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Vengeance.

A family of my own.

After everything I’ve survived, my life is finally falling into place…and I can’t contain the absolute carnal pleasure that King’s death is going to bring me.

Time’s up, Monster.

Chapter 41

Maddox

King's naked body is strapped tightly to the same table Raena had me put Doc on a few weeks ago. When we made it down here, Ronan and Dax had already stripped him down, gagged, and restrained him. Raena is still weak from her injuries, but I know she isn’t going to completely sit this one out. The table is a good choice.

“I talked to Snow. The guys are bringing her over now, and Dr. Sterling will be here soon to check your injuries,” Ronan tells Raena as she circles the table slowly like she’s trying to decide where to start. Her face is blank, her go-to ‘Hunter’ expression when she’s trying to protect herself.

“Let us know when they arrive,” I interject when Raena doesn't respond. “We’ll bring her up.” Ronan nods before tapping Dax on the arm and heading back upstairs.

I cross the small distance and stand beside her when she stops next to his feet, looking over his body, head to toe. Leaning in, I brush her hair off her shoulder and whisper in her ear. “You know, if this is too much, you don’t have to be the one to do it. It would be an honor to do this for you, Queen.”

She shivers as my words skate across her bare skin. “I've been waiting so long for this moment. I think I worked myself up in my head, and I don’t know where to start. A part of me wants to make him suffer as long as possible, drag this out, and keep him captive for years, like he did to me.” She leans back into me, her body molding to mine as King struggles against the restraints. “But another part of me wants to cut his cock off and choke him with it, let him bleed to death quickly. He’s stolen so much from me– I don’t want him to steal another second of our lives.”

“Whatever you decide, Angel,” Royal says as he steps up to the table beside us. He slips his hand on her waist, nuzzling the other side of her neck. “This is your call– your kill.”

“We’ll follow your lead, Baby Girl,” Alek says from the other side of the table. King struggles against the restraints, whatever nonsense trying to come out of his mouth muffled by the makeshift gag stuffed inside. But Raena ignores him completely as she comes to a decision.

“He likes to watch…” She starts but trails off before she shakes her head and brings herself back to the moment as she pushes back from the table and starts circling it again. “He liked to sit back and watch his men beat and rape me–he got off on it.” She stops at his head this time, leaning down in his face. “Stand him up.”

Raena walks over to the wall, grabbing a chair and dragging it across the room to sit in front of the table as Royal and I release the latches and tilt the table up, bringing King to an upright position. Our girl sneers at him before going to my tool station, picking up a few things and meeting us back at the table.

She hands a spiked whip to Royal, who takes it from her hand with a deviant smile. “If his dick so much as twitches, lash him,” she says calmly, moving to me and handing me a blade. “Make him watch. Don’t let his eyes close.”

I don’t know what he’s going to watch, but my own dick stirs in my pants at her fierceness. “As you wish.”

“Since you like to watch so much, Monster…” she says, pulling her shirt over her head and letting it drop to the floor. Alek steps forward, kneeling in front of her and unlacing her boots like I did in this very room not long ago. Goddamn it! I might bust in my pants right here where I’m standing.

“Where do you want me, Baby Girl,” Alek asks, his voice low and raspy with need as he pulls her boots off and peels her pants down her legs. He’s not unaffected by our Queen, either.

“Inside me, Daddy.”

Chapter 42

Alek

Inside me, Daddy.

Raena’s words brand themselves into my brain, repeating over and over as I try to comprehend what she’s asking for.

“Baby Girl,” I whisper to her. “You’re still healing. I don’t want to hurt you.”

She doesn’t get annoyed or impatient, and as she looks at me with so much love in her green eyes, it hurts. “If you’re not ready, I won’t push it. But if your only objection is that you might hurt me, I don’t accept that. Do you want me?”

“I’ve wanted you from the first time I laid eyes on you. Wanting you is not the problem. I want you so bad it physically fucking hurts me, Baby Girl.”

“Then it’s settled. I know my body. I know what I can and cannot take. And you…” She trails her fingers teasingly down my chest and abs, slipping them inside my pants. “I can take you.”

“You’re fucking killing me,” I groan, letting her slip my pants down my hips. They bunch at my feet as she nudges me backward to the chair.

“Have a seat, Daddy.” I’m barely aware that we are not alone, and this is a show. I don’t care. I need to be inside her so fucking bad I can’t breathe. My cock jumps when she drops to her knees, wrapping her fingers around my rock-hard length. “Take his gag out so I can hear him scream,” she says over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on my face as she slowly slides her hand up and down. Leaning in, her tongue starts at my taint, laving over my balls– all the way to the tip before she slips my cock between her plump lips. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I hear the first lash of the whip crack through the air and King's pathetic screeching echoes on the walls.

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