Page 44 of Wicked Vengeance

When he stands there completely naked, Raena circles him slowly, trailing her finger along his arms, chest, and back as she goes. His pierced dick is definitely on board with whatever she has planned as it jerks and responds to her delicate touch.

In the back of my mind, I’m worried it’s too soon for her to be doing anything sexual after the trauma she so recently went through…again. But if this is what she needs to heal, she can use our bodies in whatever way she wants. I know better than to tell a woman she’s wrong for doing what she needs to do to dig herself out of a trauma hole.

No, this is how she’s taking back the power they stole from her. She’s in charge, and she fucking knows it. I’ve never seen anything sexier.

“Do you remember telling me you were going to paint my body with the blood of our enemies?” She asks, standing behind him in her power position.

“I did say that.” His throat bobs in anticipation, waiting to see what she does.

She walks away, going to the shelf Maddox laid out his ‘tools’ on. She picks up a dagger, running her finger along the blade as she walks back to stand in front of him once more. When she turns to Jackson, she drags the blade down diagonally across his chest, starting at his left shoulder and ending at his right hip.

Her mark.

Jackson’s eyes immediately pop open, with his muffled scream following after. She ignores him as she repeats the mark on the opposite side, crafting her signature 'X' on his skin.

His smothered screams and cries around his gag still fill the tiny space, no doubt spilling out for our men to hear. But she doesn’t pay him a bit of attention as she slips the blade into her waistband and coats her tiny hands in the blood as it runs down his torso. She turns back to Maddox with a devilish, sexy smile. “I’ll go first.”

She smears the blood across his tattooed chest, down his abs, reaching back for more as she needs to. Jackson’s wide eyes dart around between the four of us, begging for a reprieve he won’t get. I don’t have a single fuck to give him. My dick’s about to bust out of my pants and plead its own case with her for a little bit of the attention she’s giving my brother.

When her dainty hand wraps around his cock, coating it in blood, I almost come on the spot. “Goddamn, Angel,” I curse under my breath, gripping myself tightly to gather even a semblance of control over my own cock. Out of the corner of my eye, Alek’s adjusting himself as well.

We’re so fucked for this girl.

No one utters a single word while she finishes painting Maddox’s entire upper body with Jackson’s blood. When she’s deemed it good enough, she steps back, eyeing her masterpiece with desire that very well might set us all ablaze.

Maddox looks like she did when we rescued her–he looks every bit the feral psycho we know and love, and the shit-eating grin he’s sporting tells me he’s right in his element.

“Your turn,” she says, handing the blade to Maddox and spinning a whimpering Jackson around on his chains to face away from them. “Paint me red, little psycho.”

Her nickname has his already face-splitting grin widening impossibly bigger. “As you wish, my Bloody Cherry,” he says, taking the blade and slicing into Jackson’s back with ease. The skin splits on contact, spilling more paint for their little art project.

If she gets naked, this little Q and A is going to be over before we even get started. Tapping Alek on the arm, I turn to him. “Let’s let them have their time. We need to go check in with the others.”

“Come on, Royal. It’s just about to get good,” he groans, looking like I just kicked his puppy. But he knows I’m right. He will get his time with our girl, just like he let me have mine. “Ugh! Fine. But I don’t want to hear shit when I steal her away from you the next time you try to get your dick wet.”

I’ve never seen Alek act like this, and it’s hilarious. He’s always so put together and calm. Who knew this little fireball could undo him so well?

Before Raena can pull her tank top over her head, I step in front of her, wrapping my hand around her delicate throat and capturing her lips with mine in a kiss that tells her exactly what she does to me. I can feel her pulse thundering beneath my fingers like a hummingbird's wings beating a mile a minute. When I pull away, both of us are breathless, and her emerald eyes are hazy with lust. “We’ll be right outside, Angel. Take your time.”

“Wait, you’re leaving?” She rushes, gripping onto my arm as the haze in her eyes clears, and panic rushes forward. If it’s possible, her pulse increases to an alarming rate, and her breath comes in pants that have nothing to do with how I just kissed her.

“No. Not leaving. Just giving you and Maddox some time together. We’ll be right outside the shed if you need us. I promise.” I say, gripping her throat tighter, not enough to cut off her oxygen but enough to bring her heart rate back down to an acceptable rhythm. “Is that okay, Angel?”

“Um–uh…y-yes.” She clears her throat and takes a deep, measured breath, blowing it out slowly to calm herself. “I’m okay. Thank you. That’s okay.”

She’s still a little breathless when I slowly unwrap my fingers from around her throat and tuck a stray curl behind her ear. I lean down, bringing my mouth to her ear and sucking the lobe in my mouth. She tastes so fucking good that it takes everything in me not to take her right here, right now. “That’s my good girl. Maddox needs this just as much as you. Just yell if you need us.”

Stepping back with monumental effort, I tug Alek behind me by the arm, and he walks backwards the entire way out the door, unable to tear his eyes away from our girl until I shut the door behind us.

“Come on, Daddy. You’ll get your turn soon.”

Chapter 31

Raena

The door shuts behind Royal as he drags Alek out, leaving me and a naked Maddox alone with a pathetic rapist strung up to the ceiling. I’m still trying to catch my breath and call my soul back to my body after that kiss. If I were wearing panties, they would already be ruined. I was already turned on from playing with Maddox and the blood, but goddamn, that kiss.

“I can tell by the ‘fuck me’ glaze in your eyes right now you need a minute to land back on this planet,” Maddox laughs, smearing more blood over his hands from Jackson’s back. “It’s okay. Trust me, that man turns even the best of us inside out with his ‘big dick Dom energy.’”

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