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“Apollo…” A throaty whisper called out to the beast.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. “I can’t touch you… yet all I want to do is rip you open, just to watch you bleed. The thought of shredding your carotid, the blood flaring with your pulse, the vision makes my dick hard.” I ground myself against her. “Are you wet? Are you as turned on at the thought of your death as I am?”
“No,” she moaned, her head shaking from side to side.
“Liar,” I whispered into her ear. “I can smell it. Remember, I was your first. I’m the one in control of the euphoria your body demands.”
“Shut up.” She twisted, screaming as she bucked against me.
I smiled, knowing I’d pushed her over the edge, her control shattering. Gone was the weak little girl nipping at my heels. When I got closer, my mouth hovering above hers, she didn’t hesitate. She latched on to it with her teeth and tore, the metallic flavor erupting in my mouth. I could feel it running down my jaw to my neck.
If she wanted my blood, that was fine, but she owed me hers in return.
“I hate you.” She shoved harder, the tacky red substance coating her lips and teeth.
“It’s a proven fact that hate sex delivers the most pleasure, so I hope you loathe me, Sienna.” I grinned before adding, “The medial prefrontal cortex regulates decision-making, triggers a reaction when you see someone you are physically attracted to.”
She struck out against me before rolling to her side and climbing across the bed. She shrieked as I pulled her back by her ankle, her leg kicking out and meeting air, my movements agile and deadly as I countered each strike.
“The dorsomedial prefrontal cortex lights up whenever you’re near, sends impulses that allow my blood to flow, and creates pressure in the corpora cavernosa, making my dick hard. For you.”
She scratched and fought against me.
“Fight harder.”
One moment I felt her pushing me away, the next she clawed for me to get closer. I stopped above her, my lip still bleeding and my neck littered with scratches.
“Fuck me,” she commanded again, throwing her head back as I filled her with one hard thrust of my hips. “Shit!”
I didn’t relent. My pace only quickened as the painful truth dissolved between us. Slowly, my soul lightened, pulling back from its internal disruption of agony. I licked a tear from under her eye and she moaned as I thrusted harder, my breath coming out in short pants. My muscles tensed as the strongest orgasm settled into the distance and I ran full steam towards it.
She scratched, moaned, and begged as I ripped orgasm after orgasm from her body. I kept up a relentless pace, surging all my agitation into each thrust. Punishing her. Pleasuring her was my way of showing her how much I cared. It was my version of giving her something back after all I’d taken.
I told her small truths, but the most deceptive lies were the ones she created in her head. She blamed me for the brutal honesty of what I wasn’t capable of. She despised the fact that the truth wasn’t what she wanted—something she couldn’t control. I was her protector, but I wasn’t sure if it was enough.
For either of us.
She curled up on her side, putting as much space between us as physically possible. The distance didn’t matter. This push and pull was relentless. And I’d come to the realization that this only ended one way.
With one of us dead.
I left her in bed, her toned ass peeking out from under the covers as she lay on her stomach. My dick hardened at the promise of being buried inside her one more time. Instead, I slid into my pants and closed the door quietly behind me. I needed to make a call to confirm it was safe to come back.
“Where is she?” Alexei answered on the first ring. Once I told him she was fine, he quickly turned the conversation on its heel.
“Let me correct you. One, herpassionis merely lust, a chemical buildup in the brain. Two, her irrational anger had her turning her back on her own family, branding herself a traitor.”
“That’s what you think?” Her pained voice sounded behind me. “That I’m so far gone that I’d allow my anger towards myfamilyto make me a traitor?”
I stood up to look at her, admiring her in my black shirt. “A traitor is a noun. A person who betrays another.” The silence stretched between us. “You betrayed the family for a crooked crown granted to you by our enemy. It’s a factually based assessment, Sienna.”
“Take me home,” she demanded, turning before twirling back around and yelling, “Gio was released because John was protecting Persephone. I have everything they need to take him down.” She tapped her necklace and pivoted on her heel, disappearing inside the cabin.
“You idiot,” Alexei muttered. “The FBI’s too close. She didn’t want to see any of you behind bars, so she set him up. She recorded his fucking confession, jackass.” He hung up on me.
Fuck, how had I gotten that wrong?
The car ride was filled with an ominous silence but also riddled with a sexual persistence that forced me to steal glances of her. Her quietude was disconcerting and, without words, I could already tell her mind was actualizing a plan—one that would no doubt end with chaos.
