Page 51 of Marked for Desecration

My mother’s face was halfway healed since the last time I saw her, but the scowl did nothing to improve it.

I watched as she approached us, confused about her reason for visit, and didn’t see it coming.

But Ian did. He caught her arm mid-slap and I tilted my head to look at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“You bitch!”

I looked at Ian who laughed and threw her against her driver who was right behind her. He caught her before she could fall and she straightened up, glaring at Ian with intent to murder.

Granted, she looked at everyone that way. Even her family. Nonetheless, I felt like something was a little more… extra this time around.

Annoyed, I crossed my arms and looked her up and down, waiting for her to calm her… whatever this was.

“How dare you! You’ve declared war on the Vargas household with that little message of yours,” she screeched.

“What—?” I began.

Ian took that exact moment to pull me against his side by the waist, like we were human newlyweds, and gave her a beaming smile.

“Ah! I see you got our little wedding gift. Good. Just a token of appreciation for letting me fuck your daughter's sweet cunt,” Ian taunted with a grin.

My head snapped back.What the hell was wrong with this guy?

“You asshole!” Mother howled.

Ian let out a booming laugh while her driver held her back. “Now I see where Valka gets her charming personality. I should thank you for that, but I won’t. Now that you’ve come to show us your gratitude, you can take your ass right back out…” He leaned in and sniffed my neck and continued, “of Voss estates. Tell the south that negotiations of terms are put back on the table. Things won’t be running the way Logan had it. Not anymore.”

Logan?

My mother screeched and slipped out of her driver's grasp, scratching Ian on the face and drawing blood. I twisted in his arms and tackled her to the ground. She was older than I was, but I was more ruthless as I ripped her hair out and pounded her head into the ground with my fists and elbows.

She kicked me in the gut, knocking me backward and the only thing I could hear were the men around us saying “ooo” like the idiots they were.

“I got ten on the ugly one,” Rex challenged.

“Pfft, one hundred on Valka. She fights the way she fucks.”

“...the way she fucks—”

I screamed as my mother leaped on top of me, trying to rip my face off. Unluckily for her, I grabbed her nipple and twisted it until it tore from her flesh and through her clothes.

She cried out in pain, but all it did was make me smile and wrestle her onto her back. Blood seeped through her top and I pulled my arm back. Memories of growing up in her militant household, having to fuck our way together made me grit my fangs and punch right through her chest cavity, holding her still beating heart in my hand.

She cried again and I relished in the position of power I had over her. I admit I was showing off a bit for my dear Ian, but that was beside the point.

I brought my nose to hers and smiled evilly. “Your time as matriarch has passed its expiration date, Mother. That cunt of yours is used up and worthless. I will rule this clan with the same grip I have on your heart. You should be proud of me. It’s what you always wanted, after all.”

Her hands clasped around my wrist, trying to pry it off. I was too fueled from the hunger of power and the sexual frustration Ian left me in. Maybe that was his plan all along. He was an asshole like that.

My asshole.

“Valka! How could you do this to your own mother?”

I cackled in her face, throwing my head back. Oh, she always played the victim well.

I jerked my hand back, ripping her heart out, then grabbed her chin and forced her mouth open as I shoved her organ inside of it.

“Eat your heart out, Mother. You would have done the same to me if you had the chance.” I gave her a dramatic pause before a diabolical smile creeped across my face. “Long live the new queen.”

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