Page 146 of Broken Souls
She shakes her head as she starts to sob. She’s so fucking weak and pathetic. She can’t even experience a bit of pain to save her own life. Always hiding behind daddy’s name and the belief that no one will punish her for being a bitch.
Well, this time she messed with the wrong woman.
I might not be Varius’ all the way. But he ismine.
“Or would you rather ride him up your cunt?” I point the blade at the V between her legs. “Pick or I’ll do them both.”
“Please!” She shakes as she sobs. Turning over onto her stomach, she tries to drag herself to the portal.
“My choice it is.”
Grabbing her by the ankle, I yank her towards me. She screams as her nails try to dig into the floor. I aim the knife at her cunt and pull her towards me some more. The blade now points past her knee.
“Stop! Please!” She sobs as her hands scramble for a grip. “I’m –” She breaks off on a scream of terror as I touch the tip of the knife to her inner thigh.
“What was it he supposedly said to you? ‘Your cunt feels so good. Ride me just like that.’”
“No. I was just –” She screams as I slowly stab her. The knife cuts smoothly through her flesh, but it’s quickly halted by her pelvic bone. Her legs spasm as she convulses; she’s going into shock. I grab her hip and yank the knife out, then ram it in again in one fast, hard movement. The pelvic bone can’t stop me this time. The knife slams in all the way to the hilt.
She cries out, but she barely has the strength anymore. Her sobs are broken and weak. The pain she’s feeling must be overwhelming. But it’s nothing compared to watching the man you love fuck trash like her.
I feel like I’ve actually walked in on them. Her telepathy might not be strong enough to cause my brain to bleed or my nerves to fry, but her talent is more than enough to have made me smell and see and hear every fucking thing that would’ve come with walking in on the scenes she showed me.
I felt the metal of the door handle in my hand, the carpet beneath my bare feet. The air smelled like hours of sex had just taken place. It was so strong I could almost taste it on my tongue. I heard the wet slurp of her pussy as she took him and the harsh panting of them both. And gods, I heard those fuckingwords.“Your cunt feels so good. Ride me just like that. Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum. Yeah. I’m going to cum in your tight little pussy.”
Pulling out my knife, I slam it into her again. Over and over until her pussy is a shredded mess of meat that will never feel my husband’s cock again. “Fuckingwhore.”
She’s lying there in silence now, in too much pain to move. Blood pools around her lower half and is splattered all over me. The knife is slippery from how much coats my hand. I pull it out one last time, and more bits of her vagina fall out of the hole that was her pussy.
Breathing hard, I move up her body. I kneel over her waist, my legs straddling her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yank her head and half her torso up, arching her back so she can look at me. She stares at me with glassy eyes that are almost lifeless. She’s lost a lot of blood. Too much to survive without a healer now.
Recalling the image of her deep throating my husband, I line the knife up with her lips so the edges of it are pointing up and down. She doesn’t fight me. Can’t. She’s on death’s door, but she isn’t there yet. Tears fall down her face. She’ll feel this.
“Swallow, bitch.” Holding her gaze, I shove the knife deep down her throat.
Fifty
HER
Blood gurgles up past her lips.
I hold her gaze coldly, then yank the knife forward. The edge of the blade catches on her lower teeth and jaw, so it takes me multiple attempts of slamming it down like a lever as I fist her hair to hold her up. Blood splatters down onto the floor. The tip of the knife starts to poke out of her back. I finally make it through her jaw, splitting her chin down the middle. Opening up her throat so all her life can bleed out.
Shoving her onto the floor, I look at her in disgust.
“So...you get all your rage out, bruh?” Maddox asks, and I look up to see all of the brothers standing around me. Leno is looking a little pale, but Maddox looks kind of proud and in awe. Khalid looks indifferent, but Varius looks fuckingpissed.
“No.” I say, glaring at my husband. The image of him fucking Bobble Head Bitch morphs into that of him with Khalid’s girl. My fingers tighten on my knife. “You and I need to have a chat,” I growl.
Zara might’ve been a bitch, but she’s given me one thing I needed – the courage to confront him aboutThat Bitch. There’s no detail he can tell me now that’ll be worse than what I’ve seen.
“Yeah, we fucking do,” he says tightly. Reaching down, Varius pulls me to my feet, then drags me towards the exit. “Deal with her,” he snaps over his shoulder at his brothers.
“What the hel is your problem?” I snarl as I try to tug free. His hand tightens like a vice. “You’re the one who told me to kill her. I tried to apologize.”
“You goaded her,” he snaps.
“She showed me the two of you fucking! You would have killed her if she’d showed you me, you hypocritical –” He spins me towards him, yanks the knife out of my hand, and tosses it. Then he grabs both of my biceps and hauls me up towards his mouth. My legs instinctively go around him just as his lips crush down on mine, stealing my breath and my words but not my fire. I shove against his chest and bite his lips, but he just grabs my throat and cuts off my air. My lips are forced apart as I struggle to breathe.
