Chapter 8 #2
I nod. “And then you left me,” I spit, dropping my hand. I leave the bathroom with her following hesitantly behind me as I make my way through the house until I get to the guest room Rune set up for me.
I know what she said earlier, but I’m goading her to repeat herself.
She stands in the doorway of the room before quietly closing the door behind her.
That’s… brave. What she knows of me is that I’m a fucking killer who will take whatever the fuck I see fit from her, uncaring of the necessary steps to get there.
And yet, she just shut herself in here with me.
She’s quiet for several moments before she repeats her words from earlier. “I-I didn’t want to leave you, Adris.”
“You say that, yet you did it anyway.”
Facts, Adris. Get the fucking facts and quit fucking pussyfooting around them with immature banter.
I sit on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh and beckon her toward me. Reluctantly, she listens and stops just shy of my reach. I allow it. For now.
“What happened, Wraith ?”
“It was my mother,” she supplies, but I already knew this.
Mikhail Kuznetsov was furious and beside himself for years after Odessa and her mother disappeared.
Odessa was the bastard child but the sole heir to the Kuznetsov bratva.
He’s been searching for her for all these years, but it’s something else that plagues the Pakhan besides his secret daughter’s disappearance.
“Why did she take you and run?”
“Why is the fucking sky blue, Adris? That world is dangerous and my mother was tired of living in fear. She loved Papa, but she loved me enough to leave him and try and give me a shot at a normal life. ”
“Doesn’t look like she did much better.” I gesture to her bruises and her eyes instantly well with those pesky-ass tears.
“That’s because we never made it,” she snaps at me, her chin quivering. “Mama was killed before we even made it an hour outside of city limits. An enemy of Papa ran us off the road, then shot my mother point-blank.”
That is new. According to my father, they turned the city upside down looking for them and had never mentioned anything of the sort.
As if the evidence of her mother’s death—of her and Odessa’s entire existence—had been scrubbed.
Wherever she’s been over the last decade, it wasn’t paradise, that’s for fucking sure.
I look at the woman before me, needing more answers from her before I go completely off the rails and start another killing spree. “And what about you? What happened to you after she was killed?”
She swallows thickly, shifting her stance from foot to foot. Tears free-fall down her cheeks in heavy rivulets as she whispers, “I was taken from the wreckage and sold.”
The icy blood that already ran through my veins freezes. My body goes rigid and all I see is red. My voice is low and controlled, though I feel anything but. “Sold? By who? To whom?”
My jaw ticks as I wait for her to answer. Little does she know she’s feeding me my next kill. Knowing I’m this close to sinking my arrows into another mark has me nearly salivating with feral excitement.
She takes a hesitant step forward, her brows drawn down. “What are you going to do to him when I tell you?”
I tilt my head at her. When. Not if… I grab her by the hem of her shirt and give a firm tug, effectively yanking her closer.
I catch her body as she stumbles over her own feet and settle her to stand between my spread thighs.
Her golden skin breaks out in goosebumps when I trail each of my hands up the backs of her thighs.
“You really want to know what I’ll do to the man who bought you? To the people who sold you?” I give her a wicked grin, looking up at her from beneath my lashes before placing a hot kiss to the space between her breasts, over her shirt.
Her lips roll between her teeth for a contemplative moment, then she nods.
I lean up and bite her left nipple through her shirt, tugging lightly.
She gasps and her hands fly to my hair. “You want me to tell you what I’ll do to the man who dared to touch you?
” Another nod, and her fingers tug at my strands when I move to tease her other breast. “To hurt what fucking belongs to me?”
“Yes.” Her instant confirmation is nothing more than a breathy gasp.
My grin is so fucking wide that it has skipped manic, and morphs straight into deranged when I grab her hips and flip us around, and toss her onto the bed with a bounce. I’m on her before she can brush her wild, pastel hair from her eyes.
I do it for her. Of course, not because I’m a gentleman, but because I want her to see the full extent of her monster that will forever fucking haunt her, slaying all other demons and monsters who even think about breathing the same air as her.
I pin her hands above her head before licking a slow line up the column of her neck. “When I find him, I think I might tie him up with some rusty barbed wire. Let him hang just far enough off the ground that he can’t find any relief.”
Scraping my teeth along her jaw, she bucks up beneath me, her hips seeking friction but I shift down her body and settle my weight there so she can’t move. “Then I’m going to cut off every single finger that he has ever laid upon you, knuckle by knuckle.”
My tongue laves over my initial on her chest and she yelps. “Oh, fuck .”
Her hands find their way back to my hair as I shift even further down her body.
I nip at each of her hip bones before placing a languid kiss just over the mound of her pussy.
She’s bare beneath the shirt, since I didn’t offer her the bottoms that Calix had left.
It’s easy access and I fucking need her bared to me at all times because I will tear apart any barrier that threatens to keep me from her.
“And while he’s screaming from having stumps for hands, I’ll take my time carving his fucking doorstop of a dick from his body. I’ll make him watch as I douse it in gasoline and set it on fire.”
Her eyes widen in shock before rolling to the back of her head when I drag my tongue up the length of her pussy before sucking her swollen, needy clit into my mouth. She’s already sensitive to the touch with how red and thoroughly used her flesh is from fucking her so roughly in the woods.
I hear Calix whimper from somewhere outside the door, no doubt being the nosy, horny little shit that he is.
Turning my head, I bite down on her inner thigh.
Odessa makes this seductive mewling sound that goes straight to my cock.
“But just to make sure he doesn’t pass out on me, I’ll inject him with adrenaline and make him watch me with wide eyes as I drive one of my arrows right through the center of his pounding heart.
” Another slow, languid lick up her drenched pussy has her knees quivering and squeezing around my skull.
“Then I’ll fuck you in his blood as a reminder of who the fuck owns you, body and soul. ”
I look up to see that her dark eyes are obsidian with how blown out her pupils have become. She’s panting and her brows are drawn together. Her voice shakes as her words are forced out on a whisper. “There’s something seriously wrong with?—”
“Me?” I supply, but she swallows, shaking her head.
“ Me ,” she counters. I lower my head, keeping my lips barely a whisper away from her pussy while I await the rest of her statement.
I can practically see the insanity lurking behind her eyes.
It seems to be that my Wraith also has a sick, depraved little monster just like mine.
All caged up and gnawing at its bars, and I’m going to fucking set her free.
Her next words bind her to me in ways she’ll never escape from, because she’s just fed my hungry beast exactly what he wanted to know.
“Because his name is Santino Ferrero, and I want to watch you tear him apart, piece by piece. ”
It’s the last words to pass her lips before I dive in again, rewarding her for her compliance.
Meanwhile, I’m becoming more and more addicted to not only her taste, but the sound of my name on her lips while making her come repeatedly on my tongue, fingers, or cock.
Only, the satiation that I feel in taking control of her body does nothing to quell the urge to wreak havoc on the world around me.
It’s quite the opposite, I fear. Every time life sparks in her eyes by fighting against me for control, the way the yearning for death evaporates with my every touch?
It’s also a reminder that there’s a group of motherfuckers out there who took her from me and bled the will to live from her soul.
And that has me more than ready to drown the world in a sea of sinew and blood.