All Chapters of Throne of Blood: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

CHAPTER SEVENTY ETHAN POVNicolo’s earlier words about what they did to his grandmother tighten a noose around my throat, suffocating me with each gruesome detail. I stormed in front of Pakstan and grab him by the throat.“How the fvck did you let them take her? Where the fvck were you?”His guard moves to intervene, but Pakstan dismisses him with a wave. “Not that I have to fvcking answer to you. They wouldn’t have taken her if I were there. I was fighting one off, and when I turned around, they were carrying her and Aleksander into a van.”“Aleksander was taken too?” Laye’s suspicious gaze shifted to Pharaoah and back to Pakstan. “Why would they take a guard?”“Fvck if I know.” Pakstan brushes off the soldier fussing over his bleeding arm.“In Pharaoah’s place,” Pharaoah pants, gripping the Albanian tightly. “They took Sasha into my place.”Sasha? Ah, right. The Italians and their nicknames—how they associate Sasha with Aleksander is a mystery.“It still doesn’t make sense why they

CHAPTER SEVENTY – TWOROSE AMARA’S POV I swallow the clog in my throat and open my mouth. Ever since that day I first gave Ethan a blowjob, I swore to never do it to any other man after him. Ever since that moment, I felt like every part of me belonged to him and him alone. Now that I'm in this situation, I can only think of him and how much I wish he were here because if he were, no one would ever touch me. But since he’s not, I need to get this done myself.As soon as the bald guy's dick is inside my mouth, I bite it as hard as possible. A metallic taste explodes on my tongue. The guard by my side kicks me in the stomach, so I release his boss. I grunt as I push away from him. The bald man wails, and I back up, using their distraction with their leader to reach Aleksander.They're too busy to notice me, one imprisoning her and the other trying to shove his dick inside her. I use all my energy to kick the one holding her down and steal his gun. Aleksander kicks the other one, then h

CHAPTER SEVENTY – FOUR ROSE AMARA’S POVIt would hurt so much if he treated me differently, as if I were a broken doll. I would think he no longer wanted me, that what I experienced today made him hate me. But that seems far from the case now when he kisses me with so much wildness I can’t keep up. It’s like he’s sucking at my life essence and giving me his in return.He lowers his hand down my body until he grabs the globes of my ass. “I’m going to own this soon, baby. You better be ready for that.”I don’t know if it’s his words or the strange rush of arousal, but a tinge of impatience grabs hold of me. I want him inside me. Anywhere would do, even if it hurts—especially if it hurts.His cock nudges against my entrance, and I spread my legs wide, locking my ankles around his waist as he slams inside me with one brutal thrust. I cry out, flattening myself against the rugged ridges of his muscled chest."Fvck, Princess." He stRosens at how my inner wall tightens around his length.I

CHAPTER SEVENTY – SIXETHANS POVThe covers slide down her body, revealing her nightgown that rides up her bare thighs. It’s a plain white one, not the red I was promised tonight, but, oh well—I didn’t expect her to wear it after the fiasco in the hospital.Her hair is slightly damp, which means she took a quick shower.I'm tempted to lie beside her like this, but I don't want any of the blood marring my clothes and skin on her. She can make me feel like I do have filthy hands, and those hands keep on tarnishing her over and over again.If I were sane enough, I would've stopped this vicious cycle of tainting her every step, but I'm fvcking insane about this woman.I strip on my way to the bathroom and shower quickly, letting the blood cascade down the dRosen.When I return to the room, Rose is still curled on her side, but a frown is etched deep between her brows this time. My chest tightens at what she must be dreaming about—the memories from today.All I want to do is erase them and

CHAPTER SEVENTY – EIGHTROSE AMARA’S POVI realize he's speaking to Zeth and Sasha since we're the only four here.Zeth doesn't move until I nod at him. Sasha hesitates, staring between me and Pharaoah, her lips parting in worry.“Boss—”“What part of fvcking leave do you not understand?” He cuts her off without sparing her a glance.She jerks upright as if his command is a whip, then gives a sharp nod. Before moving, she chances one last unsure glance at me and slips out, closing the door behind her.Pharaoah and I sit across from each other. I want to break his glasses and jam them in his eyes for how he yelled at Sasha, but I remain calm since he's the type of freak who gets off on strong emotions."I didn't realize we were close enough to sit for tea after breakfast, Pharaoah." I take a sip of my coffee while staring at him over the rim of my cup. I always need to watch the cunning fox to somehow grasp him.“We’re not. Fortunately.”“Fortunately. So to what do I owe this honorable