Page 198 of Kissing the Villain

Deal with it.

I wondered if she would show him the trick I liked, the one she did with her tongue.Did he like it?Was she letting him fuckall of her pretty holes? Did she come as hard for him as she did for me?

Not knowing wrecked me.

I swiped an open bottle of Macallan from an end table and gulped it down. It burned as the scotch slid down my throat. I needed to hurt, to feel something, anything.

Kali gave me another disappointed look that heated my skin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I growled.

Her nose wrinkled with disgust. “Why did you let her leave?”

She leaned forward, making no effort to cover her small tits. Her nipples were hard and had black and blue marks around the areola. Like me, Bastian and Damian enjoyed inflicting pain. My brothers fucked her up daily, like two animals fighting over their favorite chew toy. And Kali was the perfect conduit for their madness.

“You could have stopped her,” Kali challenged. “She only left because she doesn’t think you care.”

“You don’t know shit,” I snapped.

“She wanted you to go after her. Why did you let her go?”

“Because Marcello won.”

I wrapped my hand around the bottle of Macallan so hard I thought it would shatter. And I hoped it would, so I could feel the pain.

Pain is weakness leaving the body.

Let it go.

I narrowed my eyes at Kali. “If anyone else had captured our queen, they would be with her now.”

Was that true, though?

Fuck, no.

I would have killed another man. So why was I sharing her with Marcello? Because he would take care of her and treat her the way I never could. My girl was safe in his arms, but knowing that did not lessen my anger.

Why was I doing this?

To hurt her.

Sadist.

Hurt me.

Masochist.

I was so fucked up that no medical diagnosis could cover all of my issues. My father had taught me to welcome pain and learn how to control it before it consumed me.

I didn’t build things.

I broke them.

I broke us.

All because I was losing my fucking mind.

Marcello saved her.

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