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The rule that these boys have broken? I’m only allowed to bleed for him.
Barlow is the key to her heart. All she needs to say is, Tyrant, I want Barlow, and I’ll go get her brother for her and take them both to my mansion where we’ll live happily ever fucking after.
I didn’t spare them. I ensured that everyone on the streets of Henson will hear about this by morning and understand that Vivienne Stone is Tyrant’s girl. Even looking the wrong way at her is hazardous for your health.
“I know, angel,” I murmur tenderly. “I’m nearly finished.” I never get to be tender with anyone. Whenever I say the words I’m nearly finished it’s usually because I’m torturing someone to death.
I’m making her crazy? She’s the one who’s so lovely and exquisite, and yet she’s not my wife and she’s not pregnant with my baby. Yet.
“You’re only for me, angel. I killed that asshole who cut you, and if anyone else touches you, I will put a bullet in his head.”
If an angel can look at a monster like me with so much softness in her heart, then that monster is going to make her believe she’s beautiful.
“Like you? I don’t fucking like you. I’m obsessed with you.”
“You’re not on any birth control. I know. I want it that way. I’m going to fuck my baby into you, Vivienne. Here. Now. If you fight me, I’ll hold you down and make you take it.”
“I want it to last.” Being here with him means my world is filled with color and light, which is ironic considering I’m being fucked by the man with the darkest heart in Henson.
“You’ve probably already got a family tucked away somewhere,” I accuse. “Is that right? Am I your bit on the side?” He shakes his head and laves my breasts with his tongue. “I never wanted a family until I saw you with a baby in your arms. Fuck, that did something to me,” he breathes, moving up my body to capture my mouth with his.
“One of these days, I’ll make you believe that I crave to take care of you, angel.”
She’s right, I’m not her boyfriend. I’m her lover. Her stalker. Her obsessed future husband and the father of her children. I’m the only one who gives a damn about her, but I shouldn’t be the only one. How fucking dare the other people in her life neglect her so much and make her so miserable.
Me: I’m bleeding. Tyrant: I’m coming to the dorms.
Everyone knows messed-up people snap together like magnets. My mess is sad girl shit. Tyrant’s mess is intestines and bullets. He’s feeding on my vulnerabilities, but he didn’t cause them. He’s the only good thing that my damage has given me.
“I couldn’t wait until you were awake. I saw this pussy, and I had to start fucking you.” Tyrant groans as he works his cock deeper, and then he gives a soft, malicious laugh. “After I pulled your clothes off. And gagged you. And tied you up. With so many people in this building, I couldn’t have you screaming. Everyone might run to help you before I’ve finished with you.”
“You love it when I’m cruel to you, angel,” he seethes in my ear. “You love me controlling every little thing about your life. I’m the only one who can protect you. I’m the only one who gives a damn about you. Feel my cock? Feel those ropes? You’re so fucking protected.”
“I’m going to make everything perfect for you, angel. You and this baby are going to have everything you want. All you have to do is give me your life and soul when I ask for it. Are you ready for that? Never question me. Never doubt me. Do everything I say, and I’ll give you everything you want.”
I’m your good girl. I’m your good girl. I love being yours. He fucks me so hard that my bed bashes against the wall, but I’m too far gone to care. Let them all hear. It doesn’t matter anymore when I belong to the most dangerous man in Henson. They’re all going to find out. They’re all going to judge me. The world can’t turn its back on me any more than it already has. Tyrant will always be there for me, and he’s all I need.
I don’t understand why I have to choose one or the other. Tyrant never hurt Barlow. I never hurt Barlow. The only one who ever hurt this family is Dad.
“If you need to bleed, then I’ll bleed for you.”
“Your pain is my pain. It’s inside me. It’s flowing out of me. I’m bleeding for you, so you don’t have to.”
“Do you know how I deal with people who don’t pay their debts? First I break their legs. Then I slit their throats. Do you know why I haven’t done that to you?” He swallows hard. “I said do you?” “V-V-Vivienne?” he stammers. Like it’s a fucking question.
“Stop whining,” I seethe, twisting his arm harder and harder. “You racked up that debt in my club, and so I stole your son to motivate you to pay. Vivienne wasn’t part of this until she tried to help the people who hate her guts by rescuing her brother. An angel who came to the devil’s door. I saw her, so sweet and perfect with a baby in her arms, and my dick stood to attention. I fucked your daughter. I’ve fucked her so many times, and now I’m going to keep her because she’s mine. The question is, am I taking your son from you as well? Barlow Mercer. That has a nice ring to it, don’t you
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“As if you don’t know. Your fucked-up boyfriend here beat me up.” Vivienne shakes her head. “Tyrant wouldn’t do that.” I smile and press a kiss to her temple, just behind her mask. Oh, my little angel. Still believing that I have a shred of conscience just because I’m sweet to her. She’s so vulnerable and soft-hearted, but that’s one of the things I love about her. The world has treated her cruelly, but she hasn’t lost her innocence.
“My angel knows I wouldn’t lay a finger on her in violence.” Running my thumb along her jaw, I smile. “Unless she wants me to.”
“This is who I am, but I’ll always be sweet to you, angel. It’s everyone else who should be scared. Be a good girl and say you fucking love me.”
Barlow can’t be orphaned because of me. It’s too cruel. A baby needs his parents.
But his/your parents suck. He'd be better off w/ you
Say the word, and I’ll make them bleed for you. If someone hurts you, I will make them suffer tenfold. Knives cut deep, but my obsession for you cuts deeper. Your pain doesn’t control you. I do.
In a flash, at the thought of getting rid of it, I immediately know the answer. I want this baby. I was half in love with the idea when Tyrant was fucking me without protection. I was playing with fire on purpose, and I didn’t even try that hard to get ahold of some Plan B when one pharmacist told me they were out of stock.
