Page 175 of Unmasked

“Thank you, Luan.”

“Hey, Theo. I didn’t tell you shit.”

“You never do. Talk to you soon.”

The recording stopped, and I was nearly panting through the fury and emotion.

Bram pointed to Theodore’s phone. “That’s what we needed. Yeah… send that to me. I’ll get it right to The Council.”

I stood, locking my arms around Theodore, only to lean back and slap his shoulder. Thank you wasn’t good enough. We weren’t closer to finding Penelope, but Lawrence was fucked either way. He’d attacked The Order. The penalty for that was death. There was no escaping what was coming for him. If I didn’t manage to find him first, The Council would have no choice but to end his life.

I wasn’t going to let that happen.

Lawrence would become The Order’s ultimate sacrifice, and I’d take anyone out who tried to stop me. I was the true king, and only the blood of my enemy would begin to right the wrong of the ancestral trauma I’d been plagued with.

It was time to close the book on the past.

I was making my own story now.

It would begin with the fall of a king.

CHAPTER 59

Penelope

“See. Gentle. Slow.”

Breath brushed over my lips and my scream came out more as a moan as the tears didn’t stop. Hours. So many hours through the night. Barely any sleep. Rape after rape. Hours. More time. Foreplay. Another rape.

King Lawrence hadn’t been lying about stamina. He was feverish in his need to force himself into every part of me.

Mind.

Body.

… Soul.

“You’re going to love me. We’re going to be so happy together.”

“No.” I sobbed. “I hate… you. I don’t… want this. Hate. Hate.”

“That’s just Vaughn talking. You love me. I see it deep inside your eyes.”

He kept the thrusts at a leisurely pace, cupping to my breast to tease over my nipple as he constantly nuzzled my face.

“I’m going… to gut… you.”

A surprised laugh left him, and he nipped at my lip. “You are dangerous aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question. The intrigue… the fascination had his cock getting heavier inside me. I cried out, wishing I could claw his face to ribbons.

“Wait…. until you see. I’ll… rip out your throat with… my teeth. I’ll paint… these walls with… your blood. I’m going to bathe… in it. I’ll⁠—”

My cry was breathy as he let out a deep moan. Cum shot into me and my head managed to turn back and forth with more force at the pain of my throbbing back. My eyes widened at the realization that I was beginning to move and feel more, and my pulse hit hard. I felt a calm evilness roll through as I turned back to the man who was gasping and beginning to rub his face along the side of mine.

“Fuck… you really get me going when you talk like that. I want to see it. I want…” He pulled back, scanning my face. “I want to see what you’re capable of.”

His blue eyes were so round and full of need, I felt words disappear from my thoughts. The fascination was like nothing I’d seen before.