Ours (Blood Ties, #3)

by A.K. Rose

“I’ll take you away from here…” he promised. “The only way I know how.” I trembled with the intensity of his words, watching as he slowly sank his fingers inside me. “Jesus,” he panted, biting his lower lip. “Christ, you’re a good girl. Look at how good you are.”

“You’re fucking mine, you understand that? You’re…mine. You go into the darkness, I’m right there with you. There’s no leaving me, Ryth. Not now, not ever…in this life, or the next.”

But I couldn’t stomach the shit, not when I was starved for her goddamn demons. I wanted to kill those men who hurt her, consume all her terror and her pain.

Her wide eyes took in every scratch and every mark. I was a mess…I knew that, but it was the kind of hurt I’d feel a thousand times over for her. Didn’t she know that by now?

“This has to hurt,” she whispered. “Not when I’m looking at you.” Her cheeks blushed before she looked away.

My body responded to him. To his darkness…to his savage need. “Breathe against my neck while I finger you, Ryth.”

“Over and over and over again, I’m going to use you. My perfect fucktoy.” He leaned down to growl against my ear. “My needy little stepsister.” He reached for the button of his pants, yanked the belt, and shoved the zipper down. His hard cock sprang free as he pulled backwards, grabbed my waist with both hands, and lifted me. I was spun, my knees dragging against the ground as I was dropped back down.

“I’m gonna use you, princess,” he growled again, driving me against the tree. “I’m gonna use your body…gonna take your soul. Gonna steal that heart right out of your chest…the way you’ve stolen mine.”

“That’s it, little brother,” Caleb encouraged. “Use her.” “Fuck,” Tobias growled, and drove in harder. “Use that sweet cunt,” Caleb whispered, staring down at me.

The thud of her elbows hitting the desk followed. I splayed her out against the mafia boss’s desk and licked the mess I’d created.

Where one of us went, we all went. There was no falling behind, no going off on our own. No bed we slept in alone. Not anymore.

“Defiant just enough to keep things interesting and yet aching to be submissive,” he murmured as he glanced my way, then said with utmost certainty. “One day, Vivienne, you will choke on my goddamn cock…and you’ll fucking love it.”

The food was forgotten as Nick stepped away from the table, kicked off his boots, and dragged his shirt over his head. There were no words needed. We all needed this. Clothes were flung all over as we climbed onto the bed.