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I’d marked and scarred her for life.

That only made my dick harder.

I crushed my lips against hers. Immediately, the fight left her, and she kissed me back, her chest still heaving from the pain she was in.

In another world, one parallel to this fucking hell, she’d be getting stitches for her wounds and I’d be hauled away with Church.

But this wasn’t that world.

This was our world.

She came, her body quaking beneath my kiss and Church’s onslaught. I swallowed down her moans, making them a part of me.

Church finally pulled away. I stopped kissing her and stared down at her tear-soaked face for a moment before I moved down her body and pressed a soft kiss to her wound.

“Mine,” I whispered, her blood on my lips.

“Yours,” she answered back, her voice still shaking.

I licked the mess, letting her blood coat my tongue before groaning softly.

“She tastes like the perfect kind of hell,” Church murmured.

He was right. She really did.

But we both knew she was a little slice of heaven sent to feed us demons.

Church moved off the bed and went into the bathroom. I continued to gently lick her blood, swallowing it down with soft groans of delight.

She tangled her fingers in my hair and let me, her body still shaking from hurting.

Church returned with things to clean her wound with, and I finally shifted away and wiped my mouth. He set to work cleaning and dressing the atrocity I’d torn into her pretty flesh.

I held her hand and kissed her knuckles as he worked.

“I love you, siren,” I whispered as Church finished dressing the wound.

Her eyelids fluttered, a contented look on her face.

“Are you really mine?” I asked.

“Always,” she answered, giving me a sweet, tired smile.

I leaned in and kissed her again.

Any doubts or worries I’d had were erased.

I sent up a silent prayer, thanking God for blessing me with such a perfect angel before I whispered to the devil to make me stronger because now that we’d sealed it in blood, I really would kill every motherfucker who looked at her.

When something belonged to me, I took care of it.

And Sirena Lawrence was mine.

SIRENA

Iwas in a lot of pain. Church pulled out a joint and lit it before offering it to me. I inhaled deeply, letting the high soak into my soul. I wasn’t someone who got high, but I needed something because the burning ache over my hipbone was making my stomach sick.

But the look on my Sinful’s face made me know it was worth every ounce of pain. He stared at me like I was the most incredible and precious thing in the world. It was even more than before Adam and the nightmare at the mausoleum.

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