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I came so hard, I screamed out his name. He powered into me until I felt his cock swell and then the heat of his release as he came inside me. Riot pulled out and yanked my pants up. I turned to face him, clinging to him. It felt as if he’d branded me as his in every way possible. Now, I was his forever.

I glanced down and the victim’s lifeless eyes bore into me, accusing and unforgiving.

Riot took my hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. We walked back toward the mansion, our steps in sync.

“Ready for more?” he asked, his lips curving into a sinister smile that promised untold horrors and ecstasies.

“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.” My voice was steady. Together we moved through Raven’s Vale, the town that belonged to the monster beside me and his two brothers in chaos. The world he’d painted in shades of red, and now shared with me.

Riot opened the door, and it groaned on its hinges. I stepped inside with Riot right on my heels.

“Welcome home,” he said.

Yes. Home. There was no turning back now. Maybe there had never been a chance of surviving any other way. My hands were as stained as his, my soul just as tainted.

The foyer’s dim light flickered across his face, casting half of it in eerie shadow while the other half basked in a sinister glow. It was the perfect metaphor for the man himself -- a creature of duality, both guardian and destroyer.

“Feels right, doesn’t it?” he murmured, closing the distance between us with predatory grace.

“Like I was always meant to be here,” I admitted, my words raw with the truth of them.

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “That’s because you were, Hollis. You’re one of us now.”

His thumb trailed along the inside of my wrist, tracing the pulse that hammered there. I already wanted him again.

“Us,” I echoed, the word branding itself upon my very being. In this place, bound to this man, I was reborn -- a monster just like him, forged in blood and bound by desire.

Riot lifted me into his arms and carried me to our room. He kicked the door shut behind us and went straight to the adjoining bath. He eased me down, and I started to strip off my clothes while he turned on the shower. He removed his clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and stepped under the spray, holding out his hand to beckon me.

Joining him, I let Riot wash away the blood. Never had I felt closer to someone. I couldn’t help but revel in the power he held over me. It was intoxicating, and my body craved more of his dominance.

Riot took control, pushing me against the wall and thrusting deep inside me. I whimpered in pleasure as he used my body for his own satisfaction, refusing to let me climax until he was ready.

We moved from the wall to the bed where he pinned me down beneath him, his rough hands tracing patterns on my skin that left goose bumps in their wake. He whispered dirty words into my ear.

“My filthy little whore. You like what I do to you, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to lie to him.

“You’re mine, Hollis. Every fucking inch of you to do with as I please.”

“Yes, yours!”

He growled in approval when I writhed under him, begging for more. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me down as he took me harder and faster than ever before.

I bit my lip to stifle the moans escaping my throat, feeling embarrassingly turned on by his rough handling. The room spun around me in a haze of lust. It was clear we were both lost in this twisted world of desire -- a world where boundaries no longer existed, and pleasure knew no limits.

Through it all, there was one constant thought running through my mind: I never want this to end.

Chapter Nine

Hollis

The key turned in the lock, echoing through the dimly lit secret chamber. I glanced around at the shelves, lined with dust-covered journals and mementos collected from a life of violence and darkness. This was Riot’s world, and he had brought me deep into its twisted heart.

“Riot, why did you lock the door?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady as claustrophobia crept into my chest. I needed an escape plan if things took a turn for the worse. It was hard to trust anyone in Raven’s Vale, especially a man like Riot Tredway.

“Because, Hollis,” he said, his voice low and menacing as he walked toward one of the bookshelves, “I’m about to show you something no one else has ever seen.”

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