Page 8 of Shadow

Overall, I was feeling really alone and guilty over putting Church in the position he was in. He’d told me I could choose, but I was beginning to realize maybe he had an idea of who I could choose, and Bryce wasn’t on that list.

I wouldn’t push it. Mirage assured me it would all work out in the end. I believed him. Always. This time would be no different.

I snuggled deeper into Sin’s pillows, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne on the fabric, my heart aching because I missed him so much. Waiting to see him again was tearing me apart inside. Grateful that he had survived, I would wait for his return. The guys reassured me that he was fine and just needed to heal before coming home.

And Cady.

My poor sister. I prayed the atrocities Adam spoke of hadn’t come to pass. Based on what I’d seen, I wouldn’t be surprised. Adam knocking them out before they could even defend themselves sickened me. It showed exactly the sort of monster he was.

Neither regret nor guilt haunted me over his death.

Confusion did, though.

I wasn’t really myself that night. Or maybe I was. The lines had become blurry, and I needed to talk to someone about it, but whenever I tried, the words wouldn’t come.

Story of my life.

The important takeaway was that I didn’t know what was happening to me, and that terrified me.

I must have dozed off because I awoke to being jostled and pressure between my legs. I opened my eyes to find Church staring down at me.

Crinkling my brows, I gazed back at him through the dim moonlight.

“I’m upset,” he whispered, pulling out and pushing back into my pussy. I gasped but didn’t try to stop him.

“I don’t want him to take you from me.” He pulled out once more and slammed back into me. This time, it hurt, and I whimpered at the bite of pain he brought with his movements. He continued to fuck me, the vial of my blood on his necklace hanging low and brushing against my lips with every thrust into my body.

I made to touch him, but he let out a snarl and pinned my arms, all while continuing to rut into my body.

“Don’t touch me,” he husked out.

I hated that he thought I’d let anyone take me from him.

Angry, I fought back, thrashing beneath him until I’d rocked him off me. He fell onto his back against the mattress, and I wasted no time straddling him.

He stared up at me, his green eyes dark but filled with surprise. I grabbed his arms and pinned them over his head, and sank onto his cock, earning a soft hiss from him.

I held him beneath me, rocking on his dick, fucking him, and hoping he got my message.

He tried to move his arms, but I let out a snarl and pushed harder, picking up my pace on his cock.

A muscle thrummed along his jaw, his breathing heavy, until a soft groan slipped past his plump lips. His lashes fluttered momentarily before he snapped his eyelids open to stare at me. I came, dampening his groin and thighs, my own breathing ragged.

I kept riding him until he bared his teeth and let out a feral groan, his cock twitching deep inside me, his seed filling me completely. His body shook from his orgasm, all corded muscles and power.

Finally, he stilled, his breathing still heavy.

I leaned down and ran my lips along his jaw until I got to his ear.

“Mine,” I whispered into it, releasing his arms.

He didn’t hesitate. He switched our positions so fast my head spun. He loomed over me, his hand gripping my jaw tightly as he stared down at me.

“Say it again,” he said, his voice low and filled with darkness.

I stared up at him and licked my lips. “Dante. You aremine.”

“I will always only belong to you,” he answered back, his grip still tight on my face. “I made a vow to you, Sirena. If you try to fucking leave, I will find you. Don’t make me chase you. Not like that.Not for him.” He released my face only to move his hand to my throat, where he squeezed, a terrifying look on his face.

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