Page 55 of Wicked Revenge

“What do you mean? Save both?” Royal asks, confusion on his perfect face.

My heart races so fast, I’m scared it's going to give out. This is it. My stomach bottoms out thinking about all the questions they are going to ask when we are done here. I can’t avoid it any longer though. If I want them to understand why I’m so scared, they need to know this.

“He’s talking about my baby.” Just speaking about my precious angel causes my hand to white knuckle the blade I’m holding, digging it in a little deeper. “He cut my baby out of me while I screamed and begged him to stop. Just. Like. This.”

I drag the blade across his flabby stomach, hip to hip. His entire body jerks against his restraints, shaking so hard the incision is jagged across his lower abdomen. Just like mine.

“The pain was so unbearable, I passed out before he was done. I thought I died strapped to that table. I was afraid I would never get to hear their first cry or hold them.” My tears flow freely down my face as I drop the scalpel onto the floor.

I want to fall to my knees at the pain in my chest at the memory of what he did that day. I didn’t die. I survived to live in captivity another year before I escaped. But the memory of the excruciating pain threatens to consume me.

Pulling myself together, I finally open my eyes to see the guys staring at me with a mix of sorrow, rage, and… Awe? Love, maybe? The emotion is hard to name.

This thing between us has moved at lightning speed, but I don’t know if we are at love yet. But even as the thought enters my mind, I know. I love them. They give me strength when I am weak. They take my broken pieces and put me back together. I've never been in love, but I know I love each of them.

The realization gives me the strength to keep going. To finish this. My spine stiffens, making my stance strong and unwavering. My eyes find Maddox, his body radiating manic, psychotic energy.

“I need you.”

He steps forward, closing the distance between us in one stride. His body is practically vibrating in front of me.

“Whatever you need,” he states as he puts his hands on my hips. I can feel his energy transferring into my body.

“Do your worst, Maddie baby.”

Chapter 30

The second the words leave her lips, adrenaline and endorphins rush through me like a junkie shooting up for the first time.

Fuck yes. Put me in, Coach!

“We do this together,” I tell her, leaning down to whisper my next words. “By the time we’re done with him, I’ll have your entire body painted red with his blood.”

A shiver runs through her at the image it invokes, and I know without a doubt my words turn her on.

My girl likes blood. Good thing, too, because I’m not fucking around.

“Blindfold him and get him up,” I growl at my brothers, but I don’t look back at them.

My eyes are firmly on my girl in front of me. Her pupils are blown wide-open. She is so much more than I realized.

She’s a fucking queen.

Blood drips down her fingertips resting at her sides. I take each of her hands in mine, bringing them to my face, smearing the blood on like war paint. Bringing my eyes back to hers, locking on the deep evergreen color that has darkened with her own endorphins and desires running rampant through her.

My eyes stay on hers as I drop to my knees in front of my bloody queen, and begin unlacing her knee-high boots. She lifts it up, planting the tip of her boot in the center of my chest.

Her breath catches in her lungs when I trail my fingers up her thigh once I’ve undone her laces. I stop just before her delectable pussy, then move slowly back down to pull them off. She is so turned on I can smell her sweet essence through her pants.

I almost lost my shit when she informed me she didn’t have any panties on earlier. Once the first boot is off, I repeat the same actions with the other.

Planting both feet back on the ground, I bring both of my hands through the apex of her thighs, gripping onto her ass and jerking her forward, bringing her pussy right to my face, taking in a deep breath.

I’m a slave to her sweet cherry smell. It drives me mad and my stone hard cock punches at the seam of my pants, trying to unleash itself on my bloody queen.

Not yet.

I trace my nose down her slit, invoking a gasp that turns into a soft moan on my way back up as I nudge her clit, rubbing my face into her pussy.

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