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Shepp grunts, sending Arrow a strange look I can’t decipher, causing Arrow to grin.
“That was me, though,” he says cryptically. “But back to you, Kitten. Who did it? Whose head am I going to put on a spike in our backyard and then feed their body to my lions.”
“Lions?” I ask, raising my brows. “What lions? What the fuck is happening?” I try to yank at my hands, but Shepp holds them in place with his iron grip. Bastard. He and I are going to have a very long discussion later about why he’s hiding his ability. I’ll pry it out of him like they’re trying to pry my secrets from me.
“Focus!” Jericho growls, reeling the other two in.
“Sorry, Daddy Jer,” Arrow coos, jolting back when Jericho slashes the knife at him.
“I’ve told you before not to call me that. I’ll put another hole in your body if you don’t stop.”
“I love it when you promise me things,” Arrow chuckles, moving back again when Jericho swipes at him. “So close,” Arrow taunts.
“Fuck’s sake,” Jericho grumbles, settling his eyes on me with such an intensity that I shiver. “Maybe we should remind her who she belongs to,” Jericho murmurs, transfixed on my scar.
“I can gag the secrets out of her,” Arrow says with a grin, cupping himself through his jeans. “All this chasing and blood has got me so damn hard and horny. I could go for hours now, Kitten.”
“You hear that?” Jericho says in a more demanding voice. “You're ours, and we’re going to prove it to you once and for all.”
I flinch when Jericho nicks my skin with the edge of the blade directly over my scar, before handing the knife over to Arrow for safekeeping.
“Fucking ours. You've belonged to the Devils since the day you punched your first bully.”
I nod, breathing through the stinging sensation of the cut. He groans, running his fingers through the blood dripping from the cut, and holds them up to the moonlight. His tongue pokes out, swiping at his lips.
“I want your words, Little Chaos. Your apologies. Your confessions. I want everything you have to offer. Your bloodshed. I'm going to crawl in your skin and carve out everything I need,” he growls, getting lost as he touches me. “Will you give me all of you? Will you succumb to us?”
No. I want to say. He can never have all of me. Because I'm not whole. My pieces are floating in space, belonging to a man who will decimate me completely. And Jericho, Arrow, and Shepp? They’ll completely dismantle everything in my life.
I roll my lips together.
“I see,” he remarks, running his blood-soaked fingers down my stomach toward my panties.
I shudder when he rips them completely off my body. Not giving me a chance to protest his actions. I wouldn't, though. My mind scrambles when his eyes lock on my bare pussy after throwing my ripped panties into the darkness surrounding us.
Tall trees sway above my head from the light breeze at the end of the storm. In the distance, I still hear the thunder rumbling as it travels away from us. I’m frozen by the look of desire in his eyes. He’s hypnotized by me, watching my chest when I heave a breath, begging for oxygen.
Jericho Viotto looks at me like a starved man ready to consume his meal after months in the desert with nothing to eat or drink. He looks at me like I might be the key to solving all his problems.
I shiver under his stare, which seems to hang in the air for an eternity. Everyone else disappears when I’m under his intense gaze. It’s just me and him. Completely exposed and vulnerable, laid out like a naked feast. His eyes burn through my flesh, memorizing every scar littering my body from the months of torture I endured at the hands of a monster.
“Smile, Kitten,” Arrow rasps excitedly, holding a Polaroid in front of his face. A flash goes off, blinding me momentarily, until the picture pops out of the front. “So beautiful. I’ll add this to my collection.”
“Collection?” I swallow hard when he shows me the picture displaying my naked body.
He grins at me, waving the photo around until he shoves it in his jeans pocket. “Yes. My collection.” He raises a brow. “I’ve left you so many gifts over the past few weeks. Did you like that someone was watching over you while you slept?”
“Of course, it was you,” I say through the haziness of lust pouring through me, getting the confirmation I had suspected since the night I beat Leighton’s car into oblivion. I would have confronted him sooner, but I got kind of distracted. You know, getting arrested and all.
“Twas me,” he says gleefully. “I’ll watch over you night after night from here on out.”
I’m pulled from my thoughts when the sharp slap of a hand barrels down on my exposed pussy, causing a yelp to leave my throat. His palm grinds against my clit as two fingers tease my weeping cunt, begging him to enter and take care of the ache persistently gnawing at my insides. I shudder when his palm moves across my clit, sending goosebumps down my flesh, and my toes curl. Another hard slap to my pussy has the breath leaving my lungs and my mouth suspended in a silent scream. Over and over, he punishes me. Slap after slap, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm that evades me.
“Fuck I’ve missed this,” Jericho mutters, shoving two fingers into my pussy and slowly pumping them in and out. “I missed the way your cunt grips me tight.”
I squeeze my eyes shut when his thumb brushes over my clit, brewing fire through my veins. My pussy contracts with want on the edge of seeing stars and coming, but he pulls back, slapping my pussy again.
“How can you miss something you’ve only had three times?” I rasp, tilting my head to look at him.
