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“I … I lost it, Ares. I’m sorry. She kept going on and on about you. She asked about your scars, and I … I just gave her some to match, you know? Showed her what it felt like to be you.” His words shatter me.Hemarked her. He puthismarks all over her body. She’s a monster now, just like me. Anger claws at my stomach, up my throat. I scream, keeping his head pinned between my hands.
I release him and take a step back, just looking at him.
“Ares, I know you’re mad, but it’s what we always do,” he whines.
“It’s what we do,” I repeat the words.
“Yeah, it’s what we do. She wanted to know what it was like for you growing up, Ares. I showed her. I showed her exactly what it was like.” I cock my head and look at him. He saw what happened to me. He saw the marks, the scars, the pain. He saw it all, and now he’s given it to her. Sage didn’t deserve this. She isn’t one of us.
“Sage, go in the bathroom and take a shower,” I instruct her, but she doesn’t move. Instead, she moves toward me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting her head on my chest. I know she can hear my heart hammering inside me. I know she can feel me vibrating with anger.
“Sage, I mean it. Go take a shower.” She shakes her head when I grab her shoulders roughly in my hands. I jerk her away from me and hold her at arm's length. My chest is heaving now as I look at her. “I’m going to lose control, Little Lamb.” She still doesn’t move. She stands her ground as I nod my head. Then I shove her to the side and pull my fist back, slamming it into Juno’s face. He stumbles back but quickly rights himself. What he doesn’t do is make a move to fight me back.
“Come on, Juno,” I taunt him. He shakes his head as I pull the knife from my jeans and move toward him. I plunge it into his side before pulling it free as he yells in pain.
“You don’t want to fight me back?” I ask him.
“You aren’t going to kill me, Ares.” Now I laugh manically. He doesn’t think so? Oh, how wrong he is. He did damage to something that was mine. He ruined her. Ruined my little lamb, and he thinks he’s going to live?
I step in again and slam the knife into his shoulder. He cries out in pain but still doesn’t move to fight me back. This goes on for a few more minutes until he realizes I’m not playing with him.
“You aren’t going to kill me,” he repeats, sounding like he doesn’t believe that anymore. I smirk at him. I walk over to Sage and grab her face in my hands roughly, forcing her lips to part. Then I take the bloody knife and wipe it on her lip. She tries to pull away, but I don’t let her. I laugh in her face before I release her and turn back to Juno.
I don’t need to speak. I don’t need to tell him anything. Instead, I walk behind him, trailing the blade across his shoulder before grabbing his hair in my hand and yanking his head back.
“You still believe I’m not going to kill you after what you did to her?” I ask him. He nods his head, and I laugh louder before pressing the knife to his neck. Then I drag it across his throat. It only takes seconds for him to bleed out when I drop him to the floor. I hear Sage gasp, her hand covering her mouth. I look down at Juno lying lifeless on the floor. Then, I move toward Sage. She wraps her arms around herself, watching me warily.
I bring my hand up to cup her face for the briefest of seconds before I spin her around to face the other way. Then I’m shoving her down over the back of the couch, pulling my cock free and taking her wildly. Sage screams for me, just like always. Maybe more so this time. I don’t take it easy on her. I fuck her roughly and hard. I fuck out all the anger and rage that sits inside my chest.
I keep going, pumping my hips into her as she pants and moans. My little lamb likes to be fucked like this. Wildly. She’s enjoying it.
I reach down and grab her hair in my hand as I take her harder. I jerk her head back so it’s bent at an awkward angle, but I don’t care if it hurts her.
I don’t ease up either, not until I come. I shoot my seed inside Sage, filling her and not caring if she comes this time or not. I pull out of her and examine the marks on her back. They need to be cleaned and taken care of, but now isn’t the time.
Instead of cleaning her up, I grab her hand and drag her toward the bed. I pull the blanket back and motion for her to get in. She climbs into the bed carefully, no doubt still in pain. I climb in next to her and pull her toward me. Sage doesn’t deny me what I need right now. She moves closer and rests her head on my chest as I breathe.
21
We lie in silence for a long time before Sage breaks that silence.
“I was going to call you,” she admits.
“Don’t talk, Sage,” I warn her.
“He took the phone and busted it.”
“Be quiet,” I tell her this time.
“He said this is what you do to women,” she adds.
“I said shut up, Sage!”
“Is that what you wanted to do to me? Are you mad that he did it first?” She doesn’t understand how pissed I am right now. I just need … silence. I need to hold her and not hear her.
“You think that’s what I wanted to do to you?” I ask, trying to keep myself calm.
“I don’t know, Ares. Maybe you told him to do it.” Now I’m even more pissed. I jerk my arm out from under her and sit up quickly in the bed.
