Page 85 of Darkest Sin

Killian raises the power drill, giving it a test as he pulls the lever. The sound reverberates off the walls, sending a chill down my spine, and yet I find myself eagerly watching, anticipating how this will go down.

“Cousin,” Sergiu warns. “Don’t do this. I can be better.”

Killian tunes out his desperate pleas, and not a moment later, he presses the drill against Sergiu’s ribs and pulls the lever. Sergiu roars in agony as the drill effortlessly cuts through his flesh and down to the bone. I cringe, unable to imagine the pain as the sound of crunching bone fills the air.

I hear the exact moment Killian punctures his lung, and only then does he pull back on the drill. I expect him to put the drill down and pick another tool, but he doesn’t. He just picks a new spot and goes again.

And again.

And again.

Thirty-six times.

One for every time I screamed for Ezekiel and his men to stop. One for each agonizing plea torn from the throat of a helpless woman. And now, he gets to feel just a fraction of the hell I endured.

This drill is for me, and once Killian is through with it, he places it back on the table, right where he found it. He switches it out for a machete, and as the blade catches in the light, I know that what comes next . . . This is for him.

37

CHIARA

Two hours we spend in the small torture chamber at the very bottom of the underground mansion, and when Sergiu dangles lifelessly from the suspended chains, Killian finally turns to face me. He’s covered head to toe in Sergiu’s blood, but all I see is him.

His chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, and it’s clear he’s on the edge. Yet despite everything he just did to a man he called family for so long, despite the rush of guilt and unease no doubt pulsing through his body, he’s looking at me, silently asking if I’m okay.

He’s selfless.

Incredible.

Absolutely everything I’ve ever needed.

And without question, I cross to him, throwing myself into his blood-soaked arms as the machete clatters to the ground behind me. My lips fuse to his with a deep desperation as he cradles the back of my head. Sergiu’s blood smears across my body, but all that matters is Killian. All that matters is holding him tighter than I ever have before.

His tongue plunges into my mouth, warring with mine for dominance, but where Killian is concerned, he will always have the upper hand. The hunger intensifies within me and before I know it, I’m held within his strong arms as my legs lock around his waist.

“God, I have to have you,” I groan against his lips.

“Are you sure, Angel?” he grunts, the hesitation in his tone coming in thick and hard. He doesn’t want to stop, but if I’m not ready for this, if it’s too soon, he’ll stop.

“I’m sure,” I pant. “I need you to remind me how much I love sex. Make me feel, Killian, but fuck, I need to know I’m in control. Don’t take my control.”

“You’ve always been in control,” he tells me, dropping to his knees in the pool of blood marring the pristine marble tiles. “Since the very first time. Always you.”

Killian pulls me to my knees, whipping me around so that his chest is flush against my back and when he grabs handfuls of my silk gown and tears it off my body, I shudder, unable to wait a moment longer to feel him inside of me.

I’m fucking drenched, and while a part of me is nervous about how this is going to go, that he’s going to touch me and I’m going to shut down, he’s always known exactly what I need. He’s always read my body and the signals I give off better than I know my own mind, and I trust him to do that now.

His hands roam over my blood-soaked body, setting my skin alight, and when his lips fall to my neck, working over my sensitive skin, I can’t help the desperate groan that rumbles from deep in my chest.

My hand closes over his, and our fingers entwine as he roams over my body. It’s like he’s committing every last curve to memory. His cock grinds against my ass, and there’s no doubting how big he is. He’s starved of my touch, his desperation just as powerful as mine, and I can’t resist reaching behind me and quickly working his belt.

Killian helps me to free his cock, and the moment his heavy shaft lands in the palm of my hand, I curl my fingers around him and start working up and down. My thumb circles his tip, feeling the small bead of moisture there, and every part of me wants to lap it up, but I won’t dare take my hand off him.

He shudders behind me, his body becoming weak beneath my touch, and it’s the most powerful thing I’ve ever done. Bringing a man like Killian DeLorenzo to his knees will always be my greatest achievement.

Killian groans, and the sound spurs me on, feeding my hunger in a way only he ever could, and when his hand trails down my waist and into the front of my thong, I crumble beneath him.

His skilled fingers push between my folds and instantly circle my clit, making my hips jolt. He doesn’t dare stop as his lips continue working my neck, and I close my eyes, tip my head back against his wide chest, and let the intense pleasure rock through me.

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