Page 42 of Dove

She was mine.

Kincaid latched onto my arm, pulling me back as she yelled in my ear. I didn’t hear the words she was saying. All I could hear was the roar of my blood as a red haze descended over me. A sick jealousy making my stomach burn. All I could see was his body too close to hers. His lips moving towards hers. Her hands on him.

Had he touched her before? Fucked her? For how long?

“Maddox.” She shrieked. And that’s when I realized Tristan and Bash had joined us.

My eyes flicked to where Tristan held Kincaid around the middle as she tried to reach me. No, not me, Henry. Bash pushed past them and picked up the young kid by the collar of his shirt. He opened his mouth to speak, but Bash shook his head.

I stared at him, contemplating reaching for the knife in my pocket. Already imagining how it would glide into his skin, piercing him right between his ribs. I could practically feel his warm blood gushing down my hands.

“Stop! You’re hurting me!” My head whipped back to Kincaid as she shoved against Tristan. She kicked her legs and brought her arm back to elbow him. But his hold on her didn’t loosen as he looked at me with a smug smile on his face.

“Let her go.” I growled as I stepped towards them. His smile fell at the fury in my voice, but he didn’t release her. I didn’t care what she’d done; she was still mine. Mine to punish. “Do I have to repeat myself?”

“Seiserio?” Are you serious?He shouted as she fought against him, her white blonde hair falling around her face. “You just watched as she whored herself out to Henry, and you’re going to defend her.”

Red filled my vision. I wanted to take the pain in my chest and give it to someone else. I didn’t care who it was at this point, but someone was going to break. Someone was going to hurt like I hurt. “If you don’t let her go, I’ll chop your hands off.”

“You’re insane.” He scoffed as he dropped her. Kincaid fell to her knees before me. She looked up, her gray eyes wide in fear. It did nothing to calm the rage inside me. There would be no sympathy from me tonight.

She thought I was emotionless. That I couldn’t feel for her. Love her. She was wrong because I felt my heart-shattering at my feet as the demon burst through his cage. Looking for blood.

I roughly grasped the back of her arm and yanked her to her feet. Kincaid stumbled as I dragged her to the door. The car was waiting at the curb, and I didn’t hide my rage as I shoved her inside. The second my door slammed shut, she started pleading.

“Nothing happened.” She said as she sucked in a shaky breath. I ignored her as I turned the car on and pulled into traffic. “Listen I—.”

“Don’t talk if you want to make it out of this car alive.” She shrank at the threat in my voice. My knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as we raced through the city. It took everything in me not to close my fingers around her pretty neck. Not to rip the life from her body as she ripped the heart from mine.

“Please don’t hurt Henry.” She whimpered. “He’s g—he would never touch me. It was me.”

“Really? You’re going to beg for your lover’s life while you’re trapped with me.” I said through my clenched jaw. “Nothing for yourself. Oh that’s right, you want to die.” She flinched like I slapped her. My words landing; a direct hit. “While my little slut you might get your wish tonight.”

I reached out and harshly palmed her upper thigh, squeezing possessively. Kincaid’s mouth fell open on a gasp as her legs spread. I’m not sure she even realized she was doing it, leaning into my pain. My punishment.

There was no enjoyment in it for me. Not when jealousy and madness burned hot through my veins.

A second later, she snapped her legs closed and tried to push my hand away. My fingers bit into her flesh, bruising. She reached down and wrapped her tiny hand around my forearm. So small and fragile; she’d never be able to push me away.

But she surprised me by sliding her fingers under the cuff of my shirt and stroking my pulse. Gently she soothed me. Like it always did when Kincaid touched me, my anger cooled, allowing logic to come back in. Pushing the demon back into his cage.

I stared at her face, at the distraught expression marring her features. I considered her actions. Her reasons. She wasn’t interested in Henry. He was too sweet for her. She could deny it all she wanted, but she craved the demon inside me. No, what Kincaid had done was put on a show for me.

I replayed the scene in my mind. Henry hadn’t touched her. But she had touched him. She’d tried to kiss him in a public place. Somewhere she knew I would find her. She wanted me to find her. The question was why.

“You want me to kill you, Kincaid? Is that it?” I squeezed her thigh again. She wasn’t leaving me. Not even death would keep her from me. I’d kill myself and drag her soul to hell with mine. It was mine like mine was hers. Meant to be together regardless of life or death. “Otherwise, why would you have put on that little show? I know you did it on purpose. You knew I’d see you.”

She swallowed thickly as she crossed her arms in front of her chest and looked away from me. Effectively putting a wall between us. Her words were whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear her. “Maddox, please let me go. I don’t belong here.”

There it was. The lie she continued to tell herself. The remnants of her old life she clung to.

I was going to show her who she fucking belonged to. She was never going to try and get away from me again. After tonight she’d know who she was made for.

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Kincaid

Maddox slammed me against the dining room wall, pinning me in place with his body. My hands shot out, stopping my face from taking the impact as the air rushed from my lungs. My body shivered with fear and anticipation at being back in this room. It held memories of all the things Maddox had done to me before. Back when he only wanted me as a toy. Before he claimed to love me. Being here now scared me.

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