CHAPTER FORTY
Layla
“When someone wrongs you, do you torture them?” I ask, as he brings his lips down to my neck and kisses me there before speaking under the base of my ear, his hands sliding over me.
“If someone steals from us, I take their hands.” His voice is gruff and makes me break out in goosebumps.
I don’t know what it says about my morals, but God help me, I whimper with the idea of him being capable of such a violent task.
“If someone shares information about our club, or if someone is a rat, I take their tongue.” I imagine the darkness in his eyes in those moments, the man he’d have to become and the certainty with which he’d strike.
I feel my wetness gathering. For all the reasons it shouldn’t turn me on, it does, and Sean knows it. His hands slide over my hips, and he coats his cock in my blood and my eyes roll back.
“I will hunt down and beat any man who threatens us.” His lips press to mine as his thick middle finger slides through my center, bringing my wetness and our blood up to my clit.
“T-then what?” I ask breathlessly.
“Then, if need be, I would repeatedly bring them to the point of death, until they talk. When they finally do and I no longer have a use for them, when I’ve gotten what I need, I watch the life drain from their eyes in a way that satisfies me.
” His finger slides into me, pumping slowly, in and out.
It’s methodical and intentional, curving into me, coaxing that tight coil of heat to grow as his thumb slides over my clit.
My eyes flutter closed and I wonder just how fucked up I am, because I’ve never been this turned on.
The sight of our blood together, becoming one, fuels me as I seek more.
“What do you mean, in a way that satisfies you?” I push him to tell me more.
Sean adds another finger, working faster as his lips trail up my neck, to my earlobe, sucking it into his mouth before he bites down then speaks low.
“It means that when I remember, when I look back on that kill and how I carried it out, I know there were no loose ends left untied.”
“No loose ends?” I moan. “Fuck,” I bite out, gripping his shoulders as my legs begin to shake. Sean holds me steady with his free arm around my waist as he pumps in and out of me roughly.
“It will be clean. It will be decisive, and it will be swift.”
“That’s … fucking savage,” I mutter.
“That’s the man I am,” he whispers.
“But the cross … on your finger.” I can barely speak. I’m so fucking close. “You must believe in something … a higher power, a judgment of some kind?”
“This cross is simply a reminder that all the sins of the men I kill are absorbed by me when they die. I bear this cross like my father before me. It’s part of my truth.” He kisses my lips as I rock my hips into him. “A man who injures his countryman—as he has done, so it shall be done to him.”
Listening to Sean talk about the shameless violence he’s capable of while quoting the Old Testament as he fucks me with his bloody fingers is a contrast I would never have expected to drive me over the edge, but it does—almost instantly.
“An eye for an eye, little dove,” he adds. “Watching them die, knowing they won’t hurt me or anyone I care about ever again, brings me satisfaction.”
I moan loudly as his lips come down on mine, kissing me deeply. My pussy clenches around his fingers as my orgasm begins to crest. I want the madness, the beast in him. I want all of him and I’m helpless to stop it.
“I’ll take care of you, Layla, above anyone else, because the only place I’ve ever found peace is with you.”
“Sean!” I cry out as I ready to come all over his fingers with his confession.
The strength of this man who would protect the people he cares about without hesitation.
It’s so natural, so instinctive, it makes sense.
Without warning, he lifts me up, carrying me to the kitchen table.
He swipes my placemats onto the floor before depositing me there, lining his now bloody cock up with my aching core.
He’s so hard and leaking precome, and his eyes tell me he’s about to wreck me.
“Your blood is now mine,” he growls, feeding me the first inch.
“And mine is now yours.” He lifts his fingers, still covered in me and our blood, and pushes them into my mouth.
I suck them, tasting us and copper, inching myself closer to him, desperately trying to take more of his cock, needing him as my pussy clenches around him.
What kind of woman wants to hear that the man her body begs for is a ruthless killer?
What kind of a woman wants him to fuck her like this as their blood coats his cock?
Me.
I am that woman. The way he lives his life goes against everything I’ve always been taught, but it doesn’t matter. Sean Hunter is the most honest man I’ve ever met, and he wants me for exactly who I am, untamed needs and all.
