Page 115 of Babalon

I can’t think, I can’t speak, I don’t even know if I have the means to breathe at this point, yet when he lines his cock up and thrust into me, my heart shatters.

“I love you, Nadia,” Kace whispers in my ear as we stared up at the sky. It is beautiful. I don’t ever spend time looking above us. It always makes me feel small and insignificant, and while humans are just that, Kace gave me the power to feel more, to feel like I am worth something, even if all he can give me is his love.

I smiled at his admission, turning to look back at him over my shoulder, seeing him gazing back down at me. His bright blue eyes are lost in me while I fill the very small space of his pupils.

He loves me. Me. Nadia Rayle Pierce. A haunted girl with a sad past and a dark future. The woman who spent years humiliating him, stealing from him, and overall, tried to ruin his life.

Somewhere, somehow, he found the capacity to love me which is more than anyone could say. He is so comfortable in who he is, knowing he has the ability to love someone who has done so much to spite him and that, I am not worthy of.

I don’t deserve anything from him other than hatred, yet how he is looking at me right this second, my heart can’t do anything but stutter and want to reach through our chests and beat right next to his.

“I don’t expect you to say it back, I hope one day you can though. I have so much planned for you, beautiful girl. We may have limitations on what we can do, but I’m going to tie you to me in whatever way the prison allows… even if they don’t allow the other methods.”

Twisting in his arms, I press my hands to his chest and slide them over his shoulders, needing to feel him against me; even out in the open, I want him. I never want to hide what I have for, and with, Kace because he owns every part of me. Even the parts I can’t quite see yet.

“Yeah, what are you going to do to tie yourself to me?” I ask teasingly. Grazing my lips along his Adam’s apple, followed by my teeth. His cock hardens against my stomach in response. Iabsolutely adore how eager he is for me; how simple his mind works.

“First off, I’m going to carve my name into your heart. You’re going to take my last and pair it with yours. Then, after however many times it takes, I’m going to put a kid in you. Breed that delicious pussy.”

“You’re so fucking romantic.”

His laugh has me smiling so damn hard it makes my cheeks hurt.

“I can’t help it. There is no right or wrong way to want you, so I’ll take you anyway I can.”

“What I want is to find a way for you to get released, even if that requires bribing the wrong people. I want you to come home with me, to share my bed, to eat the shitty food I make, and to fall asleep with me on the patio when it storms. I want to wake up to you every morning, watch the stars in your eyes every night, and feel you curl around me when your heart calls to mine.”

“It’s a plan, baby girl. If that’s what you want, then that’s what you will get.

“Fuck, you like that, slut?”

Huh?

Oh, I forgot I was here. I can’t feel much anymore. After the shank, the fingering, and what’s his name shoving his fist inside of me, everything’s so raw and so numb, it feels dead. All that I can sense is his hips slamming into my ass because it rocks my entire body. My face is pinned against the bars, the lewd sounds of his skin slapping against me is enough to make me vomit, so when I did just that, Nate hisses in distaste. His hand lacing in my ratted hair before he slams me against the metal again.

The bliss that soars through me then is not something I thought I would ever experience. I feel warmth, I see light, and the sounds all fade away.

Wonderful unconsciousness dragging me under.

Lucien

If I hear anymore, I’m going to lose my composure, I’ve had enough of them doing what they were doing. Pushing away from the corner I was hiding in; I stand at Nate’s back when he crashes Nadia’s head against the poles—knocking her unconscious. He continued to brutally fuck her, pulling himself from her snatch and forcing his way into her ass. With her unconscious, she won’t feel it now, but later on, she will. The blood that was once pouring down her lower body, courtesy of Paul and Vance, now is dry and sticky to the touch.

The deal was, she had to be awake for everything she was supposed to endure, and since Nathan knocked her out, I am no longer bound by a deal and can let my demons out to play.

Approaching Nathan in a rush, I swipe the shank from Paul and fisted it, unbothered by Nadia’s fluids coating the handle. All that matters is the desperate gurgling sounds Nate chokes through after one arm wraps around his head, gripping his forehead, and the other stabs him in the throat.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab.

Stab, stab, stab.

And several more, until my arms start to burn.

One thrust right after another, until his neck spews blood like a faucet, coating the back of Nadia while she lays there unaware of the murder taking place above her battered body.

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