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It could be the drugs still lingering in her system, but I think the void behind her eyes has more to do with what she just did to her mom. I remember watching the footage of her killing my guard when she escaped. She had the same dead look in her eyes then. She’s checked out. But lucky for her, I know just how to bring her back to me.

“Little Wolf,” I growl, snatching her hair and dragging her to stand before me, her feet slipping in the blood before I grip her shoulders to steady her. She doesn’t respond to my voice or my hands on her body.

This won’t do.

I’ve seen her try to sink into her head before when she didn’t want to be present for our time together, but she should know by now I won’t allow her to disappear, not when she is finally back with me. I have not even begun to implement her punishment. But we have more pressing matters to deal with right now. Like the fact that she just killed my only lead to finding my heir– our daughter. She doesn’t know she’s still alive, so maybe that knowledge will bring her back.

The harsh crack of my rough palm connecting with her face echoes through the room and a flicker of awareness twinkles in her emerald eyes.

“Wake the fuck up, Little Wolf,” I snarl, anger overtaking me again when the flicker dies as quickly as it appears. Three more hits to the face, and finally, her eyes light up with fury.

I’ll take it– and smother it.

Lurching forward, I grip her throat and spin her around, pressing her back into my front and pinning her arms down with my free arm.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” I ask, snarling into her ear as she takes in the carnage she just bestowed upon her mother.

“Cut the strings off your little puppet?” Her voice holds no emotion, as if she’s telling me about the weather and not the fact that she just ripped her mother’s heart out and stabbed her to death. Her cold indifference pisses me off. I need her to fight me so I can snuff the defiance out by the root. My hand tightens around her throat, and she doesn’t so much as breathe heavily. She should be clawing at my arms to grant her permission to breathe the same air as me. When she refuses to let her fight-or-flight instincts kick in, I relent.

Deciding I need to take a different route to break through the walls she’s built around her psyche, I renew my grip on her throat to hold her in place and snake my other hand down to her cunt. Smearing the blood into her slit for lube, I ignore her swollen clit and plunge two fingers into her. I can feel the come that I filled her with earlier. The remnants of what dripped out of her have dried and feel crusty against my bloody hand. When I push deeper inside, more squishes out around my digits, the vulgar squelching is the only sound to be heard.

“Have you let another man touch you since you left me?” I ask when she just stands there, a blank mask cast over her features. This seems to perk her up, a wicked smirk gracing her lips before she opens them to speak.

“Maybe you should ask your sons.”

Chapter 17

Raena

The second the words pass my lips, I regret them.

He didn’t have anything connecting me to his sons before now, no reason to suspect they’ve been helping me hide. I’ve put them in danger, but I can’t take them back now. The words are out there, and they have the intended effect.

King's hand tightens around my throat to completely cut off my oxygen, making me dizzy as black spots dot my vision. But I refuse to react to his antics. He’s already shown his hand, and I called his bluff. He won’t kill me. Not yet, anyway. No. For whatever fucked up reasoning he has, he wants me alive. I just have to survive long enough to kill him… or get rescued.

When he slapped me out of my trance, and I saw the state of my mother, I felt nothing. My mind might be blocking it out to protect me, but honestly, I don’t think I care enough to be bothered. She was a piece of shit who deserved much worse than she got. I wish I could have prolonged her demise– taken her back to Maddox’s playroom and spent some quality time with her.

“What the fuck did you just say?” King growls, and his grip on my windpipe releases enough for air to flow through and alleviate my seizing lungs, and I know it’s only because he expects an answer. One I will not grant him. I’ve already fucked up enough, letting that information slip in the first place. It won’t happen again.

“You’ve been fucking my sons?” He bellows in my ear, his fingers popping free from their assault. He bends down, picking up something from the floor. When he slams something hard into me, I don’t have to look to know, but my eyes drift there on their own. The silver blade, still glistening with my mother’s blood, protrudes from my pussy.

He grips the blade on the dull side, and all I can think about is how my Shadows willingly sliced into their hands to make their vow to me– to bind us together in blood. Then there’s the big bad Kingston Wolfe, who’s too scared to cut himself to be any real threat to me.

What a pussy.

“Careful now. Wouldn’t want to cut yourself trying to make a point,” I say, grinding down on the knife and letting it disappear further inside me.

“The only one who will be bleeding tonight is you, Little Wolf,” he spits against my hair, slamming the handle into me in harsh thrusts.

I hope he chops off his fingers so I can shove them up his ass.

I keep my mouth shut and allow myself to get lost in the feeling– blocking out the guilt and shame I should feel right now. Any pleasure I get from this is because I took it from him. I won’t give him a goddamn thing. He can’t use my body against me this time. I won’t allow it. Plus, I know he doesn't want me to enjoy this. No, he gets off on inflicting pain and hearing me beg him to stop. I’d rather eat a box of nails.

When I let an exaggerated moan pass my lips, he jerks the blade free with a pop, growling in my ear.

“You don’t get to fucking enjoy this, whore.”

He twists me to face him, holding the blade to my throat this time, snatching my hair at the root, and dragging me to the bed. His face is contorted in anger, and a smirk creeps up my lips, further pissing him off.

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