Page 32 of Marked for Desecration

I ripped my inner thigh with my nail and let the blood drip into his mouth slowly. The sharp prick of pain makes me moan and my own mouth water.

“That’s enough.” Climbing down my hands cradle his face, one of my thumbs playing with his eye socket. “Your scars turn me on, Jordan. Did you know that?”

“Yeah?” he panted.

“Yeah.” It was the last thing I said before my other thumb pressed into his other eye until it popped like a grape, its juices flowing down my hand.

Jordan screamed in pain, struggling against his bonds. He bucked and kicked, but I straddled his torso tightly.

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!”

“I thought you wanted me to have your brood, Jordan. I just needed to get my juices flowing so my eggs would be ready for you.”

Reaching over the headboard, I grab the vial, shove it into his puncture wound, and punch his neck, shattering the glass.

Flipping around, I grabbed his dick and stroked. He moaned and gurgled. His body convulsed and I straddled his thigh, enjoying the vibration of his last breath.

“Jordan, Jordan, Jordan.”

Another voice cuts through Jordan’s gasps and gurgles. “Bravo.”

I look up to find Ian leaning against the wall, watching me with a wide smile on his face. He runs his hands down the front of his pants and pushes his hard dick down. “You know exactly how to welcome a man home.”

“Fuck you, Ian. You don’t belong here. I was extracting the nuisance.”

Ian groaned and rubbed his hand down his face. “Don’t sweet talk me like that. I’m trying hard to concentrate.”

I stared at his dick and my mouth went dry. It’s been a long while since Ian’s come back to me. But I can’t let him get the upper hand. Not when he’s threatened me, time and time again, with my demise.

My nipples perked and I cursed at myself.

“I’m glad you’re done with your little toys, Valka. I was beginning to get annoyed seeing them every time I dropped by.”

Was Ian the one leaving gifts for me? That doesn’t make any fucking sense. The only person Ian cares about is himself.

“What is that ugly creature at your window?”

And there we have it. I sit back on my haunches over a now limp Jordan, crossing my arms.

“What do you care? In fact, it was a gift from a secret admirer, actually,” I said with nonchalance, bringing my hand up to look at my nails and ignoring him.

“A gift…”

I flicked my eyes at him. “That’s what I said. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to wash up once again. Boys are so dirty. Especially Letos boys.” I looked at him with emphasis as I climbed out of the bed and sashayed back into the restroom.

Ian’s smile faltered and he disappeared. Fuck him. He’s probably traipsing around the damn globe fucking any willing hole. What the fuck does he care who gave me a gift?

Draining the water, Ian grabbed my hips and thrust against me with his clothes on.

“I’m out of commission for the night. Men and their stupid games tire me.”

“Valka, I have a mission coming up. It’s going to take me far away. I might die there. Be a good girl, would you?”

“Wha—” was the only thing I was able to say when he pulled down his pants and shoved his dick inside of me, almost toppling me over the tub.

He leaned over and fondled my breast aggressively. “Watching you liberate that idiot almost made me come in my pants. You really know your way to a man’s heart, Valka.”

I turned my face and glared daggers at him. Ian always showed up at the wrong times. He grinned and forced me to my knees right then and there, pulling his cock out. He was covered in blood again. Of course, he was. It drove me mad with lust and need.

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