“I’ll give you one last chance to come willingly. Don’t forget that I love you, Vivienne. I’ve never loved any woman before. If you throw that back in my face, I’ll be very fucking angry.” He caresses my cheek with the backs of his knuckles and his eyes are narrowed in fury.
Beautiful and deadly, if the rumors are true. Apparently Tyrant loves to lock people in the maze of his garden and hunt them down for sport.
“Do you need changing? Is that it?” “I can do that for you, Mr. Mercer.” It’s clear my housekeeper is dying to pry the baby away from me and make a fuss over Barlow. I should just hand him over, but I find myself reluctant to deposit him in Angela’s capable hands. I stole him. He’s my baby.
“Whatever you’re imagining, stop it. Camilla is my sister.” I blink in surprise. The vision of Tyrant kissing that girl snaps out of existence. His sister? I feel relieved, and then annoyed at myself that I feel any such thing. Not one ounce of that relief, not one whisper of it, better be showing on my face. “You’re pleased she’s my sister,” Tyrant says with a wicked smile. “I couldn’t give a damn who she is.” “You’re a liar, Vivienne,”
“I touched myself thinking about you,” I say in a rush. “The first orgasm I ever had, I was thinking about you. I came home from seeing you beat the shit out of those men and it turned me on.” Heat erupts in my cheeks. I’ve never admitted that shameful secret to anybody. I wish the ground would swallow me up, but I force myself to look at Tyrant.
“One flicker in your eyes will be enough for you to tell me I’m disgusting. I’m not giving you that kind of power.” “Do you really think that after all I’ve seen and done, anything that you can show me will be too much for me?” A lump rises in my throat. I never wrote that in my diary, but it’s what I always hoped, that a man as monstrous as him wouldn’t even flinch. Tyrant wouldn’t have to psych himself up to tell me that it didn’t matter to him that I had scars. He wouldn’t expect me to be slavishly grateful to him that he’s able to stomach the sight of me. He wouldn’t even see my scars.
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Tyrant kisses the top of my head, and a wave of warmth and sleepiness washes over me. Lying in Tyrant’s arms is the safest and most comfortable I’ve ever felt, and I drift off to sleep.
Vivienne’s sweet scent blooms around us as I crush her against my car. Relief pours through me. She’s back in my arms where she’s meant to be. She stole my fucking hostage, but right this moment I can’t even feel angry about it. I turn her around to face me and find that there are tears pouring down her face. Vivienne throws her arms around me and sobs against my chest. She’s crying?
I wipe the tears from her cheeks. Stone and his fucking wife. I spent all night making this girl come and smile and pour out her heart to me, and those assholes reduced her to a whimpering mess again in a matter of minutes. I vividly imagine Stone’s windpipe beneath my foot as I crush the life out of him.
Lucas Jones. Finally. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t know where he lives. If he’s still breathing, I’ll find him, even if he’s left town. I keep hold of Vivienne’s throat and slant my mouth over hers. Good fucking girl. I’ll take care of this asshole, and Vivienne will realize her family is a pathetic waste of space and cut them out of her heart.
If she thinks that anything is over between us, she’s very much mistaken. I own Vivienne Stone, now and forever. I break the kiss and seethe, “You’re already mine. Don’t you fucking forget it, and don’t break my rules.”
“You’re not really going to let us escape. You’re going to hunt us down for sport.” Stone turns to his daughter, fuming at her, “This is all your fault.” The words fly from my lips before I can stop myself. “Vivienne’s fault? Vivienne’s fucking fault? How much money is it you owe me, twenty-nine thousand, plus interest? The only person responsible for Owen Stone’s death is Owen Stone himself.” For a moment I meet Vivienne’s shocked gaze, and I have to force myself to look away from her.
Him. I want Tyrant. He’s my heart’s desire. Whatever happens next, I have to be his.
Finally!!
“You know that I’m obsessed with you, don’t you?” he snarls as he pounds ruthlessly into me. “Nothing has changed. I’m going to put that tracker back in your neck. You’re going to say, Thank you, Tyrant. I still own you. Your blood. Your breath. Your pussy. Everything.”
“Will you give me my heart’s desire?” I whisper, taking his face in my hands. “Angel, I’ll give you anything.”
I cling desperately to Tyrant’s wrist. He’s not squeezing hard, but he is telling me this is a hard line for him. Mercy for Dad and Samantha, but we’re taking Barlow. I want my brother so much. I don’t want to give him up.
There’s the sound of footsteps and voices. Dad and Samantha are coming this way. Tyrant takes off his shirt and quickly pulls it over my head, picks me up in his arms, and collects the rifle. When Dad and Samantha come around the corner, I’m sitting in Tyrant’s lap. He has one arm around me, and one hand holding the gun that’s braced on the ground. He glares at them through cold eyes. All his muscles are rigid as I cling to him. Dad stops short, and revulsion washes over his face. For once, I don’t duck my head in shame or tell myself that I’m disgusting and everything I want and need is
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“I protected the wrong people. I don’t think I believed I deserved any better than the way they were treating me. Maybe there were signs that Julia was my enemy as well, and I just didn’t see them.”
“Everything I do is for you,” he pants in my ear. “I live for you. I die for you. I’ll never let you go, and I’ll never give up all my secrets. By the time you figure them out for yourself, it will be too late. The monster in the labyrinth will have his claws too deep in your heart.”
She stays like that for ten minutes, suckling me, squeezing my thighs, floating in warmth and peace. My balls start to ache. People out in the church are probably getting restless. I don’t give a fuck. When you’ve seen your woman about to hack at herself with a knife because she’s in so much pain, moments like this are even more precious.
