Page 90 of Sworn to Revenge
Every nerve in my body is tingling, and it takes me a few seconds to process everything happening in this car, while Myko’s remarks don’t help at all to calm me.
Do you even have a heart? My childhood friend was murdered, and now my cousin is telling me that my life is worth more than his?I have no idea why I even bother sharing it with him.
She’s right, my huntress. His life wasn’t worth even a strand of your hair.
“Myko!” I roar his name in frustration, trying to shut him up and turns to Alin—anger is evident in my voice.
“This is the last time any of you make decisions on my behalf! Is that clear?” I glance between Pedro and Alin on either side of me, and neither of them dares to say another word. They only nod in agreement. Pedro’s hand tightens on my thigh under my grip—I’ve gotten so used to his touch that I forgot it was even there. I lean back and close my eyes for the rest of the ride as Miguel’s face haunts me.
I’m sorry, Miguel.
He was already at the point of no return when they brought him. Especially after he took that drug-laced arrow for you—even if you had sent him to the water first and risked yourself, he wouldn’t have survived.Myko explains, and I really want to believe him. But there’s still this small prickling burn in my chest that raises the question, what if? I take a deep breath.You’re lucky I’m not in the mood for a fight right now because you have a lot of explaining to do too! You freaking came out of my chest!
His roar now thunders in my head, making it clear he’s also not in the mood for questions either. But when it comes to annoying me, he’s a pro.
“Bay, we’re here.” Pedro’s voice pulls me back to reality, and I open my eyes to see the familiar building—my forever home.
Pedro
“What are you doing?” I raise an eyebrow at Bay as she heads toward the guest room in my apartment. No—ourapartment.
“Going to my room?” she replies, her voice questioning as if trying to understand where I’m going with this.
“Your room is with me now. I’m not letting you sleep away from me anymore.”
She gives a tired laugh. “Everything that happened is messing with my head. I can’t think straight.”
Without hesitation, I grab her arm, pulling her to me. “You don’t need to think to know the only place for you is with me. I’m not letting you go anywhere.”
Her breath hitches in surprise, but slowly, that exhausted smile returns to her lips as her gaze locks with mine. Without another word, she restsher head against my chest, as if it’s the only place in the world where she can truly lay down the weight she carries. My heart pounds—not just from her touch, which I wasn’t expecting, but from something deeper, something burning within me. Rage, yes, but something softer too—a need to protect, to shield her from any more pain. I want to burn this world down for making her carry so much alone.
I wrap my arms around her, holding her as if I could absorb even a fraction of what burdens her. I give her the space to let go, to melt into me, and feel her warmth seeping through my shirt, making my skin tingle with every deep breath she takes.
“What can I do to take away the pain you’re carrying?” I dare to ask when she stays silent.
She pulls her cheek from my chest, lifting her gaze to meet mine again, surprise clear in her eyes. “I don’t need you to take my pain. Just stay as you are when you’re with me.”
Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, and without thinking twice, I bend down, sliding my arms under her legs, lifting her into my arms. She wraps her hands around my neck, resting her head on my shoulder, her forehead pressed against my neck.
“You don’t have to ask for that. There’s no force in this world that could separate me from you. Not evenyou.”
“Don’t be so sure,” she chuckles weakly as I carry her toward the bedroom. I kick the door open with my foot, and it slams against the wall behind it. I carefully set her down on my bed—no,ourbed. The place she belongs.
I climb over her, my body looming above hers, her tear-streaked eyes fixed on me like I’m the only thing in this world she needs to see. She bites her lip, and I smile down at her mischievously, brushing strands of damp hair away from her nose, tucking them behind her ear. I lean in, pressing my lips gently to the tip of her nose, now scrunched up in that teasing way that makes my heart ache with desire.
Her chest rises and falls slowly beneath me, the steady rhythm inviting my attention. I trail my hand to the oversized button-up shirt she’s wearing—myshirt, way too big for her—making my cock throb just from seeing her in it. Slowly, I start undoing the buttons, one by one, starting at her neck.
Her breathing quickens, her eyes darkening with anticipation. I lower myself until my lips brush hers, feeling the heat of her soft moan slipping into my mouth.
“Are you going to make me wait much longer?” she whispers, her voice coming out as a raspy moan as my hand finally undoes the last button, teasingly tracing her waist.
“Shhh... you can’t rush art,” I murmur against her lips with a satisfied smile, pulling back slightly to admire her now-bare body. My eyes trace every inch of her—the intricate dragon mark that winds across her chest. It’s a work of art, marking her as something entirely unique, something only I get to touch.
The dragon’s head starts just behind her ear, its long body winding down the length of her collarbone, coiling beneath her breasts in a way that’s almost seductive. It wraps around her, its tail curving in the center of her chest, pointing down toward her navel. If it weren’t for that dragon inside her, this might just be the sexiest tattoo I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t share what’s mine,” I growl as my finger reaches the dragon’s tail.
“Shut up!” She bites out, voice tense with frustration, not looking at me. I grab her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. It wasn’t meant for me.And there’s that damned dragon again...
