Page 52 of Monstrous Grave

“Call it what you want, darling. It takes one to know one.”

He winks before his fingers move in and out of me, and I can’t help but gasp.

Tension crackles in the air between us, charged with electricity, as he leans in and captures my lips. Lust overwhelms me when he suddenly grabs the bloodied knife from my hand, using it to cut through the fabric of my panties, leaving me all naked and vulnerable amidst the chaos around us. Alec’s and Benjamin’s lifeless bodies still hang from the ceiling, and Viper cuts them down.

The next thing I know, he binds me to the ceiling, his hardness pressing against my backside. He growls, and my heart races as I struggle against the restraints. Fear and excitement mingle in me, making me breathless as desire pools between my legs, wetness trickling down my thighs.

“What are you doing?” I manage to breathe out.

He merely chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves, sending shivers down my spine.

I hear the unmistakable sound of his belt unbuckling, dragging his hand over my naked body, painting it like a canvas with the blood of those who betrayed me. Viper teases my entrance with his two piercings, his breaths uneven as I’m forced to stand on my tiptoes, blood pooling beneath me on the floor. My bare feet are drenched.

It’s a mixture of wrong and fucked up, but I can’t seem to find it in me to care. Fuck them all.

Without another second to spare, he thrusts into me, evoking a scream of pleasure as I clench around him.

“Hmm, I wonder what happens if I do this…” he muses, retrieving lube from his pocket—he planned this, no doubt. I watch as he slathers the knife’s handle with lubricant before lining it up against my ass.

“Breathe for me,” he whispers in my ear, letting me feel the handle of the knife. “Relax, my little sinful angel.”

I do, and he gently guides it inside my ass, causing a guttural moan as my eyes roll back in ecstasy. He holds the handle there, the knife’s blade cutting into his hand, adding slickness as he continues to drive into me. Harder and faster, until I’m screaming his name, surrounded by the gore around us. He fucks me in a brutal way that shows his emotions in the only way he can.

“Are you attempting to make me come with the thought of my brother’s cum dripping from my legs?” I tease him, and he growls, squeezing my neck with his free hand to assert dominance and intensify his thrusts.

“I’m not attempting to do anything. I’m fucking succeeding, and you’re loving every second of it, you dripping, gorgeous slut.”

My air is cut off as my inner walls clench around his pierced length, waves of pleasure shooting through me. My wrists throb from days of torment and captivity, yet I realize now that this is his way of helping me heal—replacing the bad memories with new, better ones.

He drives me to the point of climax until he finds release, too, grunting out my name like a prayer meant for the devil. I’m breathless as he withdraws, his cum trickling down my leg in a forbidden cascade. He easily unties my wrists, steadying my body to prevent me from slipping on the blood before ensuring our eyes lock.

It feels as if a vise squeezes my heart with the words lingering on the tip of my tongue, demanding to be released no matter the consequences. Without allowing him to say anything, I lay my heart bare.

“I-I think I love you,” I confess, the words tumbling out hesitantly.

He stiffens as if grappling with disbelief. It takes him a moment to respond. The short laugh escaping him is one I didn’t expect.

“No one can love me,” he states matter-of-factly, yet his eyes betray a vulnerability, a doubt about what love truly means. Neither of us is familiar with such emotions.

“I’ve fallen for you,” I insist, and he hesitates, searching my eyes for the truth in my words.

And I know that even if he doesn’t say it back, he feels it too, in his own twisted way.

“I can’t give you a fairy tale. I’m not the kind to shower you with chocolates and flowers,” he begins, and I’m about to protest, confusion knitting my brows. “I can’t say I love you because I don’t even know what love is.”

He pauses, letting his words sink in. My heart beats rapidly inside my rib cage, nerves eating me from the inside.

“But what I can give you is forever because I’m so goddamned obsessed with you,” he finishes with a loud sigh.

His gaze pierces mine, and a swell of emotions threatens to overwhelm me. It’s the closest thing to affection he can offer, and strangely, I’m okay with that. Because not everyone can feel love, but that doesn’t mean they don’t deserve to be loved.

“Then take me. Forever. I’m yours,” I declare, admitting it out loud, fully aware of the gravity of my words.

I never wanted to admit it as a young adult, but deep down, I guess I’ve always known there’s no escaping him. And truthfully, I don’t want to.

He smiles, a beautiful one that shatters the barriers around my heart, leaving me utterly exposed.

As he takes in the scene around us—two bodies strewn about, blood pooling, and the clock striking midnight—he leans in close to my ears.

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