Page 129 of Taming Seraphine

FORTY-NINE

LEROI

Kissing Seraphine is like tasting the finest, most exquisite wine. She’s delicate and sweet, yet there’s an edge of something dark to her that resonates with my twisted soul. She’s intoxicating.

Fucking Seraphine, being enveloped in her tight heat, and eliciting those sweet whimpers is like coming home. She’s a perfect balance of decadence and innocence that I’ve never seen in another, let alone in a woman so beautiful.

I’m powerless to resist her.

Pulling back, I gaze into her eyes, and they sparkle with an emotion that mirrors mine. It’s as if she’s truly seeing me and accepting the monster, and I’m the only person in the world that matters.

Her cheeks are flushed and still smeared with another man’s blood. Strands of damp hair frame her face, clinging to her forehead and neck, she’s more beautiful than ever before.

My heart swells with a heady mix of tenderness and protectiveness. I can’t remember feeling so close to anyone since before my family’s rejection. Seraphine would never recoil if I killed to protect her; she would worship me like a god. It only proves that she’s my perfect match, created only for me.

“Are you alright?” I ask.

She smiles, her expression blissful. “Never better.”

Placing another kiss on her swollen lips, I moan, “You belong to me. Body, mind, and blood.”

“Forever?” she whispers.

Forever has never sounded so sweet. “That’s right.”

Tightening my grip around her legs, I step back from the wall and walk across the room. We pass Rochas, whose corpse sits slumped in the chair, his lower half drenched in blood, forming a thick pool on the concrete.

The corner of my lips lifts into a smirk. He’s a mutilated reminder of what happens when someone crosses what’s mine.

I pick up the bag of clean clothes I left on the counter and turn on the sprinkler.

“What’s that for?” she asks, her voice light.

“To clean up this mess. Dried blood is a bitch to get out of the floors.”

She giggles. “You care more about the state of the floors than you did about your dead poker friends.”

I open the security door, step out into the hallway, and pause for the automatic lights. As they flicker on, I meet her huge, blue eyes. “That morning, when I woke up, seeing them all dead, the first thing I thought about was you.”

Her lips part with a gasp. “What do you mean?”

“I thought someone had broken in to steal you back. The thought of you being taken… It made me murderous.”

She pauses for several heartbeats before raising trembling fingers to the side of my face. “You cared for me even back then?”

“From the moment I saw you in the dark,” I say, my voice choked.

Seraphine cranes her neck to reach my lips, and I meet her halfway in a kiss that feels like salvation and hope. I thought fucking her hard and fast against the wall might break her, but it’s only brought us closer.

We’re kindred spirits, bonded by blood. I want to keep Seraphine at my side forever because she gives my life a new meaning. When she’s near, I’m no longer the outcast on the fringes of the criminal underground, but a man with a purpose.

I carry her to the bathroom, a functional white room with a large soaking tub. After placing Seraphine on its edge, I drop the bag of clothes on the floor and turn on the taps.

She glances around the tiled space. “Why does an interrogation room need a bath?”

“I had the tub installed once I took over the firm. Sometimes, even a hitman needs a little rest and relaxation between torturing hardened motherfuckers for information.”

Her tank top has already gathered around her waist from when I cut its straps, revealing beautiful, firm breasts, tipped with rosy pink nipples. I reach out and circle each areola with my fingertips, making her shiver.

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