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I suck in a deep breath because this is a first for me. I’ve never been a violent person. But I don’t consider this violence. I reserve the right to my retribution, too. Jack avenged me. Now, I’ll avenge myself. And purge every hellish scrap of Thaddeus from my being.
Touching Jack’s chest, I smile, lower my hands to his belt, and ask, “Will you fuck me in front of this filthy piece of godforsaken shit while I sink my fingers into the pool of his blood?”
He catches my wrist, pausing. My heart leaps in my throat, and I wonder if he’s going to refuse. I’m not behaving like Belle right now. I am Belladonna, the poison of the Covenant. And I’m going to make Thaddeus swallow every last drop while he expires.
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Let it be said that I love you, Belladonna Holloway…
Bella
Heavy breaths echo in our bond right before every muscle in Jack’s body flexes.Belladonna Moore...he lowers his voice to a deep, silky growl with just a subtle edge of sharp hunger.It would be a pleasure.
He steals the breath in my body when he sweeps away his belt, cracks it on the ground, then positions me in front of him. On my hands and knees. Facing Thaddeus. My former captor, my former nothing, narrows his eyes in one minor gesture of ferocity. It’s short-lived before the pain invades him again.
Jack lifts the sheer gown, bunching it up around my waist. I’m not prepared for him swinging the belt to bring it down on my buttocks. A yelp leaves my throat, followed by a whimper as he gently rubs the burning flesh.
This is how you master a beautiful woman and punish her like the goddamn queen she is, as she surrenders her power to the man who has won her.
I repeat his words verbatim out loud. Another sharp thwack. I lurch, my eyes glazing over from the punishing pleasure. Grinning, I snap my teeth at Thaddeus. He tries to move, but he gets a mere inch before clutching the site of his ruined privates.
With every strike of Jack’s belt, I dig my nails deeper into the ground until my hands drown in Thaddeus’s blood. His skin whitens like a corpse. His breaths turn shallower.
After a few more blows until he’s reddened my ass and sent liquid heat to my core, Jack chucks the belt and grips my hips. And the second Thaddeus takes his last breath, my Jack thrusts into me from behind, burying every delicious inch inside me. My eyes slam shut, and my moans and cries fill the air as he fucks me. Hard.
When I blink, opening them again, Thaddeus is still, eyes open but hollow, pulse lifeless with a dead heart. His heart was dead long ago.
But I’m soaked in his blood, and my husband is pumping into me, his hips slapping my burning ass.
You are mine, Belle,Jack growls, triggering more wetness to soak his engorged muscle.Fuck, yes, that’s my good girl, dripping all over my cock.
“Mmm!” I moan as he takes my hair, fisting it before yanking me back, forcing himself in deeper. Stretching and straining my flesh.
He shakes from the invasion, his fingers digging into my hips. Leaving bruises I want because they match his fingerprints. I squirm and writhe, coating my arms and chest in the blood of Thaddeus. Poetic justice to soak in his cursed bloodline, knowing we have finally ended it.
I squeeze my inner muscles, and Jack groans deeply.Thunderation, Belle, I can’t hold off much longer. So damn wet. Look at you. My sweet little bookworm loves me fucking her before that miserable corpse. I don’t need to see you to know how beautiful you are like this. Goddamn gorgeous. Perfect for me in every way.
His dirty talk gets me hotter, causing me to squeeze around him more. He ejects to the tip, and I let out a muffled curse right before he drives his cock back into me—all the way to the back of my cunt.
My inner muscles flutter. The world teeters. I fall off it.
Fuckfuckfuuuck! Jack curses, snaps, and rams me hard, shooting ropes of hot seed into me while I’m screaming from the orgasm that thunders into me from all directions. Wave after wave of pure, punishing bliss crash over me, soaking me, surging molten tingles all over my skin.
I don’t get the chance to catch my breath. Not when Jack pulls out before tugging me into his arms until I’m straddling him. Notching his crown against my opening with his hands on my sore ass, Jack impales me. Sealing me to him like a precursor to the eternity we will share as one flesh, one heart, one soul.
I screech as I come, the orgasm ripping through my veins, igniting my blood, and sending me soaring through a shower of bursting stars. They erupt in my blood until I feel myself glowing on the inside. Jack fucks me through the orgasm, his hand cupping my breast, kneading the flesh, and rubbing the nipple.
Jack lowers his fingers to capture my slippery clit, and I seize, crying out at the sudden jolt.Come for me again, my wild woman,he commands in the voice of my rogue of a highwayman.
As he masterfully works the swollen nub back and forthwhile pistoning hard into me, I fall over the edge again. The explosive orgasm triggers his, and he grips my ass, body crashing against mine. His hands reach for mine, joining our fingers as he thrusts and finds his release, unleashing himself and roaring through it all.
I hardly know what’s happening when he jerks me up, though I can barely stand, and sweeps me into his arms. I whimper against him, my swollen pussy clenching around too much nothing.
“Ugh!” I groan my protest. “What are you doing? I wasn’t done.”
Nor am I,he says in a deep voice of promise…a dark vow.Trust me, Belle. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll be walking fucking bow-legged.I shiver, but there’s nothing in me but more desire, more need for him.I’m fucking you all day. Minimal breaks for food, liquids, and bathing as I take you on every damn surface in my manor until night falls and my head returns. And once my head returns, I’ll spend all night kissing you, licking you, and loving you with my mouth, my tongue, and my teeth. Prepare yourself, my wife. Our honeymoon begins tonight.
Heated tremors shudder through me, and every nerve ending sings at his vow. As he carries me toward his manor, I press my head against his chest and gasp. For the first time, I feel his heartbeat beneath my skin. My tears spill freely as I tap his chest, memorizing the rhythm of his pulse, steady and unbreakable. I hold onto that sound—our sound—because we no longer have two hearts, but one.
