Page 5 of When Day Breaks

I know I should try harder, push back and fight against her, get her to see fucking straight; that what she's doing is beyond irrational. But there's no taming the beast in the midst of betrayal. I would know.

"You really believe that what we have isn't worthy enough to try and mend for the sake of-"

"Say the Society one. More. Fucking. Time. I dare you, Rivian." She squeezes and I chuckle, knowing that now, I am getting somewhere. "Everything has been for the Society. Oh, but wait! Does your precious Society know that you were ready to sacrifice everything they love—everything you forbid yourself to love—all for the sake of your stupid fucking revenge?"

"You're right. I fucked up, Lucynda. But they are not justmySociety anymore. You are their queen." I squeeze back, feeling her twitch at the intrusion, but despite the pain she's trying to hide that shows in her eyes, I feel myself falling deeper into the trance of lust. My cock grows hard as her lips part in protest, her stubbornness to submit entices me.

"You didn't just fuck up, Rivian," she barks back. "You are a fucking monster. Just like my dad. Just like yours." A little grin curls deviously on her lips. She knows what she's doing.

Anger floods my veins.

"Don't fucking say that," I threaten.

She smiles a devious smile and I decide that I can't try to fight her with calm tones and hopeful words. She won't come out of her deeply depraved shell for the useless bullshit I think she wants to hear now.

She fights back. "Why not? Huh? You could care less about the innocent lives you destroy along the way so long as they serve a purpose to your path of destruction, am I right?"

"Yet here you are, so dead set on starting an actual war, Lucynda. How hypocritical of you. Look around." I let my eyes play in the depths of hers, challenging her logic. "What did these innocent people do to deserve your wrath? It's anger that you feel toward me and you're taking it out onthem." She eyes the near two dozen bodies littered around us, some still actively bleeding out. "What happens to the innocent souls that get caught in your unfounded need for crossfire?"

She scoffs. "Unfounded? That's rich coming fromyou."

"I don't want to hurt you, Cyn." I try to get her to recede, back off and come to her senses. I know that when all of this is over and she realizes what she's really done, she'll be flooded with regret and she has to know that I will be the one to help her through it.

"I can't say the same about you,Riv." She wraps her fingers even tighter around my heart, which causes me to do the same back to her.

"So then what the fuck do you propose?" I level my eyes with hers, feeling the heat that bursts between us.

The space between us is next to none. Her breathing is labored, short and hot against my skin as I push her as far into the wall as she can go. We both cling on to the control we desperately need, for the war we created and to fight the lust that is unmistakably stranded between us.

I take this moment of silence to leverage my control over hers. I lean down, letting my lips skate gently across her ear and Ican feel the flinch in her fluttering heart. I open my mouth, letting my breath feather over her skin for just a moment before whispering into her ear…

"You called me a monster. I find that rather amusing, Lucynda. Considering you seem to be a girl who loves monsters."

Her chest rises and falls with my hand buried deep inside; I can feel the desperation plead in her heart as it begs to beat free of my grip. Her lips part as I lean back slightly, just enough to see her face and needing to hear her breaths come in short as she gasps for air. But she's not suffocating because of my grip; the small little gasps of air leaving her pretty mouth come from a place of desire.

I take my other hand to reach up to her face, caressing her cheek in my palm—splotches of blood covering her scar.

I can't help it. I feel the way her heart attempts to race for purchase in my closed fist, the way I hear her breathing start to become messy and harsh. I graze my fingers over the jagged, raised skin just below her eye, brushing off some of the blood and pulling my finger to my mouth, tasting the mess she's made.

Fuck, I shouldn't have done that. But there's something so sinister about tasting my sweetest sin in her need for control. I lean my face in, she watches me behind heavy, glassy eyes, and I bring my nose to her cheek, running it up toward her ear until I can dart my tongue out along the lobe of it. I trail my tongue from her ear down to her jaw, then back up to her lips only licking slightly at the corner of them to clean up the little trace of blood there. It's an intimate and calculated move, careful not to give her too much while satisfying my own selfish need.

But she doesn't allow me to pull away.

In a flash, she's got me pinned to another wall across the room—the rush of her movements and the harshness of my back hitting the wall drives me to deeper hunger—her hand now removed from my chest and desperate to get my pants off.

Blood spurts from her chest as I too remove my grip, opting to rip her entire dress from her body with one rough tug, leaving two pieces of red-stained fabric hanging from her limbs, resembling that of a robe, as she wrestles my pants off.

There's blood beneath us. So much blood. And the disco lights still loom overhead illuminating the room in such a forbidden way. The atmosphere darkens with lust and sin as we hungrily touch each other, rushing to take what we undeniably need.

I grab her by the face and pull her up to me, needing her lips on mine. She lets me kiss her with so much force, it pulls a dangerous moan out of her at the same time as she finally gets my cock free.

"Fuck." I look down between us. Her crimson-soaked fingers wrap around me so fucking sweetly. The sight is magical as she pumps her fist up and down my hard length.

"You're so hard, Rivian. Is this what I do to you? Do you love that I am just as fucked up as you are?" Gasping as she speaks to me, her eyes don't leave mine as she pumps my cock.

I lean into the wall and throw my head back as her small cold hands grip me. I reach out and roughly take her breast in my grasp. Her nipple hardens and I swipe my thumb over it. She moans so fiercely it vibrates to my cock.

Lucynda attempts to drop to her knees, and I can't imagine a more sinful scene—my wife, bloodied and eager on her knees for her king—but I can't wait. I need to fuck my wife.

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