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I bring the cinderblock down as hard as I can against the side of Bridgette’s head.

That shuts her the fuck up.

Chapter Forty-Four

SERAFINA

It feelslike a veil is being gently pulled from my face. The last memory I have are voices screaming.

My stepmother. Danielle.

I hear their screams in my head but as my eyes flicker open, there’s no sound at all. My back is stiff. So is my neck.

“Ty,” I whisper. “Ty… please…”

“I’m right here,” a deep voice says to my right.

My eyes fly open and I sit up so fast I’m dizzy. Tyrant touches my shoulders to ease me back down but I resist. I reach out and touch his face.

“Am I dead too?” I ask.

“I’m not fucking dead, and neither are you,” he says.

“I saw you. On the floor. The knife…”

“Takes a lot more than some vengeful cunt stabbing me in the back to end my life,” he says. “I would fight every demon in hell to escape back to life to make sure you were safe.”

I groan and I lunge for him. I need his mouth against mine. I need to feel…

When we kiss, I melt. I can’t help myself when I tilt my head back, groaning loudly, feeling his lips and tongue touch my neck. I turn my head, wanting more.

When I see the bloody, battered, split open head of my stepmother just a few feet away, I scream.

Tyrant pulls me closer to him. “It’s over now. They’re gone.”

My hands start to shake as I realize I’m staring at a dead body. My stepmother. Dead. By the hands of Tyrant.

I gasp for a breath. Tyrant’s right hand touches between my legs, pressing hard. My jeans are driven against my panties, then against my pussy with force.

“Ty,” I groan. “What the fuck…”

“I killed them both,” he says. “I put a rope around Danielle’s neck with a cinderblock at the end and threw her into the pool. She fucking drowned to death.”

I bite my bottom lip and feel sick. Tyrant’s fingers dig harder against my jeans. The pressure between my legs is insane right now. It feels so good. But it can’t feel good.Can it feel good?

“Your father was a powerful man, Serafina,” Tyrant growls into my ear. “He gave up all his power for your mother. So they could have love. So they could have you. That’s what your stepmother wanted. Power. That’s why this happened. Fuck her. Fuck them all.”

I whimper. “What about…”

“What? What about what?”

He then looks at me. Our eyes lock. I’ve never felt a feeling like this before. Actual love.

I reach down and unbutton my jeans. I grab Tyrant’s hand and move it, wanting him to actually touch me. My teeth chatter and I can’t stop shaking.

He allows me to slide his hand down the front of my panties. I curl my fingers against his. He curls his fingers and touches me.

“You’re safe now,” he says. “I’ll always keep you safe, even if it gets bloody.”

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