Page 56 of Wicked Revenge

These goddamn pants are in my way. Inching my fingers up the curve of her ass, I dig them into her waistband, swiftly pulling them down to her knees in one motion.

Her glistening pussy is right in my face, and I waste no time burying my nose back into her slit, inhaling her into my lungs before my tongue darts out, licking a line straight to her clit.

“Oh God!”

Her entire body quakes, jolting from the shock of pleasure. Her hands grip onto my hair, trying to hold her pussy to my mouth.

“I’m no God, just a servant on his knees for his bloody queen.”

I plant a soft kiss on her tight little mound, before helping her step out of her leggings and socks. Standing before her, I finger the bottom of her shirt, lifting it over her head. “No bra either huh? You’re just begging me to ravish your tight little body, aren’t you?”

She gives me a smirk, her lust-hazed eyes darker than I’ve ever seen, and I can’t resist taking her plush lips, letting her taste her decadence from mine. I swipe my tongue through her mouth, pushing her taste inside. Pulling back, I watch as her tongue darts out, tasting the sweet cherry pie off her lips.

My eyes drink in every inch of her luscious body. My hands slide up her hips, caressing the curve of her waist up to her perky little breasts. Her nipples harden into pointed buds as I softly glide my thumb across them, her breath comes in harsh pants.

“Please,” she begs.

“Not yet,” I tell her, grabbing her throat, and turning her around so her back is pressed to my front.

I know she can feel my bulge digging in. I want her to know she is not the only one struggling here. My fingers flex on her throat as my other hand slides down her stomach to her scar as my lips go to her ear.

“You gave him the same scar he gave you. Now you’ll watch me give him the rest. He will wear every single mark on your body.”

She nods her head against my chest as I kiss her neck, tasting her skin because I am a fiend, and I will never get enough. I guide her over to Alek and Royal, who stand beside the table holding Doc under his arms to support his weight.

Her dagger is still in his thigh, the blood trickles down his leg all the way to his feet in small little lines. Smart girl. She left it in to keep him from bleeding out too quickly.

The cut on his lower belly is pouring out though. She didn’t hit anything major, his fat stomach protecting his internal organs, preventing them from spilling out on the ground. We need to work fast. The blood loss isn't enough to kill him, but I don’t want him passing out just yet.

I shove the table out of the way, grabbing my phone from my pocket to bring up my digital panel. Everything in this room that could be mechanically operated, I have linked to my phone. There is a stationary panel located on the wall by the entry, but sometimes you just need fingertip access.

I push a button and a large butcher’s hook descends from the ceiling beams right above the drain, the loud wrench whining makes Doc perk up, jerking his head in all directions to figure out where it's coming from with the blindfold stealing his vision.

Once the chain is far enough down, Alek and Royal drag him over in front of it. This double butcher's hook has two curved hooks extending down from it.

Moving around behind them, I take the hook in one hand, placing my other on the doctor's shoulder. One hard shove, his flesh and muscle is pierced with the tips of each hook just under his shoulder blades.

With the push of a button on my phone, the wrench rewinds, pulling the chain taut and digging the hooks deeper beneath his skin and bones, hanging him from the ceiling. Blood pours from the new wounds, dripping down his body onto the floor.

Raena watches as the doctor screams and struggles against the hooks, but his movement just makes it worse for him. He’s a big man, therefore his weight adds to the wounds, pulling at his skin as the blood flows from his body.

I walk over to my table, pulling a few things I think I’ll need from it before placing them on my rolling metal cart and wheeling it back over to my brothers and my girl. I stop in front of Raena.

“Alek, get behind her,” I tell him, and he steps behind her, pulling her back to rest on his chest with his hands splayed flat across her stomach.

“My queen, you’re going to watch me and Royal. Alek is going to touch you, and you are going to tell us everything King did to you as we do it to him.”

“Just King? Or what his men did too? Most of my scars aren’t from King himself.”

Her voice is quiet, almost timid again as my spine stiffens and rage fuels my blood. The more I learn about her past, the more my blood boils. It’s starting to make sense though. That’s why she went after his men first instead of him. I make eye contact with my brothers, both with the same rage in their eyes as I have.

That piece of shit motherfucking cock sucker.

“I want names,” Royal says, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard as he steps in beside me, cradling her cheek in his hand. “I want to know exactly who put each mark on your body. I want to know every single detail. Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t know all the names. Just their faces.” Her eyes are closed, and I can tell the memories of their faces and what they did are tormenting her.

This will be healing for her. She needs this more than we do. This trauma of hers is more than I’d imagined, and I’m an imaginative motherfucker.

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