Page 21 of Marked for Desecration

“Shut the fuck up. What the hell are you doing?”

I batted my eyelashes. “Why? You worried about me?”

He grabbed my throat, and I grabbed his balls. His nostrils flared. We were at an impasse.

I lowered my eyes and blew a kiss. “You need to learn to play nice, big boy, else you can say goodbye to all your dead concubines.” I smiled and he snarled. “It must be boring to talk to dead dolls. Why don’t you hang with me and I can show you what it’s like to have a real woman at your side.”

He leaned in until we were nose to nose. His scar stole my attention, and I licked my lips, utterly satisfied at the way I left my mark.

“You’re playing the wrong game, Valka.”

“Am I? I didn’t see you push me off when I slammed your dick inside of me.” I squeezed his balls a little more, twisting them.

He couldn’t deny the fact that his dick was getting hard from my abuse. He loved this shit as much as I did. Letos men were so easy to manipulate.

“You may control my stupid little brother, but you won’t control me. Once we get back to the compound, I never want to see your face again.”

I purred, loosened my grip, and caressed his hard shaft. “I do like doggy, don’t you?”

He punched the wall beside my head and showered my face with dust and debris. I blinked a few times, refusing to cough.

He turned away from me, his back heaving with angry breaths. I stayed quiet, waiting to see his next play.

“If I find out Jordan’s dead, I will kill your family.”

I didn’t say a word. He should know by now that I didn’t give a fuck about what family I had left now that he had informed me of the death of my brother. I had no one else I cared about. Let him believe he has something over me.

He left me for the rest of the day and we didn’t cross paths until the sun went down.

We both exited the home and made our way back to the garage and into the car. Slamming on the gas in reverse, he swerved and threw the car into drive, silently taking us back to where we left Jordan.

I cleaned myself up as much as I could, fixing my hair and opening the windows to let the smell of sex and bodily fluids float away into the breeze.

When we pulled up to the compound, Jordan was leaning against the building with his arms crossed. He wore clean clothes, the one’s with William’s blood nowhere to be found. Spectres patrolled the front. None of them looked our way as we approached in the vehicle.

The moment Jordan saw us, he jogged over.

I leaned to open the door, but he already snatched it and climbed in, kissing me like we’ve been separated for two decades. His eye socket was still empty, the scarring around the area making him look older than he really was.

I simulated his passion, but my pussy was still aching from his brother’s abuse.

“Let’s go home. I’m taking over the estate with you by my side.”

He cradled my face with affection. I grabbed his wrist and caressed his skin, not saying a word. He was pathetic, really, but I had him right where I wanted him.

Logan remained quiet for a few moments, then exited the vehicle and walked into the compound without looking back.

Jordan kissed me one last time before climbing into the front seat and driving us both back to the mansion.

How the Cromwells even lasted this long in the Letos clan is my question. They were all stupid, gullible pricks. Easy to manipulate. Fucking boring.

The trip back felt faster than the trip out. Jordan pulled up the front and got out, stretching his back. This trip had been an adventure.

“Come on. There are changes to be made. My brother was useless as head of the house. He fucked up too many missions.”

Jordan extended his hand, and I took it. He stared down at my fishnets and frowned. I dare him to say shit to my face right now. I will gut him right here, right now.

“Are you alright?” he asked, full of concern.

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