Page 42 of Bathed in Blood

“Tell me then, princess, what should I do?”

“Fuck…” I gasp, grinding down on him, my blood making us slide together. “Fill me up. Please.”

“My filthy princess.”

“Yes, God, oh fuck, I’m gonna—"

“Not yet,” he growls before he sits me back on the table, my legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into me. “Fuck, look at you, taking my cock so well.”

My teeth score my inner cheek, trying to fight past the orgasm threatening to rip me to shreds. Tears spring to my eyes, soaking down my cheeks as waves of pleasure bracket me. I lean forward, letting my clit grind against him as he moans my name, his cock rubbing a place inside me I didn’t know existed.

This is every bit as overwhelming as it was in that room, but somehow more. So much more.

“Please!” I cry out.

“Desperate little princess, I can’t deny you anything.”

I scream, hitching forward as his thrusts become soul shattering, jerky. He finds his own release as I bite into his chest, my tears and blood soaking his skin. My hands tremble as I run my fingers through my blood, smearing it up his chest, onto his beautiful face, and when I brush his lips, they fall open, licking my fingers clean.

When he dresses me again, carrying me out into the already warm, waiting car, I’m languid in his arms.I’m his.

21

Family

Christian

My newlywed bliss was short-lived.

It wasn’t at any fault of Lana’s, but the dumb cunts who held her. Well, their family line, at least. I can’t say I blame the oil typhoon. His son’s countryside home gets raided, they manage to get themselves murdered for running a snuff operation on the grounds, kidnapping and holding a woman hostage for four years, computers wiped, house in flames. Not to mention, they’d managed to become enemies of a notorious crime family. I’m sure that would be a hard enough pill to swallow, a reason to run and bury your head in the sand.

As anyone with half a brain cell would do.

Only he didn’t account forme.

For how far I was willing to go to right a wrong.

He didn’t expect his sisters, all six of them, to be hunted down. If it hadn’t madedaddy cuntbunker down in fulloh shitmode, I would smile. If I were a better man, I would consider it a debt paid, but my sweet Lana, she shed a lot of tears at the hands of his sons, so I have more work to do.

Even if I only took a family member for every time they forced themselves on her, the debt would remain unpaid long after the Sullivan line was gone.

“Are you listening to me?” Jesse barks from beside me.

“Not even remotely.”

“You’re needed at the Hallum site! They’ve been running extra streams, pulling protocol. They’re going to catch the eyes of the authorities and—"

I round on him, stopping our descent on the stairs. “When exactly were you going to tell me?”

“Oh, you mean why didn’t I magically teleport to wherever the fuck you moseyed off to in the dead of night with the Blood Princess in tow? Why didn’t I show up like a little messenger pigeon when your phone was off for forty-eight hours? Or when you got home, with my new sister-in-law—can’t believe you didn’t invite me to your fucking wedding by the way—and I had to start damage control because there was a very scared pastor and a room filled with at least ten families all found tied up in a random church in Virgina? At what point, Christian should—"

“You did take care of that, yes?”

Jesse throws up his hands. “Of course I did. I always take care of it.” I stare at him as he runs his hands down his face. “Father isn’t going to like you taking her as your wife. I hope you have a plan, Christian. Family comes—"

“She is family,” I growl, heading back down the stairs.

“He wants the Hallum site cleared by tomorrow, asshole!”

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