Page 37 of The Book of Wrath

I watch silent tears fall down his cheeks, “Did those women and children cry when you hurt them? Did they cry when you took them from their families?” I slam the pliers into his hand, that made him scream. “Fuck. You.”

“Hurry up Ripper, I want to go home,” Max says from behind me. Fine, I grab the melon baller and corkscrew and go straight for his eyes. I drive the small end of the melon baller into his right eye, stabbing the left with the corkscrew. I heard gagging coming from the other side of me and I knew Ryan was puking. Good. The fucker needed to know that he was in a room with some very dangerous, rage fueled alphas and he was the beta bitch.

As I yank the corkscrew out of Roy’s eye, the satisfying pop sound of the eye removing from the socket made me smile. Next was scooping out the other eye, another satisfying popping sound echoed off the walls. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t realize Roy was screaming in pain.

Oops.

I made quick work of cutting the optic nerves and placing the eyes in a jar on the tray. Last thing I had to do was remove his fingerprints then I could finish him off. Max said to make it quick, to I guess it’s sander time. I grab the sander from under the cart, I hear more vomiting from my left and choose to just ignore it. Fuck it.

I turn on the sander and hold it to the palms of Roy’s hands, one at a time. Blood and skin cover the sander in a matter of moments. I’m going to need a new sander after this. I sigh. Oh well.

I tune out the screams and continue on with my work, humming merrily as this sick fuck continues to scream and thrash. I don’t feel bad at all. This is revenge for all of those women and children. When I am finally satisfied with my work, I shut off the sander and say a small prayer to Hades to take his soul and give him the hell he deserves.

“I hope you made peace with your god,” I whisper in his ear as I grab a scalpel and shove it into his jugular, letting the blood gush down his body.

“You. Are. Sick.” Ryan spits out, vomiting covering his chin and shirt. I flash a smile at him.

“You have no fucking idea.”

Chapter 30

Megan

The bed sunk next to me, the bed sheets rustling, sliding back over my skin. I managed to stripe out of my clothes in my sleep. It was too hot for me under all these covers. Max’s scent warps its way around me as he pulls me closer to him. His hair is slightly damp, the fresh scent of eucalyptus and cedar graze against my senses. My body finally touches his, skin on skin. His rock-hard dick pushes up against my ass. A part of me is telling my body, don’t move, let him hold you. The other half of my body is craving for the thickness of him to push inside me.

He takes a deep breath, shuddering as he presses his nose against my neck. He has one hand thrusted under my neck, fingers idly tracing the skin on my breasts, the other slowly dancing up my side grazing the soft under part of my breast before trailing lazily back down to my hip. I try to hold myself in control. I want to grind against him, move my hips just a bit so his hand dips down between my thighs.

We’ve practically lived together for a little over a month now and have yet to have sex. Just him eating me out like I was the only meal he wanted. Which I wasn’t complaining about, he has a mouth like a fucking god. He wouldn’t let me touch him though, a torture on its own because I have seen what that man is packing, and it is fucking glorious.

I hear him sigh as he rests his hand on my hip, before I have the chance to tell him I’m awake, his cock thrusts its way from resting against my ass to firmly between my thighs, sliding right between my folds. It’s so hot and hard. He thrusts his hips, sliding himself back and forth, rubbing against my clit to the point that I am a soaking mess.

He growls in my ear, “baby girl, if you’re awake, moan for me.” Like a command I open up my mouth and do as I’m told. His fingers grip my hip hard, eliciting another moan from my lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

Instantly I find myself sliding along his thick length, soaking him from how wet I am. He groans into my skin, gripping my hip harder. His hand that was idly tracing circles on my breast, gripped the soft skin, fingertips dancing along my nipples. A soft moan escapes from my lips as a wave of pleasure threatens to rip through me. My blood thrums at his touch, aching for more. I wan to release all over him.

“Look at you, taking all control,” he whispered into my head, kissing down my neck. I sucked in a deep breath then a sudden pulse of pain shot into my neck, he sunk his teeth into me, a pleasure I never had felt before. A scream of pleasure ruptured from me, my core threatening to wave me through release as he bit harder.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he growls into my ear, pinching my nipple hard and pulling it. I can’t control myself, my release crushing like a wave over me, soaking his cock in my wetness. “Good girl.”

I pant heavily, rolling over in his arms. He captured my lips before I could speak. He tasted like a vanilla bourbon, thrilling and enticing. I love his taste; the smell of his soap wrapping itself around me. We kissed for what felt like forever, his tongue tracing mine.

He broke our kiss finally and smiled at me. “Sit on my face and ride me,” he commanded, pulling me up on top of him forcing me to climb up his body to staddle his face. I hovered above his face second guessing, “Suffocate me with those fucking thighs like a good fucking girl.”

He pulled me down onto his face and I rode him like my life was depending on me coming. His tongue drove deep inside me, but I wanted more. I grinded harder on his face, but he didn’t cave. No tapping out. He kept lapping up my essence like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

I reached my hand back, grabbing his cock in my hand, and squeezed. A moan rippled through him and straight into my core. I slid off his face and down his body, lining him up to my entrance. I hesitate, looking into his dark blue eyes, then smile. “You’re mine.”

His eyes widen as I slide myself onto his length feeling it stretch me the deeper it went. I had to hold myself still as a tremor of pleasure ripped through me with such force. He laid there, still, both hands now gripping the soft flesh at my hips. His jaw tightened as I began to slowly slide up and down his thick, long length. I have never been with a man this big!

As I ground down on him one more time, he growled, “You’re so fucking tight. If you move one more fucking time, that’s it, I’m done for.” I smile at him as his fingers grip my hips, forcing me to continue to ride him. I was about to come undone in pure bliss.

My pussy tightens around his cock, a clear warning. His eyes flash, as he growls, moving his hands from my hips and going straight for my breasts. His fingers pinch my nipples hard, sending a wave of pleasure as he thrusts up into me just as hard. My moans turning from soft blissful panting to full on screams of euphoric ecstasy.

“I’m going to cum!” I scream, feeling the wave about to crash to shore. He puts one hand around my back and pulls me down against him. His cock buried so deep in me. He kisses me passionately, his hand moving into my hair.

“Do it baby girl,” he whispers as he thrusts up once more, holding me down on him as our waves crash into each other. Our bodies a sweaty, heated mess, but still, he holds me against him. Our breath tangling into one another, our bodies barely keeping from shaking.

He finally slips out of me as his cum drips down between my thighs. He scoops me up into his arms and pulls us both out of bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says as he carries me to the bathroom. I looked at the bed as we walked away, sex rumpled, sheets on the floor, and I smiled. It has been too long since I actually enjoyed sex.

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