Page 5 of Marked for Desecration

The only purpose he served for my mother’s arrangement was the simple fact that he was a direct line to Mathias’ other caporegime, Phoenix Bloodgood. If Devon was still here, Mother would have strategically placed him with the last caporegime, Justine.

Too bad his taste veered more toward livestock.

William released me and I turned to look back out the window as he exited the bedroom. I scanned the surrounding area and memorized each plane, each hill, and each dilapidated road that extended beyond our family lands. The grounds on the estate were about a couple hundred acres, isolating us. Each visit Mother and I made prior to the marriage doubled as reconnaissance.

The light of the moon cast a beautifully eerie glow on the vehicle that William stepped into. I couldn’t see the driver’s face, but I could tell that he shifted his glance upward as if he knew I was here watching them.Interesting.

Something in the air shifted and another set of arms wrapped around me from behind. My body tensed on instinct and my hands closed into fists, but it was his smell that revealed his identity.

“How long have you been here?” I asked under my breath.

“Long enough to know you needed to be graced with my presence,” Ian chuckled.

One of these days, I should cut off his balls and feed them to him. He deserved that, at the very least, for his less than stellar personality. If Letos men were known for their cockiness, Ian took the medal for one of the worst.

But I couldn’t deny his dick game, sadly. Getting rid of him would be too much of a loss. Jordan thought he held me captive with what he had, his luck simply lay in the fact that he was kin, and more useful than most of the other admirers I had started to collect here in the north.

The tang of blood that still coated Ian’s clothes and hands made my mouth water involuntarily. He must have just come back from a slaughter. He knew it drove me mad, yet he continued to arrive the same way each and every time. The crazy fool.

He grabbed my chin from behind and forced my head to the side. We stared at one another like predators. His shit eating grin annoyed me, but I easily gave in when he slammed his lips to mine and demanded submission expertly.

Ian Voss was a wild card. I had to tread carefully around him and feel out his moods before I made any decisions or moves. His fangs hit my own with his aggressive kiss and it only ignited the lust in me.

He found me in the shadows during one of our family meetings in regard to the betrothal. Memories of how he dominated me then made me scissor my legs as I turned around completely and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to my body.

“Well, well. Seems I came by at just the right time. What have we here?”

I didn’t utter a word, my guard up and my blade heavy in my boot. I calculated all the possible moves I could make and took the first opportunity. He looked like a Letos clan member with his braided red hair, but something in his eyes told me he was far from his right mind.

It shouldn’t have excited me to the extent that it did. Life in the Vargas house was a bore and this unexpected visit piqued my curiosity—especially his state of bloody attire.

The stranger crossed his muscular arms and stood there, waiting, as if giving me permission for the first strike.

Like a viper, I took it.

The moment I leaped was the moment he disappeared, landing me on all fours on the other side of the empty room. I snapped my head up and looked around to find nothing except the sound of a chuckle fading into thin air. It was the glint of a blade coming toward my face that had me leaping back, crouching down once more to my boot, grabbing the hilt, and throwing my blade a few degrees off the direction of the attack.

It clanked against the wall as a warm breath came from behind my neck. I threw an elbow and swept my feet backward, hitting flesh I couldn’t see until hands harshly wrapped around my neck, lifting me into the air. The stranger slammed me into the nearest wall, almost scrambling my brain from the impact.

I bared my teeth at him, my hands around his wrists, trying to pry them loose when suddenly his mouth landed on mine. He groaned when my knee hit him in the gut but didn’t stop. His tongue danced masterfully in my mouth, and despite my clawing and scratching and drawing of blood, they quickly turned into grabbing and moaning. The stranger pressed his body against mine and my legs automatically wrapped around his waist, my hips undulating unashamedly at what he was doing to me.

“Seems I’ll be late to my meeting. Open up for me, would you?”

The audacity of this jackass was astounding as his hands crawled between us and moved my panties aside. My skirt had bunched up to my waist the moment I brought my legs around him. Thank goodness for easy access because my pleasure was quickly climbing with his nimble fingers against my wet folds.

I didn’t hear him unfasten his pants when suddenly I gasped and groaned aloud at the sheer size of him invading my weeping pussy.

“A pit stop before work. Fuck, your pussy is tight.”

“Look here, jackass—” I started.

“I’ll take your ass later. I don’t think we’ll have time for a second round, so this will have to do,” he pants as he pounds me into the wall relentlessly and deliciously.

“Thinking of me? Of course, you are. I can tell by the look on your face.”

I threw an elbow at his face, which he easily dodged. I need to stop using that move on him. His laugh was loud, boisterous, and it pissed me off.What if someone heard him?

As if he read my mind, he answered me. “Does it really matter? I’ve sunk my dick into that willing hole plenty and my day’s been boring. I haven’t liberated nearly enough people.” He leaned in and grazed his nose against my cheek. “Why don’t you help me out and make my day better, hmm?”

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