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I lean over her body, propped up with one hand while the other holds my hard cock at her ass. “Look at me, little darling. I want your eyes on me when I fuck your ass for the first time.”
“That’s my girl. Such a good fucking whore, Mrs. Crawford.”
She’ll never understand why I married her, and I honestly don’t give a shit. I’ll do whatever I need to do to prove my point. Laikyn Grace Crawford is mine. And I’ll prove it to the fucking world. If I have to carve my name all over her flawless skin, I will.
I married her for a reason, and it wasn’t to fall in love with her. It was for revenge. Right.
I drop to my knees, and he shifts in the chair. I bite back a smile and look up at him as my tongue runs across the head of his pierced cock. His head falls back, giving me a view of his defined jaw. I can see his Adam’s apple bob when he swallows, and his dick swells in my hand. I wrap my lips around the tip and push it into my mouth.
wax play. But
Men like Tyson Crawford need a sacrifice, and he’s made me realize that I’d willingly be that for him. I’ve become addicted to his touch, the sound of his voice, and the way he fucks me…Goddamn, it’s unholy. But I’d gladly kneel for my Lord and let him use me however he wants.
But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that your enemies will use what you love against you. And the gorgeous brunette who is staring up at me right now is the easiest target to get to me.
Love? It doesn’t sound so foreign anymore. If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her. It was never supposed to be this way. Me and her. But it doesn’t matter why or how we got here. Not anymore.
Lots of people mistake lust and love. The difference is love demands a sacrifice. And that’s what I did when I changed our futures three years ago. The fact that Luke was going to drug her the night of their wedding just proves that forcing her to marry me was the right call. I’m not sure how much she gave me, but it wore off pretty quickly. If she had been given the same dosage I took? She could still be out. Add the fact that I was able to get hard and it tells me everything I need to know—he was going to give her GHB.
Why? Because the villain doesn’t give two shits about the world. All he cares about is the one thing that calms his demons, and that person for me is Lake. If I don’t have her, they take control, and all they know is to destroy.
“Fuck, Lake.” I groan, loving the way she lets me in. She’s so fucking tight that it takes my breath away. Her legs shake as they cling to me, and I lean up, my hand wrapping around her slender neck, and pin her down while I start to fuck her. I’ve never been the kind of guy who wants to make love to his wife, and Lake isn’t the type of woman who wants her husband to go soft. She likes to be pushed to the point it’s painful. Her body comes alive for me when she gives me full control, and I love pushing her to see how far I can take it.
Gavin looks back down at her chart. “Then why is her jaw wired shut?”
Honestly, there’s no safer place for her to be right now. No one fucks with Carnage. Saint, Kashton, and Haidyn keep this place in line.
I lift my face from his shirt, and his baby-blue eyes meet mine. He cups my wet cheek, and his lips gently touch mine in an innocent kiss, but it makes my breath catch. Pulling away, his eyes are back on mine. “I love you, Lake.”
“You’re right,” he states, and my chest tightens. “I didn’t want children”—he moves closer to me, his face now inches from mine—”with just anyone.” I sniff. “But you? You, Laikyn Grace Crawford, are my wife. And you having our child would be the greatest gift in this world.”
“Tyson?” A guy pokes his head into the room. His bright-green eyes go from mine to my husband’s. The man is covered in ink, from his jawline to his knuckles. He wears a long-sleeve T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up, but you can tell there’s more under the material. I’ve never met him, but I know his name is Saint. “We’ve got an issue that needs your attention.”
Going over to Saint’s desk, I plop down in the chair, and the picture on his desk catches my attention. It’s of him, Haidyn, and Kashton with his chosen back when he was a senior. They were all four really close. He loved her more than he loved anything else on this planet. But the Lords had other plans for her. I tried my best to help her, but in the end, I just hurt them all even more. I guess you can say that she’s the one who got away. It turned their lives upside down and into the men they are now. “Still no luck?” I ask.
“That’s a good girl, little darling. I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours until you’re crying big, beautiful tears. Then you’re going to swallow.”
“Good girl.” His hand goes back to his dick, and he slowly strokes it. “Now open wide and cry for me, Lake.”
“I’m going to tie you up like this later, and I’m going to stuff that tight cunt with a vibrator and your ass with a butt plug, and I’m going to sit back and watch you drool all over yourself while you come over and over.”
My eyes drop to the woman once more, and there’s no denying who she is. It’s Whitney! My sister. My dead sister.
“Why did you waste your life?” she repeats, and when I still don’t answer, she adds, “On me.” She turns her back to the altar to face me. “You could have had any woman in the world. Why me?” Her bottom lip starts to tremble at her words, and I hate that I ever let her doubt my intentions. I could treat my wife like my own personal slut but still make her feel loved. I chose to make her fear me and hate me instead. That was so stupid of me. I reach out and cup her soft face.
The first tear runs down her cheek, and I hate how broken it makes her look. She’s so lost and confused. “I wasted the last three years plotting my revenge against your family—how I was going to make them pay, and you know what?” “What?” she growls, trying to pull out of my hold but is unsuccessful. “Every scenario I came up with always brought me back to you,” I say truthfully. “Killing them was too easy. The best revenge is served over and over. Years and years of torture. You were the one thing I could take from them. And you know what I regret the most?” I don’t let her answer. “That I
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“I choose you,” I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the way his eyes devour my chest. He’s starving, and I want to be his offering. I’d willingly be his sacrifice. Make me yours.
“Say your vows, little darling,” he orders roughly. “Remind me that you belong to me.” “I vow.” I manage to get out as my hips hit the Lords’ table. My hands reach out in front of me, needing to hang on to something, but there’s nothing there, so I slap them on the surface. “You vow,” he growls before his teeth sink into my neck, making my breath hitch and my body break out in goose bumps. “We vow,” we both say, and my eyes fall closed as his free hand wraps around my waist and holds me tightly as the ground comes out from underneath me.
“Bleed On Me” softly plays by Daniel Seavey.
His baby-blue eyes briefly meet mine. “Because I’m the Lord who was supposed to kill her.”
Turning a corner, I jump and let out a scream when I run into someone. “I’m so sorry,” I rush out when I see it’s Saint. My eyes drop to the snake tattoos that wrap around his neck, and I rub mine. Just the thought of them makes it hard to breathe as if they’re tightening, cutting off his air. “Lost?” he questions. “I’m, uh … hungry.” I stumble over my words. There were stories that I heard about the Spade brothers over the years. They are what nightmares are made of.
My eyes fall to the tattoo of a woman dressed as a nun on his arm. She’s got a ball gag in her mouth, drool and makeup running down her face and an upside-down cross on her cheek.
My wife could tell me that she wanted to burn the world, and I’d be proud to watch her burn it down to nothing but ashes. In my eyes, she could do no wrong.
“It’s the last warning I’m going to give the world that if you fuck with my wife, you’ll burn in hell.”
Halston
Hartlyn’s
