Page 86 of Cruel Knots

Hatred, desire, and the pangs of an unrequited first love mingle inside me, flaming the rising heat inside me into a raging inferno. Leon’s thick, hard length fills me up, taking over every thought in my mind and shattering them to pieces.

His movements grow more desperate as he plunges into me harder and faster. Hot lashes of pleasure tear through me as my hips rock back against him, keeping in synch with his every thrust.

My core tightens, sending me into that familiar vortex of intense pleasure that eradicates every thought from my head. All I can do is hold onto the bars as he pounds into me, seeking his own climax.

My walls clench around him and I’m suddenly being swept away by the crashing waves of an intense orgasm. Strange noises escape me as I lose all control over myself.

“One more time, Lucia,” Leon groans into my ear and bites my shoulder.

I hold onto the bars as his hard strokes drive me to the edge of another orgasm. My moans soon mingle with his harsh grunts.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he groans. Next moment, he’s gripping my hips in a bruising hold and roaring my name.

His hot seeds explode inside me, filling me to the brim. His massive body trembles against mine as he empties himself.

I turn around, taking in his jubilant expression. His amber eyes gleam as he stares at me and leans in to capture my lips. Wrapping his fingers around my throat, he deepens the kiss, his cock still buried in me.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers. “So beautiful, so tender, and yet, so lethal.”

The intensity of my pleasure fades, reminding me of the presence behind me. Pained groans and whimpers rise all around me, filling my ears. All the heat flowing through me a moment ago vanishes, leaving me feeling cold and drowsy.

When Leon pulls out, I’m quick to kneel down and pull up my trousers.

“You’ve ruined it,” I moan as it slips off my waist as soon as I let go. “Lilja won’t keep offering me her clothes if you destroy them like this.”

He chuckles. “Let me worry about her.”

Grabbing my waist, he pulls me closer and makes a quick knot from the frayed edges of the waistband. It wasn’t a great solution but at least I don’t have to keep holding onto it.

“Do you think the camera captured what happened between us just now?” I whisper, staring at the tripod in the corner.

“Nah, it’s facing toward those bastards,” Leon says, grinning.

“Leon, get me out of here,” I beg him.

“You haven’t seen what I plan to do with the others.”

I shake my head. “They were wrong to betray you and your pack but I can’t stand watching them bleed and sob anymore. Why not give them a quick death and settle the matter?”

“This is the punishment they deserve for betraying us,” Leon repeats. “It also serves as a lesson for everyone else.”

“Why not get someone else to do it for you? Why do you have to go through this mess all alone?”

“Why?” His eyes flash with sudden anger. “You’re asking that, Lucia? Don’t you understand? It’s all because of you. It’s all because we trusted you. I screamed and begged Callum to stop hurting my brother but he never listened. He kept cutting Damien’s face to shreds. There was so much blood. I think he passed out from blood loss alone, but I...I stayed conscious to watch it all.”

My eyes widen as a distant, faraway look descends into his eyes. He’s reliving that awful, horrendous night once again.

“This is the only way I feel in control now,” he says. “Cutting up a man, hearing his screams, watching him bleed, and waiting for the light to leave his eyes. This is the drug that gets me high, Lucia. This is the monster I’ve become. All thanks to you.”

An ache goes through me. Leon is even more messed up than Damien.

“You took this monster inside you, Lucia,” Leon says, his luscious lips curving into a sneer. “I don’t even have to ask you if you liked it. You forgot all about these worthless assholes when I was fucking you.”

I stay silent. Every word he’s saying is true.

His fingers hold my jaw tightly as he leans in for a kiss. Tears seep from my eyes as he thrusts his tongue through my lips. He pours all his bitterness into the kiss, leaving me feeling miserable.

Suddenly, I stop caring about the men hanging on the other side of the cell. Their pain means nothing to me in the face of Leon’s relentless agony. He’s still being haunted by the past.

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