when you look into my eyes?”
Her words echo around the room with the weight of a fucking semi truck. I look into those eyes of hers and see what she kept hidden.
Bloodlust.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
TOREN
The look of contempt on his face is priceless. Xaden is used to being the one calling the shots, in charge and the dominant person in the room, but I’ve turned the tables on him. The look of murder in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, he never thought I would turn on him.
“You plan to kill me with that, Tink?” The mockery in his tone grates on my nerves. It’s clear he thinks I have no idea how to use the gun so I smirk at the smug bastard and flick the safety and tip my head to the side, playing the part of an air head.
“I just pull this right?” I say as I slide my finger over the trigger. His face pinches and I know he is trying to work out the best way to disarm me without getting shot, but I won’t give him the chance. Carnage has shown me how to shoot. I’m not great but I know enough to put someone down at close range. He may have also shown me some self defense moves. When he tilts his upper body forward like he is about to rush me I click my tongue. “Don’t,” I warn.
“Do it, Tink. This will be the one and only shot you have at taking me down.”
I scoff. “You are going to let me walk out of here with Carnage and his brothers. You will let Harper come with me.”
His features pull taut and his eyes blaze with condemnation at my audacity to order him around.
“Fuck you.”
“I’m walking out of here, Xaden. If you try to stop me, I’ll shoot you.” I press forward and move around him. He turns his whole body, following my every move and never once giving me his back. I push against the door and step into the hallway. I look side to side quickly to make sure that none of his men are around.
“You’re going to pay for this.” His tone is ice cold and filled with a promise of pain.
I look him dead in the eye and nod. “I told you I wanted this place burned down. I meant it. What I won’t do is stay here and watch as you execute the staff. I’m grateful everyone in this place is going to be free and no one will ever be locked in here again, but the staff doesn’t need to die.”
“From the moment you are born you are dying. All I am doing is deciding their fate and they deserve to suffer.”
“That might be true but it doesn’t mean you have to be the one to do it.”
A sinister smile touches his stoic face. “But I fucking want it to be me, Tink. I want their blood covering me. I want to hear them scream and beg for their pathetic lives while I carve their skin and remove each of their lips to add to my treasure jar.” A groan of satisfaction tumbles from him and horror washes over me at the sight.
“Goodbye, Xaden.”
