Page 165 of Shadow

She screamed so loud, I was sure the fucking devil heard it all the way in hell.

Her body quaked, convulsed, her skin was slick with sweat, her chest heaving as she grappled to keep her sanity.

And we continued to fuck into her, turning one orgasm into two before Shadow let out a groan and came inside her, me following because I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle more of us.

We slowed, and he kissed her gently.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. Are-Are you OK, baby?”

She nodded, her eyelids heavy.

Relief seemed to rush through him because he exhaled and locked eyes with me, both of us embedded inside her yet.

“You’re a monster,” he murmured to me.

I cradled his face, his lashes fluttering.

“So are you, Shadow. Welcome fucking home.”

He smiled and rested his forehead against mine.

“It’s good to be home, Church.”

* * *

After we tookShadow to see his pink room, which he simply stood in the center of and stared at, a look of pure shock on his face, we put Sirena to bed in my room. As much as I wanted to cuddle her, my phone rang.

Frowning, I sat forward on the edge of the bed and stared at the name.

Fuck Face.

I swallowed and answered on the fourth ring.

“Father,” I said softly into the phone. “To what do I owe the displeasure?”

“Dante, that’s no way to greet that man who breathed life into your soulless corpse, now is it?”

“That’s a matter of opinion, I suppose.”

He chuckled softly. “Wicked, despicable boy. Is your whore still keeping your bed warm after she killed your brother?”

“Don’t fucking call her that,” I snarled, getting to my feet and leaving the bedroom. I went downstairs and to the patio, putting my coat on along the way while the guys lounged on the couch and Shadow called Stitches a motherfucker for his bedroom.

Sin cast me a worried look, and I shook my head at him, closing the patio door behind me.

“I’ll call the bitch anything I want to call her considering she’s the one who took my boy out of this world.”

“You’re boy was a piece of shit. If she wouldn’t have done it, I would have.”

He laughed softly on the other end of the phone. “I knew you’d fuck up. You always do,Dante Avgustovich Reznikov.”

“Don’t fucking call me that,” I snarled into the phone. “Unless you want me to take up sides with my uncle. I’m pretty sure he’d love for a fucking family reunion, considering your departure and ruin.”

“What have I ruined? Hm? I’ve built an empire, my sweet prince. And your king comes to call upon you for a blood debt.”

I ground my teeth. “No.”

“You signed in blood. You will perform, or I’ll strip away everything you’ve ever loved. I took your mother. I’ll take your brothers. Your woman. Your children. Slowly, I’ll strip it all away, my son.”

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