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He raises an unimpressed eyebrow at me as he speaks.

“Angel, what would ever make you think that would be anything other than a turn-on? I love your blood, and for me to have it without even having to hurt you? Fucking priceless,” he says before pushing my legs apart.

I go to argue when I feel him pull my tampon out. My mouth practically falls open when he tosses it to the side of the room like it was an inconvenience in his way, before he latches his mouth to my pussy. A rush of pleasure immediately courses through me from the first swipe of his tongue. I’ve never had anyone even try to touch me on my period, let alone go down on me. I always thought it was cruel that I somehow always felt hornier on my period with no way to handle it. Apparently all I needed in my life was an unhinged Graves brother.

Zayden moans and groans like he’s having the time of his life, while I just try to stay upright as my fingers curl into the couch, arching my back and forcing my pussy into his face even more so. If he’s going to offer, I’ll give him whatever he wants, I guess.

When his tongue flicks against my clit before sucking it into his mouth, I physically shake as he slips two fingers inside me, slowly fucking me with them before his speed increases.

“Oh my god! Zay! That feels so fucking good,” I moan.

I feel him chuckle against me, vibrating my clit in the process.

“Good, angel. Now hold on to something.”

“Hold on to?—”

Before I can finish, Zayden is motorboating my thighs, I shit you not. At least that’s what it feels like. His head is moving from side to side, vibrating my clit in the process, as his tongue is out, licking me from side to side. Fucking hell.

I dig both of my hands into his hair, using his face to dry hump against it, and it’s just what I need to find my release. My orgasm hits me like a freight train in the best fucking way possible. I come for so long I’m almost positive it’s two orgasms that have joined together back-to-back.

Zay continues licking my pussy for several seconds after I’ve finished before he sits back on his heels. I’m horrified at first, his nose down is literally covered in smeared blood, along with his two fingers. I swear to God, he looks more blood-soaked than when we killed Jim. I look around for something he can wipe his fingers off with when he lifts them to his mouth, keeping his eyes on me as he begins sucking on them. My pussy clenches at the way his eyes roll into the back of my head. This is so gross, so fucked up. Right? Definitely. Right?

Before I can say anything, he stands up, lifting me into the air and tossing me over his shoulder as he takes off running to his room. I can’t help but giggle the entire way. Okay, maybe periods aren’t the worst thing anymore.

Chapter Forty-Three

ZAYDEN

My angel is sleeping soundly in my bed, tucked beneath my arm. Part of me wants to let her keep sleeping, while the other wants to wake her up with my face between her thighs. Decisions, decisions.

My phone lights up beside me, and I frown when I see who it is. Why the fuck is he calling me now? I’ve kept him on fucking cloud nine these last few weeks. I took care of the diamond heiress seamlessly, an overdose with her meds, and I’ve done two more jobs since then. The last I knew, he washappy as a clam and said that I had earned back my debt enough to start getting paid.

Of course, he didn’t mention when I would be allowed to stop altogether. We both know why. I won’t ever be able to stop working for him, not as long as he’s breathing. The only reason we were able to escape last time was because we disappeared from the grid for long enough that he gave up on us and settled his sights on new little bitches at least.

I know I fucked up for calling him, I do. I was desperate, I was thinking long-term. All I was thinking about was getting to her, seeing her, touching her. Making her love me as much as I loved her. Now that I have that and more, I’m desperate to get away from Maxim permanently so his ugliness never even touches my angel.

Grabbing the phone, I slip out from underneath my sleeping love, heading out into the living room where I won’t disturb her as I answer.

“Hello?”

“Moy mal’chik. How are you doing?”

“Well, what can I do for you?”

He laughs a throaty chuckle.

“That’s my boy, straight to business. I have a little local job for you and your brother.”

I frown at that.

“Dominic isn’t involved, you know that.”

“Ah, that’s not what I heard. Little bird says he’s taken up the old ways with a certain house fire in Portland.”

“How did you know he was involved?”

“Zayden, do you honestly think there is anything I don’t know?” His intent is heavy, hiding in his thick accent, but I don’t acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would be like pulling the pin on a grenade.

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