Page 117 of Depraved

I placed my thumb on her lip and dragged it down, her lips smacking together as my fingers traveled down her chin. “Say you’re mine, Alyx.”

Crystal blue irises stared up at me, filled with so many mixed emotions. Confusion. Attraction. Desire. Lust.

Her lips parted, and I already felt the buzz starting at the back of my neck, the anticipation of her saying the words I was dying to hear tingling down my spine. But then she closed her mouth, a hint of defiance flashing across her face.

I gripped her jaw, puckering up her pretty pink lips before claiming them with my own. This wasn’t a kiss. It wasn’t a display of affection or lust. It was an act of possession, of me taking ownership of her.

My tongue explored every inch of her mouth, and I drowned her soft moans by kissing her harder. I wanted to get drunk on her sweet taste, knowing it was probably the closest a motherfucker like me would ever get to heaven.

I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist, pulling her against me and casing her petite frame with my own. Feeling her tits against my naked chest made me want to feel the warmth of her pussy around my cock. But this moment was so much more than a fuck. It was about finally sealing our fates.

As I tore my mouth from hers, I nipped at her bottom lip before looking her straight in the eye. “You need to say you’re mine.”

She licked her lip like she was savoring my taste, but she didn’t say a fucking word. My defiant ballerina girl.

I smirked, slightly amused by her clearly not willing to give me what I wanted…yet.

I wiped my lips with my thumb, still tasting her sweetness. “You’ll be glad to hear I’ve been spilling Python blood ever since we found Neon.”

Her eyes widened, but it wasn’t fear I saw swirling in those crystal blues. “Promise me you won’t stop until you’ve killed them all.”

My cock hardened by the stark contrast of her delicate, sweet voice murmuring such deadly words. “I swear to God.”

She pushed herself up on her toes in search of my lips, and I kissed her once more. Gently. Slowly.

I was about to rip my pants off and fuck her again when there was a knock at the door. Instantly, annoyance made me ball my fists.

“What?”

The door swung open, and I turned to find Ink standing in the doorway, eyes looking straight at Alyx. “Um…”

“Ink, you better stop looking at my woman if you want to keep your fucking eyeballs.”

“Oh, fuck. Yeah.” Ink turned around. “Dude, Trick just called. We got a situation.”

I tossed Alyx my shirt, which she quickly pulled on. “What situation?”

Ink rubbed the back of his neck and turned back to face me. “Yeah, we should probably talk in private.”

“Sure. Wait for me outside.”

Ink glanced over my shoulder at Alyx, and I scowled at him.

He shrugged as if to say, ‘what?’

I frowned. “I’ll cut out your eyeballs.”

“Fine. Just hurry the fuck up, would ya?”

Ink left, and I turned to face Alyx. “I’ll be back.”

She nodded, and I kissed her on her forehead before I left.

I closed the bedroom door behind me and turned to Ink. “What’s going on?”

Ink seemed restless. “Tanit got roughed up.”

“What?”