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he sighed, a sound of genuine, disappointed resignation. He pressed down. The blade tore into the flesh of my left forearm. A gasp of pure, unadulterated agony tore from my throat, my body violently jerking against the heavy metal chair. The thick leather straps bit mercilessly into my wrists and chest, holding me pinned, offering no escape from the searing heat of the blade. Hot, crimson blood began to well up from the deep, clean line he had drawn, spilling over my skin and dripping slowly, rhythmically, onto the pristine white tile floor. In the blinding brightness of the room, the blood looked unnaturally dark, almost black.

I was sure our next door neighbor had called the cops for the noise being made. "Who do you belong to?" His hand fisted my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. "Say it!" He grunted, breathing on my neck. "Yours!" I sobbed, my nails raking down his back as he slammed into me. "I belong to you, Desmond! Only you!" “god, Lenora, you'll be the end of me,” the snap of his hips grew more erratic, and then with a final snap, he released and I could feel his cum trickling down my walls.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

He comes closer until his breath is fanning my face and whispers, "you are now ours to watch. Don't forget that, little, little bird." Normally, I am used to people bullying me right from childhood, but I fight back. That is why I have so many scars, as a result of being beaten by the bigger wolves back in my pack, especially, Vanessa and her bunch of stupid friends. But for the first time, as my step-brothers threaten me, my tongue is tied, and to my greatest shame, I feel hot. Inside my body is growing too warm and down my legs, my virgin pussy becomes wet.

Before his precious blood could drip to the floor, he stood and knelt one foot on the bed, leaning forward and lowering his hand towards my mouth. I held under his wrist, drew in a deep breath, and latched my lips over his flesh, sucking. Jolts of sparks coursed through my veins as I pulled from him. I closed my eyes as my body surrendered to the adrenaline of the bond. Abruptly, a rush of heat crept up my spine, leaving my heart pounding. A sharp pain lanced through my head. Medieval images projected into my mind, flipping rapidly. I saw battle scenes and the creation of every single Sigma Spade. It was like a historical crash course.

Chapter 8: Trapped Gabrielle’s POV Marco’s fist cracked across my cheek, and at that moment my vision became blurry and my head spun around making me dizzy. Pain exploded in my skull as I slammed into the stone wall, my knees buckling and I started bleeding from a cut I had just sustained from the fall. Unknown to me, that was not the only part bleeding. The taste of blood filled my entire mouth. “You filthy little rat.” His growl vibrated through the walls, a brutal echo shattering the serene ambiance of our secret love nest. His claws unsheathed, long, lethal, glinting under the moonlight.

BLOOD AND VOWS --- CHAPTER ONE THE HIT “In this life, love doesn't kill you. Loyalty does.” - The wine glass tipped a second before the explosion. Emilia Romano didn’t hear the blast first—she felt it. A deep, gut-punch thud that rattled the floor and cracked the windows like bones snapping in a quiet room. Her father’s car. Gone. She didn’t scream. She stood there barefoot on the marble, wine dripping from her fingers, glass shattered around her feet. The air pulsed with heat from the hilltop, where smoke now curled into the twilight like a funeral veil.

Let it forge us stronger! He growled approval, rising up to kneel between my thighs, his cock nudging my entrance, teasing with shallow dips that coated him in my slickness. "Good girl," he slurred, gripping my thigh with his bloody hand, hiking it over his hip. "Now take it—all of it. For the blood I spilled today." With one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, the stretch burning deliciously, filling me so completely I saw white. I screamed, back bowing off the bed, nails raking down his back, drawing fresh lines through his scars.