Page 37 of Monstrous Grave

The metal pushes against me, making panic take over, yet I can’t resist when he guides it past my folds, easing it inside me with a brutality that’s both painful and pleasant.

“So fucking beautiful. You’ve always been,” he coos, freeing his cock with his other hand.

My eyes bulge at the sight of his hardness, heightened by the piercings that weren’t there before.

As if sensing my question, he chuckles. “Got it a year ago, knowing I’d make you mine again.”

“I’m not yours,” I retort, but my words are silenced when he buries the barrel inside me, making me suck in a sharp breath. I hate myself for enjoying this.

“We know that’s a lie, little sister. Spread your legs,” he commands. “I want to see how your gun slips inside you. Show your brother how much he owns his sister.”

I shouldn’t feel as turned on as I do when I hear him calling us sister and brother, but I am. It’s embarrassing at the same time as it’s arousing.

I gasp when he rotates the gun, causing pleasure unlike anything else. While he strokes his cock, I’m immobilized, too scared and aroused to respond in any way except to enjoy the sensations he compels me to experience.

I shouldn’t allow this. But then he hits a deep spot inside me, and I cry out from the sharp pleasure, black spots dancing in my vision. His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking, biting, marking me for all to see, as if he never left.

“Please stop,” I beg him, but I don’t want him to.

“Please don’t stop? Okay, angel,” he smirks against my mouth, forcing his tongue inside as he continues to fuck me with the gun.

My legs tremble, my body leaning against the tree trunk to keep balance. I curse myself for how quickly this escalated, but as he kisses me in a bruising hold, I’m taken back to the life I once had, the woman I used to be.

He stimulates my clit with one hand while the other holds the gun inside me. The awful realization that the gun is loaded hits me, knowing he could kill me if he pulled the trigger. Yet, I know he wouldn’t.

Tears well in my eyes. I fucking missed him, and I despise that so much it feels as if I might die, but it’s the truth. He angles the gun, bringing me to the edge, prompting a loud moan from me. He groans as he leaves my clit and strokes his cock, muscles tensing.

“Scream louder for me as you come,” he urges, and I comply.

My back arches against the tree, my body strung tight with desperation as he works the gun faster, prolonging the orgasm until I’m begging him to stop. I feel myself squirting, leaving me breathless when he withdraws it from me. Sweat coats his forehead as he works himself to orgasm, releasing all over my stomach. He brings the gun to his lips, licking it clean, and my heart constricts.

He’s so different now, yet still the same Kaiden I knew, and it overwhelms me. My hand traces his cheek, its contours beautifully sharp.

He stiffens at first, the underlying rage gradually subsiding until he relaxes in my hold. I study his eyes, and by the way he responds to my touch, it’s as if he hasn’t been touched in five years. My heart aches when he lets out a satisfied hum.

“I thought you were dead,” I whisper, and he rests his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply as if reveling in my presence.

“I know,” he sighs.

Emotions flood over me—heartbreak, pain, anger, the yearning for death. And then I surrender to the tears, allowing myself to feel something in the presence of another, as I let him hold me while I cry.

Chapter 16

Arcane

The rain taps persistently against the windows, leaving relentless trails as I struggle to process my thoughts as he begins to speak. His voice cuts through the air, yet it’s devoid of remorse or empathy, contrasting with the turmoil within me.

“I can’t tell you I’m sorry because I’m not,” he declares, tone cold and unyielding. I tense, bracing myself for the rest. “I left you and had no choice but to fake my own death because it was necessary for my survival. If I’m dead, there’s no protecting you,” he growls, eyes flashing with a dangerous intensity. “I needed you alive, regardless of the consequences.”

His confession sends a wave of conflicting emotions I cannot make sense of. Anger radiates from him like a searing heat, but beneath it, I sense the torment churning within his heart of stone. His eyes, though cold, flare with lust, and I’m unsure of how to react as I stare at him.

“Louis García revealed I was his blood and expected me to take over the García cartel after my biological brother died. I couldn’t get back to you—his damn associates kept eyes on me at all times.”

His clenched fists betray his emotions, and I recognize the powerlessness he must have felt in that moment. A man so in control, losing it within a day, watching everything fall apart around him.

“Until Lous García died in a gang war,” Viper concludes. “I should thank the criminal world we live in for ridding me of my remaining biological relatives I never even wanted. But now, I finally have you.”

The hardships he’s faced, the grim truth of being thrust into the underworld as an heir to a notorious family—it’s all too much. My heart aches for him, though he’d kill me if I ever admitted that out loud.

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