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I want to hit him, curse him out, and almost kill him for commanding me to do anything, but before I can, my body obeys him, and I sit right back down. I bite the inside of my cheek, momentarily hating the fucking hold he has on me.

He shifts his attention around us, and before I know it, he stands up. With a frown, I follow him as he goes to pay for our meal. Once he’s done, he grabs my hand and leads me out. The tension in his shoulder makes me think carefully about what to say.

We’re walking down the street, and there’s slight anger in the way he moves, though his grip on my hand isn’t painful. Once we make it to the hotel room, I close the door behind us. I’m about to ask him what the hell his problem is when he abruptly turns around, pins me to the door, and covers my mouth with his hand.

My brows narrow, and with his free hand, he places his index finger on his lips, signaling me to keep quiet. My heart starts racing, but soon enough, I hear it myself. Distant, faint sounds of breathing. By my calculations, there are four people here.

Slowly, Cove moves his hand from my mouth, pulling out his gun. With a nod, I softly take off my heels, put them aside, and reach into my coat that’s hanging by the door. A small knife is inside, and I clutch it in my hands.

Cove makes the first move and walks further into the suite, and I go to the other side. The bathroom door opens, and one man immediately comes right at me. He holds a gun tightly in his hand and fires a shot.

I manage to dodge it just in time, rushing toward him. My fist collides with the side of his cheek just enough to throw him off balance. I knock the gun out of his hand, briefly glancing at the object as it falls down with a loud thud.

The split second of him being shocked is all I need. My knee flies to his dick, and he groans in pain, falling down to his knees. I wince, knowing I hit him with more force than necessary, but at the moment, I don’t find it in me to care.

I hit his nose, watching as blood splatters, the sound of the bone cracking sending a shot of thrill down my back. A small smile appears on my face, and I push him down, straddling his lap. At the moment, I don’t think of keeping him alive to interrogate him because the darkness in me wins.

Before I know what I’m doing, the knife is pierced in his chest. He screams out in agony, and I blink rapidly — his filthy blood getting in my eyes. I don’t stop stabbing, slicing, and destroying the man beneath me until my entire body is covered in blood and until I can feel his heart under my fingertips, slowly ceasing to work.

All the small hairs on my neck straighten up, and I try wiping the blood off my face with the lace sleeve, only managing to smear it further.

I turn around, my eyes meeting Cove.

Behind him are the other three men, one immobilized but alive, the other two dead.

Cove stares at me covered in blood. The white parts of my hair are stained, a few droplets falling down my chin. My hands are coated in the liquid, the chest of the man under me torn open. My breathing is labored, sweat covering my forehead.

“Fucking hell,’’ he mutters, inching closer to me. “I need you to fucking marry me, bunny.’’

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Cove pulls me to my feet before I can protest, the knife dropping from my hands.

His lips are on mine in an instant. His kiss is rough, desperate, and filled with deeply rooted desire. His hands grip the dress before he tears the fabric off me. I’m left in a matching pair of bra and underwear, both of which he skillfully removes in record time.

He doesn’t waste any time. He spins me around, breaking the kiss, and bends me over the couch. I hear the zipper coming undone before a loud moan comes from me. He doesn’t warn me or prepare me, just slides his cock right into my slick hole, bottoming out.

His deep groan fills my ears, my body trembling at the sudden intrusion. My cries of pleasure fill the room when his hand connects with my ass, the stinging sensation causing me to roll my eyes to the back. His movement is rough, deep, and fast.

The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes in my ears, my body instinctively arching, meeting his thrusts deeper. His hands are on my hips, gripping tightly as he slams into me with full force, fucking me with everything he has.

“You look so fucking pretty when you’re covered in blood, bunny,’’ he growls, and I whimper, the intensity of his flow causing tears to swell in the corner of my eyes. “So fuckable. So usable.’’

Accidentally, my eyes connect with the remaining man alive across the room.

He’s bound together with some makeshift ropes, but Cove did it well. His mouth is covered with a shirt, preventing him from speaking. A small knife is in his thigh, the sheets tied around his body tightly. His eyes are wide as he stares in horror at Cove and me.

Cove’s mouth comes to my bloodied shoulder, kissing it and biting down harshly. His hands travel to my chest, rolling my erect nipples between his fingers. Pain suddenly explodes through my body, mixed with immense pleasure and I find myself unable to hold back the orgasm that ripples through my body in waves.

“Cove,’’ I scream out as he continues to fuck me through my orgasm, prolonging it. My stomach twitches in thrill, and Cove’s deep laughter makes me arch my back more.

“Yes, little bunny?” He murmurs, his tongue darting to taste my flesh covered in blood.

“More, please,’’ I whisper.

Cove’s hand comes to my face, and he grips my cheeks, forcing my gaze in the direction of the tied man in front of us. A sadistic sense of pride blooms in my chest. The man is utterly terrified and confused, but his cock is rock hard in his pants.

“More, what, hm? You want this pathetic bug to watch you getting your pussy destroyed like the little slut you are?”

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