Wicked Revenge

by Heather Beal

Blood pools around my bruised knees, flowing freely from the dead man's mutilated body next to me on the cold stone floor, from his gaping throat to his severed cock that now lies at his feet.

My scars are proof that I’ll heal, but he’ll never touch me again– never be able to give me new scars.

I will end him. I'll bring him to his knees, as I burn his whole kingdom to the ground, and when I do… I will rise from the ashes as the Queen.

I’ve spent the better part of these past two years healing– and by healing, I mean shoving my trauma and pain so far down inside me that it might never resurface. Avoidance and redirection have worked so far.

I make no apologies for how I chose to rebuild myself from the broken pieces I was left with.

I will enjoy every second of his torment regardless but if I learn he has a child, I will peel the skin from his cock with my blade like a goddamn peach.

“Don’t start with me, shit stain. I’m feeling extra stabby at the moment, and I’d hate to accidentally slit your fucking throat. What would my mother say if I stained her freshly polished floor with your blood?”

“What can I say, masked men on motorcycles with bad boy vibes and a hero complex just do something to my kitty, I make no apologies,”

She doesn’t know me, but she doesn’t panic like I feared she would. She just stares into my soul as I stare back into hers. And I know, without a shadow of a doubt, she is mine.

“Who hurt you? Give me a name.”

I am about 10 seconds away from ripping Doc’s head from his body and delivering it to her as a gift.

While I handle the leadership and decision making of our group, Alek is the muscle, and Maddox, well, he is our resident psycho.

We’ve lived so long in trepidation because everything we’ve ever loved has been ripped away from us. That changes now. She changes everything.

They both nod back at me. I can be wise. Sometimes.

She locks eyes with me as she reaches the peak of her orgasm, and I’m a fucking goner. I don’t think she understands the beast she just unleashed. I’m a psychopath. Certifiably insane. I think I fucking love her.

“Every single inch of your body, mind, and soul, they’re all mine. You are all of ours. Do you understand that?”

“Listen, my kitty might be a virgin, but I have the soul of slut. I need more than that.”

“Wait, you’re a virgin?” “Like I’d fuck anything in this town. Except maybe the Shadows, but I think you’ve already claimed them for your harem,” she says with a smirk. “Now, stop avoiding. Spill!”

I’m not scared of you. I am fucking broken. He fucking broke me, Royal. I turned 18 the day King murdered my Grams and took me to that place, and I haven’t felt safe or had a single day of peace since. Then I met you, all of you, and I finally feel safe. It's like my soul recognizes yours. When you look at me, my broken pieces don’t feel so broken. I can’t explain it, and I don't understand it. We don’t even know each other. But for the first time since that day, I feel… peace.

That thought really should enrage the inner feminist in me, ‘I am woman, hear me roar’ and all that shit. But I really can’t find it in me to give a fuck. Not when this man has me a panting, dripping mess of wanton need.

Maddox is still bouncing, something I’ve learned he does when he gets over excited. I think it's adorable. He’s like a feral little kitten. You don’t know if you're going to get mauled or suffocated with cuddles.

Fuck me sideways and twice on Sunday! I can’t believe she has a fucking bike. And I don’t know which one of them is sexier. Her or it? Maybe her on it? Fuck.

“I’m no God, just a servant on his knees for his bloody queen.”

“You gave him the same scar he gave you. Now you’ll watch me give him the rest. He will wear every single mark on your body.”

This will be healing for her. She needs this more than we do. This trauma of hers is more than I’d imagined, and I’m an imaginative motherfucker.

“I want to taste you.” She looks up at me, but she doesn’t look confident at this moment. “I just… I’ve never… I don’t know how to make you feel good.” “I’ll show you,” Royal says, shocking the shit out of me. Holy fucking shit. I might not survive this.

“You’re going to take every inch of my pierced cock, pretty girl. Alek is going to watch and count each bar as they disappear into your dripping little cunt,”

“All of your pain. Your nightmares. Your deepest fears. I want to crush them to dust. I want your darkest fantasies, the ones you’re too scared to say out loud. I want your pleasure dripping from my tongue every morning and every night. I want it all. With you. With my brothers. If that's crazy or too fast, so be it. It doesn’t need a label. I just want you to know that you’re not alone with these feelings. They are intense, and I’m fucking terrified of what it means. But we will figure this out together, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I love how big he is. He makes me feel like a princess, sitting upon her 6’9 throne made of pure muscle and tattooed daddy.

“You’ve been through a lot in the last 48 hours, baby. Too many emotions. It’s normal to feel like that afterward. I won’t ever leave you alone. That’s a promise. You’re mine, Raena. It’s my job to help you bring your emotions back down. That’s what the bath was for, but we got a little carried away in there,” he chuckles, making me smile against his chest. “There she is.”

I have no idea how I ended up in the middle of this delicious man-meat sandwich, but I am not mad about it.

“I’m going to enjoy my pussy, and you,” he growls, bringing his hand down once more, “are going to stay still and take it.”

“Let me in, Royal.” Her gaze cuts through me as she speaks. “Let me see the real you. Don’t hold back. Break me. Shatter me into a million pieces. Just don’t forget to put me back together when you're done.”

“You are mine, Angel,” I growl possessively. “Your body. Your soul. Your heart. Your past, present, and future. All fucking mine. I’ll share you with my brothers, but no one else will ever touch you again. And I will kill every motherfucker who has ever laid a hand on what’s mine. We will level this entire fucking town to the ground if that’s what it takes to keep you safe. And then we will fuck in their blood as it runs the streets red with your revenge. I promise you this with every fiber of my being.”

“Do you know what I learned? We can’t control the actions of others. We just get to survive the consequences. We were just children, forced to play a game we weren’t meant to win. This is why I became The Hunter. I refuse to stand back and allow this broken cycle to continue. Innocent people– children, forced to live and die at the mercy of a Monster. Sometimes, you need a bigger monster. So I became one,” she declares.

“You’re no monster, Angel. You’re a Queen. Destined to rule from the battlefield, wearing the blood of the wicked as armor, with the Shadows as your shield, and your soul as a sword.”

“I will be by your side every step of the way. Your fight is mine. Your revenge is mine. You. Are. Mine. I bind myself to you.”

“Fuck. Your tight little ass stretching around this jewel is a fucking sight to see. But I need you to sit the fuck down. Don’t hover. Drench me. Suffocate me with your needy little cunt, my queen. Ride my fucking face,”