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Seeing her covered in someone else's blood, snaps something inside. It's not the usual calming effect that blood has on me, it's monstrous. It's the devil in me, acknowledging my two loves.
I pull her mouth to mine, hand firmly planted on the nape of her neck. Kissing her, I swing her around, slamming her onto the pool of blood on the desk.
Avery doesn't seem fazed, too focused on me as I kiss her heatedly, ravishing her face and neck.
Reaching down, I lift her skirt up, ripping her underwear off. The fabric tears instantly, dropping next to the face of the now dead guard.
I dip my blood-covered hand in my shorts, pulling my hard cock out. Without waiting, I slam into her body, sending little bits of blood flying all over the carpet.
Avery cries out at the force, hands digging into my shoulders and biceps as I smash our hips together.
She's mine.
I won't let anyone take her from me.
Pulling back from her lips, I look her directly in the eye, our faces covered in little droplets of blood. "We're bonded by this blood. Together, the King and Queen of the Unhinged."
Before she can respond, I cover her mouth again, reaching down to rub my fingers against her clit. Her hips buck into my hand, making me growl as she meets my thrusts.
I'm so close to exploding in her, filling her withmyessence. Because she's mine.
Fucking mine.
When I feel her cunt spasm around me, her moans and cries falling into my mouth, I fuck her harder than I ever havebefore, letting the blood soak into her hair and shirt. And then I blissfully detonate, filling her tight little body.
Mine.
No one is going to take that away from me.
I'll kill every last person until we're the last two left. And then we'll burn the world down together.
Chapter 32
Damon
The candle in my room flickers, sending shadows into havoc, climbing up the walls.
I'm sipping on a glass of aged bourbon, the bottle on the bed next to me as I wait.
I've sent Grey to search through Arthur's office for information. He's probably due back any minute with his findings. It's around two in the morning—we probably only have five hours before Arthur returns. He'll know immediately that we've been in there, and I'm expecting backlash.
But I can barely focus on that.
I'm repentant, disgusted with myself.
I don't remember the last time I lost control. I'm supposed to be the master of it, the one who never falters. After all, I'm setting the example. The society needs me, now more than ever, and for a brief thirty seconds, I nearly ruined everything I have worked hard to build.
And I fucking did the unthinkable.
Not only did I enter into a period of mania, breaking my most absolute rule… I did it with fuckingAvery.
I cannot stand her. Her docile act, her knack for getting into trouble. She has everyone wrapped around her little fingers… except for me.
I was tolerating her for the sake of Grey, but slowly, somewhere along the way, I think she got to me as well.
In retrospect, I should have seen it coming. From the first moment she argued back, to the time she slapped me, I should have recognized that I had her figured out wrong.
Avery isn't like the other women here. Underneath the layers of nauseating emotions, she's fearless. She has no regard for herself, and while that normally wouldn't bother me, today it did for some reason.
