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My hands stop mid-swing, the mace in the air as I blink, registering his words. A wicked, satisfied, and vicious smile is on my face. I’m pretty sure I’m not a pretty sight right now — covered in blood from head to toe, with an insane grin.

“Yeah? Save me a seat then, motherfucker.’’

With that, I landed the final blow.

The gratification of seeing his body stop moving fills me, and I can’t look away. The last look on his face is pure fear, and my heart skips a beat. I can’t move, transfixed on the sight in front of me. It’s beautiful, more than I ever could’ve imagined.

My eyes move to his chest, and I start sobbing, happiness consuming me when I see that it’s no longer moving. I drop the mace next to me, covering my face with my hands. A mix of happy tears and laughter comes from the depth of my throat, my cheeks stained.

Finally.

Wyatt Chambers is dead.

Soon enough, I find myself pulled to my feet. When I’m spun around, I come face to face with the love of my life, the man I can always count on having by my side. He glances between Wyatt’s lifeless body and the happy expression on my face, then his own mirrors mine.

“I’m so fucking proud of you, bunny.’’

Yeah, I’m proud of myself, too.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

Quickly, I pull Cove’s mask to rest on top of his head.

My hands wrap around Cove’s neck and I kiss him deeply, desire radiating off my body.

He’s quick to respond, kissing me back with more fervor than ever. His hands sneak around my waist, pulling me closer, our bodies flush together, with no space between us.

The blood of his shirt soaks mine, the liquid coating my torso through the thin material of the blouse. A moan leaves my lips, and Cove starts pushing me backward until my back hits the wall behind me. He takes both of my hands, pinning them above my head, and breaks off the kiss.

My heart starts racing in my chest.

His intense eyes roam all over my body. He watches the blood drip down my cheeks, the remains of Wyatt’s filth sliding down my body. Shivers run through my body as he rips the buttons of my shirt apart, tearing the fabric until it snaps.

I gasp loudly, with the shirt now torn apart and my black bra exposed.

Cove lowers his head, sucking on the top part of my breast, his hands smearing the blood all over my stomach, caressing my flesh almost possessively. My eyes close for a moment, and the feeling of his lips on my skin causes a wave of pleasure to start building inside me.

Swiftly, Cove’s fingers hook on the hem of my pants, then tug on them down. He pulls the underwear with them, too, and it leaves a trail of goosebumps as cold air hits my most sensitive parts. He picks me up, kissing me yet again, and carries me over to the wooden table in the far corner of the room.

He makes some distance between us, his hands reaching for his belt, not once looking away from my face.

His lips are slightly swollen, parted. His hair is perfectly styled, but I know that in about half an hour, I’ll turn it into a mess, the one that I adore seeing on him. His eyes hold a different kind of hunger, and it makes me beyond aroused.

“You look so fucking perfect covered in blood, bunny.’’ His gravelly voice hits my ears, and it’s enough to make me feel all putty in his hands.

Cove pulls out his cock, giving it a couple of firm, long strokes. Precum drips down his length, coating his gloved hand. My eyes follow every move of his hand, my mouth almost watering at the sight.

“You know,’’ he murmurs in a lower tone. “Now that the motherfucker is dead, I can finally do what I’ve been meaning to do for a very, very long time.’’

“What’s that?” I ask, hiccupping.

“Get you pregnant.’’

Before I can respond, he takes my heels off, pulls the pants and underwear off my body, and tosses them aside, then yanks me by the ankles until I’m sitting on the edge of the table. He spreads my legs, stroking his cock against my pussy.

I moan, staring as his thick head rubs against my clit. His precum smears all over my folds, and I swallow thickly, my mind starting to get hazy.

Cove hisses, pushing the tip inside me and stopping. My stomach clenches at the sensation, and I can’t tear my gaze away from the sight. His cock twitches, and then he bottoms out in me in one fast, rough thrust.

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