Page 85 of Wrath

Every fucking inch of her.

Taking everything I had to give, she gyrated against me, grinding her warm, wet pussy over my cock. Fuck. This woman was going to be the death of me.

I could feel her ass and her pussy clenching all around me as her second orgasm started to take hold. My body grew rigid as my release inched its way through me. I couldn’t hold back a second longer. I came, and I came hard. I kept myself seated deep inside her, relishing in the feeling of her pulsing around my cock.

After several seconds, I removed my finger, then dropped to the bed next to her. Her hands fell above her head with a dramatic sigh. “Holy shit.”

“Um-hmm. My sentiments exactly.” I quickly tossed the condom, then slipped my arm under her and pulled her close. “You’re incredible.”

“Right back at ya.” She rested her head on my chest as she whispered, “I love you, Charlie.”

“God, I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know.”

My words were barely a whisper, but I meant them all the same.

I’d come to her room to tell her that she was going to move in with me. It was something I probably should’ve asked, but Mia was mine. I wanted her under my roof and in my bed every fucking night.

It was something I could’ve told her then while she was lying there next to me, but my exhaustion had caught up with me and I passed out cold.

I slept harder than I had in days, weeks even, and the next morning, I woke feeling good—really good. Mia was still sleeping soundly, so I decided to pay my guests a little visit.

They’d been with us for several days, and while I was growing tired of fucking with them, they had it coming for what they’d done to all those women. We’d been able to help the girls we found the night of the attack, but there were so many others who couldn’t be helped. We wanted to, tried to, but they were simply beyond our reach.

It was those women I was thinking about when I walked into the playroom.

His breaths came in slow, rattling gasps as he lay there sprawled across the table bleeding out. His hands were bound with arms open wide. His feet, too.

Holding true to his despicable self, Miguel didn’t plead for help or ask for mercy. Instead, he glared at me with fury in his eyes, showing no remorse for everything he’d done. On more than one occasion, I’d considered putting a bullet in his head, but that would’ve been too easy. He deserved to suffer.

I stood over him and smiled as I asked, “How you making it this morning?”

“You’re going to pay for this.”

“Yeah, you keep saying that.”

I took the blade that was protruding from his gut and gave it a twist. He bellowed in agony, then warned, “They’ll come for you... just wait and see.”

“No one’s coming, Miguel. No one gives a flying fuck if you live or die.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“You know why!” I roared. “You took all those women. You sold them...”

Stitch had warned me not to lose my temper.

That would be giving them the control.

It wasn’t an easy feat, especially when it came to people like Miguel Demarco. After seeing what he and his brother had done, I wanted nothing more than to finish him off once and for all, but I wasn’t going to give into my rage—at least, not yet.

I motioned my head over at Antonio as I snarled, “And then, your brother brought my ol’ lady into the mix. He put her life in danger, and for that, he paid a hefty price.”

Miguel grimaced as he looked over at his brother.

He was hanging with his hands bound over his head by a thick metal chain. His clothes were gone, his body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his throat was slit. That was enough to make a grown man squirm, but seeing his brother’s manhood—or what was left of it, had to be hard to stomach.

I’d torched it, leaving nothing but charred remains of flesh. It was a well-deserved punishment for what that motherfucker had done to all those helpless women. I took another knife and drove the blade into his left testicle, and he bellowed out in agony. “A price you will be paying soon enough.”

I left the blade stuck in the table and started over to the Demarco’s physician. I was about to give him hell when I spotted Savage sitting over in the corner. I was so focused on the task at hand that I hadn’t even noticed him.

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