“You’re a good girl on the outside, but inside you want nothing more than to be fucked by the immoral savage.”
I look up at him as he pushes into me more. His blood drips onto my thigh and I moan, tightening my legs around him. Welcoming him.
“Fuck me … please,” I beg. “I want every brutal piece of you. I want it all …” I don’t even get the words fully out before Sean is pulling back out and thrusting in to the hilt, deep inside of me. I cry out as my head falls back, then I close my eyes and give in completely.
Everything in my body is heightened, every cell, every nerve. I feel Sean’s movements like we’re one. The warmth of his breath, the blood on my skin, the bite of his teeth on my neck as he fucks me, the pleasure and pain of him stretching me, claiming me. Making me his.
“Fuck, the sight of your bloody cunt … sucking my cock in so deep …” Sean growls as he watches himself fuck me slowly.
“Clenching me so tight, look at the dark side of you, Layla June.” He drives into me again and again, and all the while our blood leaks and blends together, smearing across my stomach and his.
Somehow, the sight makes my pussy throb even more. He’s right, I do have a dark side.
He grunts unintelligible words, pushing back into me again as he watches where we become one. “Christ, you’re fucking destroying me, Layla.”
He doesn’t even let me fully adjust. Sean is on a mission to mark me, claiming me for his own pleasure, and it’s only heightened by the brutality of this moment between us.
His name leaves my lips in a moan as his hand, coated in our blood, angles my face down.
He slams into me, pulls out all the way to his tip, then drives back into me again, hitting a place deep inside me that makes me feel faint.
I cry out, but just when I think I can’t take him any deeper, my core begins to tighten, and my body begs for more of the animalistic way he fucks me.
I’m begging him, “Harder … harder … please …” as I wrap my arms around his strong shoulders. I move with him, my nipples grazing his chest and hardening further. My entire body feels ready to explode as I back up just enough to look down to where we connect.
“You want to watch me fuck you? See how this tight little cunt milks my cock? Begging for my come?”
“Yes!” I cry out. “Deeper Sean, more …” My words trail off, watching us move together.
There are no words as the pain blends into pleasure the same way our blood becomes one, until there’s no line between the two.
“That’s it. Beg me Layla,” he growls, showing me that he craves my submission as much as I crave the dark in him. He’s lost in this moment as much as I am. His hand tightens around my throat and his eyes are crazed as he sees me like this, covered in our blood.
There’s nothing I can do but whimper as Sean drives into me relentlessly. I’ve given up on trying to even breathe properly, but the limited oxygen is heightening everything and my body begs him to keep going.
“Seeing you like this, bloody and helpless,” he murmurs.
“You’re marked by me now …” He thrusts.
“The things you know …” Thrust.
“They belong between us, just like our blood.” Thrust.
“Sean, please,” I moan as my orgasm takes hold of every fiber of my being.
“Yes, scream my name. Remember this moment.”
“Sean …!” I cry out. I have nothing left as my pussy tightens and I come hard, all over his cock.
His growl is deep and unforgiving as he murmurs my name into my lips.
My body tenses and I grip his shoulders so tight I think I could cut him, but it’s the pain he craves right now. It’s what he wants.
“Do you understand what this is?” His eyes glimmer with intensity. “Do you understand this man that I am? Who owns you? Who fucks you now?” He brings his face down to mine, his hand still circling my throat. “Make no mistake, we can be one, but I will slit your fucking throat if you betray me.”
I have no idea how it’s possible but I feel the heat center between my thighs, exploding again as he begins to wrench another orgasm from me.
He kisses me as he groans, squeezing my throat tighter so I can’t breathe at all, as if he realizes it will make me come harder.
Dots line my vision, and as I start to come I feel him grow harder inside me.
Then he loosens his grip, and I come undone, clenching his cock as he releases the deepest growl, biting into my bottom lip so hard the taste of copper fills my mouth.
“My blood, my body now.” Sean grips my hips as he circles his own, his actions growing rough as his cock jerks and pulses inside me. “Fuck!” he bites out through clenched teeth.
I just let him claim me, because there’s no turning back now. No matter how wrong it should feel, it doesn’t. It feels right.
Everything about this savage man is my home.