31. Chapter 31
Chapter 31
Raena
T he door shuts behind Royal as he drags Alek out, leaving me and a naked Maddox alone with a pathetic rapist strung up to the ceiling. I’m still trying to catch my breath and call my soul back to my body after that kiss. If I were wearing panties, they would already be ruined. I was already turned on from playing with Maddox and the blood, but goddamn, that kiss.
“I can tell by the ‘fuck me’ glaze in your eyes right now you need a minute to land back on this planet,” Maddox laughs, smearing more blood over his hands from Jackson’s back. “It’s okay. Trust me, that man turns even the best of us inside out with his ‘big dick Dom energy.’”
“He really fucking does.” My breathy voice sets fire back in Maddox’s eyes, bringing my attention back to the six-foot-something tattooed man in front of me– and his own ‘big pierced dick energy’ he’s swinging around.
I reach for the hem of my tank top instantly, but he puts his hand on my arm to stop me. “No. He doesn’t get to see you like that– ever again. And I’m not ready to pluck his eyeballs out just yet, so do me a favor and keep that body for my eyes only just a little longer,” he says as he swipes the blood down my arms and over my neck and chest that’s visible.
I can’t argue with his logic. As much as I want to roll around naked with this stunningly psychotic man, I’d prefer not to give this piece of shit a free show.
“You’re right,” I whisper, capturing his blazing gaze and returning it tenfold, letting him see the fire as it consumes me from the inside out. It burns hotter and brighter between us with every swipe of his bloody hand on my exposed skin.
Jackson’s cries are barely audible to me as I focus all of my energy on the beautiful man in front of me– Maddox– my feral little psycho. His depravity meets my darkness, swirling around us, igniting the embers of the fire burning deep within us. He doesn’t shy away from the darkest parts of my soul, etched by the monsters who tried to destroy me.
The monster they created demands blood.
Revenge.
Vengeance.
Maddox continues to coat my skin in the warm blood from Jackson’s back. Every touch zings through me like lightning in a summer storm, electrifying my body and shooting straight to my core. My eyes roam his body, chiseled to perfection and covered in ink. It’s hard to make out the designs with the blood coating just about every inch, but he looks like the stuff nightmares are made of. It should scare me, but it doesn’t.
In my nightmares, he’s the psycho that stalks in and helps me slay the real monsters, bathing me in their blood and fucking me in it. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realize how fucked up that is, but I can’t find it in me to give a fuck. I want this man to do his worst to me and make me beg for it. Even more, I want to unleash all of my own depraved cravings and make him beg for more.
“You look stunning, my Bloody Queen,” Maddox whispers, tilting my chin up and staring down at me when he finishes. He makes me want to end Jackson now so that I can climb him like a goddamn tree in this run-down shed, but I’ve waited too long to kill this motherfucker to waste the gift he’s given me. “What now?”
“Now,” I say, clearing the overwhelming lust and desire from my throat. “Now, we get answers.”
“Your wish is my command.” Maddox takes my hand, pulling me to the wooden shelves I picked up the dagger from. Tossing the bloody blade back on the shelf, he runs his hand over all of his playthings. “Pick your poison, Pretty Girl.”
Excitement courses through my veins, mixing with the adrenaline and arousal. A smile graces my lips as I look through the various tools and blades available. “I’ve only ever used my dagger,” I confess. I haven’t needed to use extended torture in my line of work, but I’m excited to learn from the master. “I don’t know what all of this stuff is used for. Want to teach me?”
“It would be my pleasure.” The devilish grin he gives me makes my knees weak, but I shove down the impending desire for now. We’ll have plenty of time for that later.
Maddox picks up a black handled rod, a little over a foot long. The tip tappers down slightly from the handle with two little metal prongs on the end. I have no idea what it does, but my curiosity is piqued. He grabs my hand, pulling me back to Jackson. Grabbing a chair on the way, Maddox places it in the middle of the small room, then guides me to sit before he turns to the asshole of the hour. The pathetic whimpering has stopped as he hangs limply from the beams– he must have passed out again.
Maddox places the pronged end of the rod on Jackson’s side, getting an immediate visceral reaction. Electricity shoots through the bastard, making him jolt away, his body involuntarily jerking in his restraints. Maddox rips out the gag in his mouth, filling the room with the beautiful screams of pain and despair.
“Welcome back, Jackie boy. Did you miss me?”