Page 244 of The Lands Defying
“He treats me like I am the most important thing in the lands,” she tells him, and the words settle deep inside of me, soothing all of those little doubts that are telling me that I will fuck all this up. That I’m no good for her. “He is also mine, and he is everything I have ever wanted,” she growls, and my body lights up at the possessiveness in her tone. “You treated me like a pet, you abused me! Constantly. He would cut his own hand off before he hurt me again.”
He scoffs. “I did what was asked! That is all!”
“And what wasn’t!” Rhea shouts at him, her chest heaving. “You would wait until they were gone and come back down with your friends. You would torment me for hours,useme for hours. Do not lay there at my fucking feet and lie to my face. I was a child, that doesn’t make me too young to not understand what was going on around me, you sick fuck!”
I want to rip his organs out, I want to tear each of his fingers off for ever touching her. Then I want to rip off his cock for ever going near her against her will, ram it down his throat to make him feel what she did. I want him to bleed, bleed and fucking bleed while crying for his life to end…I want to—
“I’m okay Darius.”Rhea’s voice penetrates my mind and I breathe deeply, closing my eyes briefly and calling the power I didn’t realize I had let loose, back.
“Your place was always beneath me, Lasandrhea, don’t you remember?” Patrick taunts.
“I will show you my fucking place.” Rhea lunges at him.
I circle them as she throws the first punch to his face, bone crunching beneath it as bloodlust coats the air. She doesn’t let up, doesn’t give him a moment to recover as he tries to block her, grunting in pain as she continues her assault.
“Get off me you stupid bitch!” he shouts.
She doesn’t.
“That’s it, little wolf, don’t let up,” I encourage her. I want to hear him scream.
He raises a knee and it connects at her side, I growl, but she doesn’t even flinch from the hit—she does, however, manage to pull his arms down and get his face again.
“Good girl,” I tell her, as she brings her fist down on his ribs next, hitting him in the same place to break a rib.
She’s ruthless in her attack, her face twisted in fury, an angry snarl on her face.
So beautiful.
“Don’t let up, keep going,” I growl, and her knees join in, smashing them into his sides as he tries to get her off of him, as he wriggles and pushes and tries to attack back, but he has nothing on theyearsof pent up anger inside of her.
Nothing.
“Fuck,” I mutter as I circle the other way, getting my own quick kick in. “I love seeing you like this.”
She smashes his nose.
“Feisty.”
She grabs him by the hair and smashes his head into the ground on a scream.
“Angry.”
Her nails scratch his face, breaking the skin as blood pours everywhere.
“So bloodthirsty that I want you wrapped around me, looking like the warrior you are, Vihnarn.”
She picks up a rock next, which replaces her fists. Angry little snarls come from her with every blow. Patrick is barely fighting back now, barely moving as he gurgles blood and oh…I look down. He pissed himself.
Pathetic.
Blood splatters Rhea’s face and she grimaces. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll wash it off later.”
She pauses and looks to me then, eyes wild and alight with fury. She has Patrick’s wrist now in her hand, and I tilt my head to the side as I examine the hold.
“Just a little more pressure and it will snap.”
“Just a little?” she whispers, her hair falling down around her.
