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I laughed as best I could while trying to ignore the stabbing pain in my ribs. “I was doing pretty well myself. You didn’t have to maul the other hunters. I would have done that, you egotistical asshat.”
He snorted. His musical laughter lilted with the fury coiled in his big muscular body.
“Oh, Little Shadow, make no mistake.” Crouching down and running a gentle hand down my cheek. “You’ve always been mine to kill. There are no other hunters. Just you and me.”
His caressing hands suddenly gripped my neck, pushing me down hard yet still somehow cradling my head from harm.
He mounted my body, his powerful build caging me underneath him. Besides his hand at my throat, he wasn’t touching me. I couldn’t decide at that moment if I was happy about that or not. His lips were so close to mine. I suddenly froze. I was not able to think clearly, but then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a shining light from a crack in the wall.
Instantly, I knew where I was and how to be free. Truly free. Looking into the eyes of my monster, I filled the space, my lips going flush against his. The taste of blood, sweat, and pure heat radiated in my mouth.
It made me dizzy, my body not prepared to flood with warmth and go lax against his naked chest. I could tell Lucius felt the same way as his body relaxed, his hand falling away from my neck to steady himself on the ground.
His eyes closed, and he deepened the kiss. His tongue battled mine, twisting, sucking, and biting. His hand slid between my thighs, my wetness, and the enemy’s blood dripped from me. Sliding between the folds of my pussy, slipping the blood over my clit.
Shaking my resolve, he groaned in my ear. “I always thought you looked beautiful in red. But now, bathed in your enemies’ blood, your cunt is so wet and ready for me. You. Look. Radiant. I need to feel you. I need to see that smile of pure ecstasy on your face again. I need it almost as much as I need your life.”
I twisted my body away from him, the pain in my side sobering me, pulling him back down to me, savoring the taste of him one last second. I reached for the metal pipe and smashed it into the wall above me.
Hearing Lucius’s confused outrage, I took a deep breath and dove under the crumbling wall. Finally, away from his heat, his damning taste and touch, and straight into the icy waters below, cleared my focus fast.
The wall was crumbling around me like dominoes. I roared, searching for my Little Shadow. I refused to believe that she escaped me again. My head was still spinning from her lips, and the pure taste of her…she was intoxicating.
Toxic.
Her very own poison.
I picked up the rocks, flinging them to the side, blindly searching for her in the dust.
Gaaahh…Where did she go?
Coughing from the continued cloud of debris, I finally retreated, running out of the cave and up to the city floor to breathe in fresh air. Looking like something out of a Halloween movie covered in blood and dust, I hightailed it back to the club. Markus was there. His arrogance was as clear as day. He certainly didn’t look the part for someone known as The Butcher.
“Don’t you know it’s not nice annoying someone in their own home?” I griped, walking past him to the bar and scrubbing my hands to rid them of the dried blood.
Markus never liked being ignored. His ballooning ego would never allow it.
He pretended like I hadn’t spoken.
“Oh, always the diligent soldier, aren’t you, Lucy Bell?” I glared. The nickname pissed me off. “Why do you look like ‘Carrie,’ from that horror movie anyway?” Markus pointed at me, plopping down onto a barstool and leaning over to watch me sink my arms halfway into the sanitizing basin behind the bar.
I wondered if any of the blood I was washing away was from my Little Shadow.
She didn’t look injured when I arrived, but I couldn’t be sure. It was so damn dark in that hole. Perfect for her size, but I had been swinging madly at nothing, and I was only lucky to catch the shit-stain men who’d captured her.
Why the fuck they thought they had any right to manhandle my Little Shadow…
Mine. Not theirs.
The pink marks from their thick fingers on her porcelain white skin had me seeing red. And Pedro—he’d overstepped big fucking time. Not only had he stripped my Little Shadow naked, showing her lushly perfect curves, but he’d marred those curves with his disgusting boot.
He deserved more than what he’d gotten. The need to go back to that crumbled tunnel and smash his severed head until it became red paint for my walls was amplified.
“Are you really going to keep ignoring me?”
I snapped my head up. My murderous instinct made my body vibrate, and my glare stopped on the man who was too stupid to see just how much I needed to kill.
“What do you want, Markus,” I wiped my hands and arms with a white cloth, soaking it to a blackened maroon. “Or should I say, ‘The Butcher?’”
