Page 19 of Vengeful Union

Ah, there’s that little girl shit again.

“Psycho Boy, surely you have better things to do than try to intimidate a girl.”

His chuckle is deep and throaty. “Intimidate you? Please. You’re not even hiding the contempt you have for me. You’re not scared. No, you’re actually fucking enjoying this.”

I shrug. “Unlike you, I have people who give a shit about me, and not because of what I can give them or whether I can help them climb the ladder. You kidnapping me was a big mistake, Finn.”

His nose brushes along my neck. “You’re mine, Destiny. I own you. Every single inch of you.” His hand slides down my body, his fingers caressing my skin.

God, he’s not even done anything and I’m burning for him. This isn’t good. I can’t want him. No way.

“You don’t own me. My father is a bastard who’s playing everyone at their own game. You won’t win.”

He chuckles again. “Watch me.”

I take a deep breath and throw my head to the side while stamping my foot on his instep. I catch him off guard and he releases me, and I push myself against him.

“We’ll see,” I reply, then turn and walk away from him.

His arm bands around my waist, and he pulls me back against him. His cock’s thick and hard, nudging against my ass. “Be very careful, Destiny.”

This is the second time within the space of minutes that I’ve been warned to be careful.

I hate being told what to do. I’ve always been rebellious. It’s one of my quirks, as my mom would say. My father hates that I’ve always pushed against the rules he set.

“Maybe you should take your own advice,” I tell him pointedly. “You do not know the mess you’ve got yourself into.”

He thinks it’s my father he has to worry about, but it’s not. Far fucking from it.

“Little girl,” he taunts. “Welcome to the seventh circle of Hell. There’s no redemption, no forgiveness, and no absolution.”

“Sometimes, Psycho Boy, we’re not worthy of those. What we deserve is to burn in Hell.”

His arm tightens around me. “You say that with such certainty.”

“Life is never certain,” I tell him. Especially not in our world.

“So cynical for someone so young,” he muses out loud.

I shrug. “I’m going to die, anyway. Whether it be at your hand or my father’s. Why would I be optimistic?”

He tenses behind me. “What do you mean by your father’s hand?”

My laugh is bitter. “You didn’t think Daddy dearest was holding me captive out of the goodness of his heart, did you?”

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Finn

Ispin her around so she’s facing me. “Your father planned on killing you?” I rumble.

I knew Carter was a fucking piece of shit. I didn’t realize just how much of one he truly was.

“Why?” I bark out, needing to understand why her father would want her dead.

She laughs bitterly once again, her eyes hard as glass. “You think you’re the only one he wanted to sell me to? Come on, Psycho Boy, you know better than that.”

She needs to stop with the psycho shit.

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