Page 53 of Her Blood Revenge

‘Barely.’

I hiss as she pulls on my hair again.

Such fire and anger in them. Why do I enjoy it so much?

‘Tell me one thing that man did for you that was kind,’ I say. ‘Just one thing.’

I keep my fingers moving at a torturously slow speed as I wait.

‘He…’

My thumb runs over her clit, and she whimpers, her free hand gripping my shoulder for support as I slightly nudge her legs wider with my knees.

‘One thing. One act of selfless kindness. One thing he did for you that was just for your benefit. For your happiness.’

She slowly shakes her head.

‘I can’t,’ she admits in a breathy whisper. ‘There is none.’

Her nose rests on mine, and I see that her teeth are sharp. Her hair falls over our faces so no one can see them but me.

‘He beat you, Poppet Doll.He sold you. He abandoned you when you needed him most. He heard you scream as they tied you up. He heard your cries as they cut you over and over again, and yet he still ran. He drugged you with Skullcap wine. Tortured a triggering command into you, so you have to obey any command given, or you will suffocate, and then he gave that command to Cole. The only action I regret in his death was that it was too quick.’

‘Dorian,’ she whispers as I work her closer to an orgasm. ‘Tell me…’

‘Tell you what?’

‘How did it feel when you killed him?’

Her eyes open and search mine, seeking out the matching darkness she has in hers. A darkness she has tried to ignore. A cruelty and strength she spent her life being told was wrong.

That to hate was wrong. To fight was wrong. To say no was wrong.

She fought it all, banishing the ways of the earth coven and rising up as this magnificent woman stood over me, soaking my fingers.

‘It was bliss,’ I tell her. ‘Every scream. Every whimper. Every bone we broke. Every cut we carved. Every hit landed. We made sure he knew they were all in your name. He knew he was suffering for no other reason than for what he did to you.’

I add a third finger, and she shudders. She’s so fucking close. Nothing gives me greater pleasure than watching her like this.

‘Did he cry?’ she asks. ‘Did he beg?’

I know she’s thinking of all the times he had her on her knees, taking his cane. All the times he struck her. All the times he ignored her pleas to be released from her engagement with Cole.

I feel it through our link.

‘He begged, Poppet Doll. And we laughed.’

She smiles, so I carry on.

‘He begged for the mercy he should have shown you. And when we cracked open his ribcage and tore out his still beating heart, we made sure the last words he heard was that he died as punishment for ever hurting you. And do you want to know something?’

She nods, unable to form speech.

‘It is the same fate for any who have ever hurt you. I will protect you in every way your father failed to.’

‘You want to be my new daddy?’ she teases. ‘My shadow daddy?’

Oh… I like the sound of that. I move aside the thin slip of silk covering her breast, revealing her peaked nipple, and look up at her through my lashes.

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