Page 130 of Devilish Ink

“I really thought I would get a scream that time,” he said, sitting up. “Shall we try again?”

He sliced over the swell of my breast, just enough to pierce the skin, not enough to kill me. I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets as fire raced across my skin.

It’s like getting tattooed. You can handle being under the needle for hours at a time, you can fucking handle this.

I didn’t have to look down to see blood stains seeping across Liam’s t-shirt.

I fought against the sudden lightness in my head. As lovely as it would be to pass out, the horror of what he might do to me—to my baby—while I was under kept me grasping for consciousness.

“You’re being stubborn,” he muttered as if I were a child refusing to eat my peas.

He continued to trace the knife tip across my skin, drawing lines into my flesh, pain burning everywhere.

He was making a mess of my body, hot blood dripping along my rib cage to seep down into the mattress.

I didn’t want to scream. I wanted to stay strong for Liam. Strong for our baby.

But I just couldn’t hold it back.

A scream tore from my lips and I poured my fear and horror into it, echoing around the warehouse.

Balor chuckled.

“So pretty,” he said, palming his cock.

His knife lashed once more, causing me to flinch. The rest of my shirt fell open on either side of my stomach.

He scowled as he glared at my seven-month pregnant belly. If I thought having my breasts and pussy naked to him felt exposed, nothing felt more vulnerable than having him staring at my belly, my arms and legs stretched out, unable to cover my baby.

“There it is,” he said, “the fucking epitome of your betrayal to me.”

He held up the knife, glinting in the downlights.

“I’m going to cut that cunt’s baby right out of your belly.”

LIAM

“Left up here,” Rian said.

I turned the wheel hard, the tail of my car fishtailing as the tires screamed for grip on the road.

Rian let out a curse and grabbed the “oh shite” handle above his passenger side door as the force slammed us both into the side of the car before we righted. In his other hand he clutched my phone.

We were driving through an industrial area on the outskirts of north Dublin near the airport. This late at night, it was deserted. Thank God. I was not above running over people to get to my girl.

No Garda out on these roads to slow me down either.

“I’d love to install a tracker on Eithne’s phone, too,” Rian said. “But she wouldn’t let me.”

I kept my stare on the road, even as I felt his eyes on me.

“Ry didn’t exactly…let me.”

To my surprise Rian let out a low laugh. “You demented fuck.”

I let out a low snort. “You know how abandon-happy she was. She had one foot out the door the whole time she was in Dublin.”

“So you put a tracker on her without her knowing?”

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