Page 51 of Wicked Vengeance

“What. Happened?” He growls, his eyes scanning the room for threats that aren’t here. They land on the tears streaming down my face, and the pain on his breaks me even more.

“She’s asking for you,” Royal tells him, sliding me onto the bed and going over to Alek. “Help her, man. Please.”

Alek steps around him, clapping him on the shoulder as Royal leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

“I’ve got you, Baby Girl. What’s wrong?” Alek asks as he plants a knee on the bed and picks me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist, and my arms cling to his neck like a lifeline.

I can’t seem to slow my breathing down enough to tell him what’s wrong, my hands kneading in his shirt before I snatch it to the side, sinking my teeth into his tattooed shoulder.

“Oh shit!” he curses, grabbing the back of my thighs and holding me tighter to him.

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t–” I gasp, pulling back in horror at the mark I made on his flesh.

“It’s okay, Baby Girl. You’re emotionally overstimulated, Raena.” Alek explains, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Do you trust me?”

“Ye-yes,” I whisper into his neck,

“Get on your knees. On the floor.” His voice goes impossibly deeper, jolting my panicked system into submission. My body slides down his, my knees hitting the floor with a thud. “Good girl.”

His hand slips inside his sweatpants, pulling out his thick, heavy cock. My tongue darts out instinctively, dragging across my bottom lip. “Ahhh. You’re killing me, Baby Girl,” Alek groans. “As much as I would love it to be, this isn’t sexual. You’re so overstimulated you’re seeking comfort, like a child who needs to be soothed and pacified when they're upset. So… that’s what we’re going to do.”

“I don’t understand.” I’m not entirely sure I understand anything he just said. My brain is on overdrive, skimming the information for keywords and latching onto one. “Pacify?”

“Just trust me. Open your mouth.” My mouth drops open, and he slips inside, stretching my lips to accommodate his size but stopping before he hits the back of my throat. I feel– full but not choked. “Now, take deep breaths through your nose, and just feel the weight of me on your tongue. Relax into me and just breathe.”

His massive hand slides over my hair, the heaviness of it pinning me to his thigh and grounding me. A part of me wants to hate this, holding his cock in my mouth while he pets me like a dog at his feet, begging for scraps of attention. But I don't. I don’t hate it at all.

I’m not sucking his cock in a sexual way– more suckling the tip for comfort. And it’s actually fucking working. My breathing and heart rate begin to slow down, my body relaxing as my hands knead into his bare stomach and thigh.

The amount of self-control it must be taking him to keep his hips still and not drive his cock into my throat for his own pleasure does not escape me. Nor do his tensing muscles and muted grunts. It just makes me love him more.

I don’t know how long we stay like this– it could have been minutes or hours. At some point, I finally release his cock from my mouth. My entire body is relaxed. I feel sleepy and boneless. My eyes barely crack open when Alek pulls me from the floor and lays me down on top of him.

“Sleep, Baby Girl. No one’s going to hurt you. I’ll watch over you,” He whispers into my hair, stroking my braid and down my arms softly.

Sleep takes me under too swiftly for it to register that my other men are still not in the room with me anymore.

Chapter 36

Royal

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. But if it keeps my family safe, that’s all that matters to me. Regardless of how pissed they are going to be at me.

I guess if I fail, I don’t have to deal with the repercussions. And if I succeed, I hope they’ll be too happy to be too pissed.

Don’t die. Don’t die. Don’t die.

The house comes into view as I reach the edge of the woodline. Light from the porch and windows spill into the small yard, not quite reaching the forest. It’s a far cry from the house we burned to the ground, with the missing shutters and collapsing front porch. I don’t imagine the inside looks any better.

Watching and waiting, I try to spot any guards patrolling the area, but there’s no one out here. It can’t be this easy, right? I’d think the intel Jackson gave us was bad if the three SUVs that we saw leaving King’s mansion weren’t parked in the driveway.

He’s fucking here.

And he’s not alone. Of course, it would be too easy to just get inside and put a bullet in his skull and be done with it. But if I wanted it easy, I would have waited for the rest of my people to wake up and leave with me.

Creeping through the yard, my boots squelch into the soggy grass. Rain still drizzles from the sky, reflecting the dreary mood of what I’m about to do.

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