Page 23 of Wicked Vengeance

“Awe. You could've at least let a girl finish,” I pout at him when he slings me onto the bed, my blood-soaked body staining his pretty white sheets. I swear I see the blood vessels popping in his evil eyes as he crawls on top of me, the dagger nowhere to be seen. “Maybe that’s why you don’t have anyone warming your bed at night. I mean, your dick isn’t doing you any favors, but you could at least learn to get a woman off.”

“You look real smug for someone who just killed the only lead I had on our missing daughter.”

Oh my god.

That means…

They found her.

I lock down my excitement, keeping my voice monotone. If the guys have her, he clearly doesn’t know it. I won’t risk her or them.

“Our daughter is dead, King. You killed her, remember?.”

“Oh, you didn’t know? I lied. And your cunt mother knew something about that, but dead bitches can’t talk. Looks like you are the one responsible for killing our daughter,” he tries to taunt me, but I know the truth. He will never see my daughter again.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Wanting something so badly, yet you just can’t get it.” I let a cruel smile slither over my face, staring into the eyes of the Monster who no longer holds any power over me.

I see the moment he snaps. His eyes burst into a shade of black that I imagine is only found in hell. His fist hits me with the force of his entire body, jerking to press the side of my face into the pillow as he spits on my cheek, rubbing it in and pinning me down.

“You’ve forgotten your place here. Let me remind you.” He grits through clenched teeth, spreading my legs and forcing himself between them. “It’s beneath me.”

Using his body weight and hand on my throbbing face to hold me in place, but I don’t need to see to know what he intends to do. My breath punches in and out beneath his heavy hand as panic climbs up my throat, but I shut it down. Knowing that he wants my fear, my panic, my fight– that he feeds on it like a drug– makes the air leave my lungs steadily. My body sags into the pillowy mattress, offering him no resistance as he rapes me. I won’t hand over my power to him on a silver platter like last time. If he wants my fight, it’s to the death. Imagining his death distracts me from his mediocre cock slamming into me, making my body jostle with the force.

“You cost me an heir,” he grunts, letting go of my face. I see it coming, but I don’t move, staring at him with dead eyes. His punch to my jaw makes pain burst as the skin splits beneath his anger. Copper fills my mouth, mixing with my saliva. His fingers dig into my aching jaw, holding me in place as he spews his threats. “Don’t worry, we’ll make another one.”

The fuck we will.

The sinister smirk I give him grants me more violence, his fist savagely connecting with my ribs this time. Pain explodes into my chest, and I know he’s broken at least one. I bite the inside cheek to keep from crying out, making more blood pool on my tongue and coat my teeth.

Giving him a feral grin, I rear back and spit into his face.

“You can fuck me until I’m dead, Monster. I’ll never give you what you want.”

The fury he unleashes on me hurts like a fucking bitch, punching me wherever he can reach. I refuse to cry, but he does manage to rip a scream from my throat when he flips me over. I don’t see it, but the blade slices through my skin like butter.

I don’t know how many new scars I’ll have, but when he’s satisfied, the blade disappears again, and his hands circle my throat. He lifts me from the bed and squeezes until I’m sure he’s crushing my windpipe. Black spots dot my vision as searing pain rips me apart, his cock slamming into my ass without warning, granting his wish and making me cry out in agony.

I feel myself tearing, my blood coating his dick to assist in his assault. He drops his weight on me, trading his hands for the crook of his arm, squeezing off my air with how tight he holds onto me as he thrusts into me like the beast he is. The material of his shirt rubs against the open wounds on my back, pain blinding me for a moment as I try to suck in a breath he won’t allow.

“That’s it, Little Wolf. Scream for me. Beg me. Let me taste your fucking tears. You’re mine. And you will give me what I want.”

His breath is hot against my ear as he punishes me. There’s no pleasure for me to take from this. I can’t help the scream I give him, making me sick to my stomach. Bile rises in my throat as defeat tries to drown me. I don’t want to give him a goddamn thing. I want to rip his fucking head from his body. Fuck him with his own dick. Use that pear thing Maddox showed me, stretching him until I rip his intestines out through his ass.

Rage fills me, helping me get control of myself, tampering down the pain and anxiety that consumes me. The images of all the ways the Shadows and I will make him suffer fill me with enough calm to quiet the panic running through me as he pulls out of my ass and thrusts into my pussy again.

“You’ll give me another heir. Even if I have to stuff your cunt so full of my seed every day, it creeps up your fucking throat and spills between your pretty lips!” He roars as he releases inside me, his thrusts stuttering as he finds his pleasure in my pain. He holds himself in place as his cock continues pumping into my womb. Too fucking bad it’s useless now.

No man will ever take that choice away from me again.

“Give it your best shot, Monster.” The words leave my mouth in a grunt, his weight and arm tightening against my throat again, making it hard to pull in enough oxygen to speak. Black spots form once more as I quickly lose the battle with consciousness, with his last words barely registering.

“Welcome home, Little Wolf.”

Chapter 18

Royal

Last night was a fucking bust. The warehouse was empty, with no sign of anyone around for miles. We found evidence of someone being tied to a chair and found Raena’s beautiful red strands littering around. We know she was there. But we have no idea where she could be now. Where would King move her?

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