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Tearing off my mask, I narrowed my eyes at nothing in particular. “Don’t tell me your late fiancé was afraid to get a little messy.”

Her lack of a response made me furious. What a fucking disgrace. I hoped my brother was watching me from hell so that he could see me bathe in the blood of her femininity.

Chapter 29

Jayce

“If your hands leave that railing, I’ll make sure it’s the last time you disobey me.”

Her legs trembled with her fear. I stared at her hands for another moment to confirm that she’d listen. Palming both of her ass cheeks, I spread her open wide and circled her back hole with my tongue. She jerked and let out a little growl but maintained her grip.

“Some men think your menstrual cycle is the perfect opportunity foralternatives. Your ass, your mouth… Those are lesser men, Alana, and you deservesomuch more than that. It can help with your pain.”

I reached around to circle her clit with my middle finger, holding her ass with my other hand to keep her still.

“It can even be more pleasurable.” When I bit down on her cheek, she whimpered. “Now, why would a real man want to deprive you of something like that?”

Moving my hand further up, I pushed on her back. She bent slightly over the balcony, which gave me better access to her pussy. My tongue pressed against her ass again before I moved forward.

“Think I can tie a knot like a cherry stem?” I joked, then clamped down on the string and pulled.

Her entire body went rigid. I dropped the tampon onto the concrete before I made a long swipe with my tongue across the length of her. She felt so fucking warm in the brisk air; her pussy pulsed with heat and need. As I continued to lick her, I tasted her arousal mixed with her blood. I nipped at her labia, rolling my teeth over her skin and drawing a startled cry from her, but she pushed back, seeking more.

When I pulled back, my face was wet, marked by her. It made my cock throb and I wanted to grab it, but it didn’t belong in my hand. It was hers. I hadn’t cum since I was last here and that was too fucking long.

Getting to my feet, I wasted no time before I buried myself completely inside of her, making her cry out. She was tight, not quite ready for me yet, but she was wet from her arousal and blood. When I made a few slow strokes, she began to relax, but her fingers still clung to the railing with a death grip.

Gripping her by the hair, I tugged her head backward. The angle made her neck crane unnaturally and she tried to dislodge my hand, but I held on tight. My lips came down on hers with the force of all my anger from the past couple of days. When I forced my tongue inside, I spread her blood and her wetness across the roof of her mouth.

Her grunts and attempted pleas were useless. I kept a death grip on her hair and her hip while I fucked her relentlessly. She tried to bite my tongue, which made me thrust into her harder. The force of it made her pelvic bones slam into the metal. I did it again and clamped down on her lip. More blood hit my tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I dug into the inside of my lip so that my blood could join hers, mingling the way it was meant to.

I put my hands beside hers and thrust into her hard enough to make the metal shake.

“If you need to hold on for dear life, you should use the one who’s making you fight for it,” I said.

For a second, she did nothing, then she lifted her hands and settled them on top of mine. Her nails dug into my fingers when I started to fuck her harder. I squeezed the railing and snapped my hips with all the force I could muster. With every thrust, the metal groaned. Alana punctured my skin but I didn’t relent. The pain drove me on, reminding me of why I was so fucking angry.

“Please, Erebus,” she whined.

“You want me to make you cum?” She nodded jerkily. “I want you to apologize for disobeying me.”

“You’re not… my boss….” she said between labored breaths.

“Do you hear how childish that sounds?”

“Do you hear… how… controlling you sound?”

She moved her ass, trying to push back against me. I kept her pinned against the balustrade, refusing to give her anything. Until she gave me what I wanted, she was my fuck toy to use as I pleased.

“No,” I replied, punctuating the word with a long stroke. “You just have no idea what it’s like to consume a man’s soul and for him to devour you in return. I breathe your air so I can have a taste of you. There’s no world where I could allow you to be in a situation that would put you at risk. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“He’s… a nice person.”

With a growl, I pulled out of her and flipped her around. I lifted her, pressing her against the wall of the apartment. Her legs wrapped around me tightly and her arms locked behind my neck. I was too aware of the fact that she could try to pull my hood down and take off her blindfold, but I could stop her before she got very far. Part of me wanted to trust her not to. She at least seemed to give into our sex now. It was afterward that I needed to worry about.

Dropping my lips to the front of her throat, I inhaled as my cock slid inside of her again. Her wet, hot pussy quivered around me, threatening to choke every inch.

“Don’t make me resort to cruder methods,” I warned.

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