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This is a dark mm romance. If you are not familiar with the dark romance genre, I urge you to proceed with caution. This book contains explicit on page scenes of violence, torture, domestic and parental abuse, child neglect as well as explicit scenes where consent is not clearly given. Additionally, there is a scene where two characters intentionally trigger a PTSD response in an effort to help one of them overcome trauma.
“Thank goodness you’re here, officers. I’ve called in what feels like a hundred times. There’s always screaming coming from this house. I swear there are kids in there. No one ever does more than knock!”
What would happen to Cass if this commanding man thought she had done it?
“What will happen if I tell you I did it?” I whispered.
The funny thing about being raised in a cage is it makes you angry… and angry people want vengeance.
I loved fucking dudes. There was just something about bending over a pretty alpha male and making him see Jesus through his asshole. Nothing got me off faster than a good ol’ fight for dominance that ended with me literally on top.
The ginger-haired sex god in question walked into the room abruptly, and my jaw literally dropped. That picture online had not done him justice. Forget muscles. I was suddenly craving a ginger snap.
“I wouldn’t worry about it, honey. Your dark angel will take care of them.”
Not only was I going to be murdered at twenty-seven in my own house, I was going to die with a goddamned fear-boner.
I have to say, this was the first time someone had ever gotten hard for me while I tried to kill them, but I wasn’t complaining. Something about that was so hot. What else would make this little psycho hard?
What did a mercenary and a mortician have in common? Dead. Fucking. Bodies.
Ryan followed me into the kitchen, looking sullen and pissed off. It seemed I had a brat on my hands, which was literally my favorite. I loved it when they fought back. I got to punish them and teach them their place.
What is the significance of 2739, you ask? Well, it’s the same code that I use to confirm the completion of my jobs for Damian. It could be a coincidence that my code was written on these slips… However, I didn’t believe in fucking coincidence. Not in my line of work.
2739, 2739, 2739…
“You’re a lunatic!” he roared, spitting blood all over himself. I shrugged. “And you’re a rapist.” “Fuck you!”
“In the basement. There’s a hidden panel behind the bar. You need my fingerprint to open the door.” My eye twitched. The basement.
“I’m not the devil, Ryan Fairview. I’m your fucking god, and you will beg me for forgiveness,”
“That’s it, straight boy. Come for me.” “No. Fuck you!” I spat, and he chuckled. “You’re going to come, Ryan; there’s no point in fighting it. You’re going to shoot your load all over that bitch’s corpse, then you’re going to clean it up like the good boy I know you are.”
He dropped the money into my hand, and my cheeks flushed as I realized he was paying me for… what exactly? Giving me a handjob? Humiliation and rage bubbled in my chest, burning away any good feelings that had been growing.
The fact that fear seemed to turn him on excited the shit out of me. There were tons of things I would love to do to him to show him just how fun a fear kink could be.
“Yeah, baby. That feels good, doesn’t it? Show me how good you look when you come.” I growled, even though he couldn’t hear me. I hadn’t been able to see his entire face earlier, just the side of his head when I held him down. “Cal…”
Had he just… said my name?
“Fuck, Cal… just like that!” Ryan whined as his cock began spurting in his hand.
Fuck, this was the longest orgasm I had ever had…
Vox’s look said: Fuck around, and I’ll kill you. I don’t fucking care who you are.
Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck!
Not just any apron. It was a frilly pink apron that said, ‘I put the bitch in obituary.’ My aunt had gotten it for Iris as a gag gift one year, and it had never been worn.
Omg. He was here! He came back? He brought me… flowers?
“Look at us! Pimping out our siblings for personal gain. We’re so charming.”
I wanted to kiss him so bad. I wanted to beg him not to go. I wanted to tell him he didn’t have to hurt people. It didn’t have to be like that… but… what did I know? I didn’t have the means to protect him from someone like Damian Ryker. I was just a fucking mortician.
“I just want to devour you, gorgeous. Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he rasped, dragging his mouth back up to meet mine as he pushed me down on the bed.
He was absolutely feral. Feral for me.
My mouth went dry. Jesus Christ. He was like a fucking god.
The way my entire body reacted to the sight of it made me nearly whimper out loud. I was so fucking gay. Yep. Super fucking gay.
Holy shit, my mouth was fucking salivating.
I pulled back and sucked on his tip again, shuddering with pleasure as he leaked into my mouth. I lapped up the salty taste of him, teasing the ridge of his crown with my tongue. Fuck this was so good. Why was this so fucking good?
“Alright, baby. Open up that beautiful throat. I’m going to fuck this sweet mouth,” he growled, and before I could even process what was happening, he was slamming his cock in and out of me.
Suddenly such a needy little thing… I’ve officially corrupted him! Bwahahaha!
Fuck, I just wanted to put him in my pocket. He was so fucking cute!
God, he just had a way of turning me into a useless puddle of nonsense.
‘You’re my most important investment, Mr. Walker. I will always pay close attention to what you do.’
Buzz buzz, mother fucker. Answer me!
You want a vampire, little bee? I’ll give you a vampire. I sank my teeth into the crook of her neck, biting down hard enough on her soft flesh that she squeaked in surprise.
Looking down at my teeth marks on her neck, my dick did that illicit twitch thing again. It took more effort than I cared to admit not to drop a little kiss on the mark I had left on her skin.
“I’ll fucking kill that twat waffle!” Cassandra screeched, moving to storm away again.
Theo smirked and turned to Cass, pointing the handgun at the ground. “Guess I’m your knight in shining armor, princess.” Cass glowered at Theo, her lip curling in disdain.
Damian wanted him to leave me. Cal was trying to protect me from him. No. Fucking unacceptable. This wasn’t Cal. This was a product of whatever Damian had done to him.
It was better for everyone if I stayed away from them. Especially him. I’d ruined his life enough as it was.
This dude was crazier than I was…damn.
“Don’t lie! You work for Apex! We know you’ve been trying to protect all these fucking pedophiles! You’re Damian Ryker’s goon! He’s like the pedo king!”
