Page 27 of Sinful Submission

My skin still ached where the hands of my captors had gripped me during the ordeal. The violence was a constant part of my memory now - both what had been done to me and what I’d done in return.

That guard’s head exploding from my bullet... the wet splatter of his brains across my face…

“I killed someone,” I said.

Cruz’s hands stilled on my skin. “Yes.”

“I liked it.”

His gaze dropped to the bruise on my shoulder, his nostrils flaring. “We know.”

“Does that make me?—”

“It makes you ours,”Storm said from the doorway. I turned to look at him. Storm had stripped down to his boxer briefs, his muscled chest bare and shoulders broad. “Let me wash you up, Princess.”

I stood, letting Cruz help me out of my torn clothes. The fabric was stiff with dried blood - but not mine, primarily others’.

Candlelight castedshadows across the walls in the dim lighting of the bathroom. My hands shook slightly as I stepped into the water, but Storm steadied me with a firm grip on my elbow.

The heat enveloped me as I sank down, drawing a moan from my throat. Storm slid in behind me, pulling me back against his chest while Cruz knelt beside the tub. Only Titan remained a part, watching from the shadows in silent thought.

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”Storm’s hands worked soap across my shoulders, washing away blood and grime.

“Cruz taught me.”

Storm’s chuckle vibrated through my back.

“I taught you the basics,” Cruz said. “That headshot was all you.”

Pride bloomed in my chest, along with a sinister thrill that I tried to dismiss. Still, the memory of the kill made heat shoot to my pussy and I bit my bottom lip. Storm must have felt the change in my breathing because his hands stilled.

“Your pulse is racing.”His voice dropped lower. “You’re excited.”

Cruz leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “How does it make you feel now that you’ve had time to process this?”

I grabbed Cruz’s jaw and pulled his mouth towards me. “Powerful.”

Our lips crashed, and he inhaled my tongue while Storm’s hand rubbed and tweaked my nipples.

“Mmmmm…”I purred, knowing all too well it was Titan’s favorite sound.

Like clockwork, he emerged from the shadows, his gaze dark and drawn to me like a moth to a flame. I pulled back from Cruz, my pussy thumping like an aroused whore.

“I need you,”I said, my eyes on Titan, but I was talking to all three of them.

“You’ve just gone through a serious ordeal,”Storm said. “Don’t you think you should relax, get some rest, and then we can circle back to?—”

“No.”I was adamant about what I wanted. And rest wasn’t it.

“He’s right,”Cruz added, “don’t be hardheaded.”

Laughter bubbled from my gut, but it didn’t sound like the light, airy sound I usually gave. This laugh was an undiluted, deep, edgy sound that surprised even me.

“She’s consumed byit.”

My eyes flipped back to Titan, and we all knew what theitwas that he spoke about - violence. His baritone was deep and wolfish as he continued.

“The thrill is in her blood now. Let’s give her what she wants.”

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