Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Sin pulls it away and Marcus slumps in his chair, his jeans turn darker as he pisses himself. Sin inspects his mouth. “Broke a few teeth biting down on that metal, huh? That’s a bitch.” I see blood mixed with the drool now running onto his already blood-stained shirt.
“Look at her.” Sin points over to me. When Marcus makes no attempt to do so, Sin jumps up from the chair, grips Marcus’s face and shoves it to the right to get a look at me. “See her. She’s not a nobody.”
Sin watches the tears fall from my eyes with a proud smile on his face, and a sob racks my body. “She’s mine. And that makes her the most important person in the world. Understand?”
Marcus sniffs, and nods his head the best he can, which isn’t much with Corbin pulling on the chain and Sin’s hand on his face. He lets go of him.
He kneels in front of Marcus, holding out the blowtorch in front of his last good hand. Marcus throws his head back, sobbing. His bloody covered chest heaving. “I watched this one slide under her skirt where you proceeded to finger her cunt. My cunt. It has to go.”
Marcus sobs and Sin presses it to his flesh. Marcus’s entire body stiffens, his veins protruding in his neck. His skin red like he’s burning from the inside out.
I’m screaming at the top of my lungs. Tears and snot run down my face over Jayce’s hand as he keeps me pinned in place.
Sin stops and Marcus’s body sags in the chair. He looks over at us. “Let her go.”
Jayce steps back, letting me go. I pry my hips and lower stomach from the island and take a step toward Sin but fall to my knees. They’re numb. Blood cut off from how hard Jayce had me pinned.
“I’m … sorry,” I say through a sob. “I’m so sorry.”
He turns the blowtorch off and sets it on the counter. Then he walks over to me. Kneeling, he places his forearm on his thigh. “That’s my girl.” Leaning forward, he gently presses his lips to my forehead. “Such a good little demon.”
I cover my face with my hands, and I feel him lift me up. “Clean up this mess,” he barks before carrying me out of the house.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
SIN
I STAND AT the end of our bed. She’s passed out. I brought her home, gave her a bath, and she was out before her head hit the pillow.
Her and I are a lot alike, if you think about it. Lords are trained, groomed, and manipulated. You can put fifty average men in a room with a hundred Lords and they’ll be able to pick each one of us out. Even if they weren’t aware our secret society existed. Why? Because we’re raised the same. We’re conditioned to think a certain way. We’re meant to be possessive, dominating, and fucking vile. Death means nothing to us.
James took the training he got from the Lords and used it on Ellington. Where I spent three years of celibacy for initiation. He put her through three years of initiation too. She listened to grown adults talk about their fucked-up fetishes and kinks. Her body craved it but was never allowed a release.
Am I mad that she willingly left Blackout with Marcus? Absolutely. Can I blame her for it? No.
I’m the fourth man she’s ever been with. But what if she wouldn’t have caught me that night at the party killing James? What if she hadn’t seen the masked me save her? I wouldn’t have been getting her off those two years. She would have worked her way through the college. Man after man. Dick after dick. I had to keep her at arm’s length but satisfied at the same time.
No one knows how fucking hard that was. It was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a starving man.
Elli needs constant reminding that she’s owned. That she belongs to someone. Otherwise, she feels lost. Like a child roaming the streets looking for their parents who don’t give a shit about them.
My cell begins to vibrate in my pocket, and I pull it out. My brows crease when I see who it is. Exiting the bedroom, I answer. “Hello?”
“My office. Twenty minutes,” he snaps before hanging up.
Pocketing my cell, I walk back into the bedroom and kiss her forehead, pulling the covers up to her neck. “Sweet dreams, little demon. I’ll be back.”
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I STEP INTO the back entrance and take the elevator up to the third floor. Exiting, I knock on the door.
“It’s open,” he calls out.
I step inside to see Tyson Crawford leaning his ass against his desk at Blackout. It’s seven a.m. and he’s dressed in black slacks and a matching button-up with the sleeves rolled up. Like me, I highly doubt the man has been to sleep. “You wanted to see me?”