Page 25 of Deadly Sweet

I’ve learned how to disembowel someone, the exact spots to slice through an artery so they’ll bleed out, and she even taught me how to cut someone's head off.

It’s funny to watch their heads roll on the ground, mouths open in a silent scream. Their eyes were either wide open or rolled back. It’s not something I plan on doing if I don’t have to, but it’s fun to watch her.

Thanks to Trent’s training, I can even snap someone's neck. It’s the best way to kill if you can’t make a mess. Thankfully, with Duchess’s clean-up crew, I don’t have to do it the boring way if I don’t want to.

What's the fun if you can’t at least spill a little bit of blood?

The best part of it all is finding out what they’ve done to warrant the ending of their lives and serving them up a big old juicy slice of karma. I heard she was a bitch, and boy was that right. I don’t want to get on her bad side. Karma, I mean, but Duchess as well.

She might look all prim and proper, but she’s also terrifying. If I were into women, I’d be turned on.

Oh! That’s another thing. Being turned on. Yeah, I can do that now. At first, it was an odd feeling—this tingling pressure against my clit along with this cramping in my belly, but as I explored my body on my own terms with no eyes on me and the freedom to take my time, I found out that if done right, the resulting sensations are mind blowing.

I’ve replaced movies with porn. Duchess has had to remind me to turn the sound down more than once. I don’t know why. The sound of Alphas cumming as they fill their Omega up is so damn sexy.

I’m still not sure if I’ve experienced slick just yet. The videos make it seem like there’s supposed to be a lot, and while I do feel wet down there when pleasuring myself, it’s nothing like what I see in the videos. The doctor said it could be a side effect from the drugs, but she’s hopeful it won’t be a long-term issue. I hope so, too. The idea of drowning my Alpha in my slick sounds fun.

Who knew that anything sexual could be so much fun? Now that I’m thinking about it, I guess it would be when it’s not coming from a vile man forcing himself on you.

I thought I’d be turned off by the idea of sex after everything I’ve been through. Turns out I just don’t want it from people who only take and don’t ask.

If I ever find a pack, I’m going to be demanding sex all the time.

I’ve had sex before, but I don’t remember it. Thankfully. I’ve chosen to believe I’m still a virgin, even if I’ve given birth before.Duchess says it doesn’t count when it’s against your will. I like her logic.

The idea of losing my virginity to a pack has me wanting to find one even more now. Or maybe it’s because I’m just a horny little Omega. That's what Lucy calls me, and she giggles when she says it.

Turns out, the meds Corbin was forcing into my system suppressed my natural instincts a lot. After they cleared my body, it was like a dam was broken. Sadly, it didn't fix my memory.

So many new smells, urges, and emotions. I can smell Alphas now, and I have a love-hate relationship with the new ability.

Duchess smells wonderfully sweet while Cobra smells like wet socks.Something he did not enjoy being told, by the way.He asked Duchess if he could kick me out of the house that night.

I know he was only joking. He loves me. For some reason, he’s just always scowling. I told him once he should smile more before his face gets stuck like that, but he just growled and turned around to leave. He just knew I was right and didn’t want to admit it, though. He does that a lot.

“Earth to Savvy.” Trent waves his hand in front of my face.

“What were you talking about again?” I blink, trying to clear my mind.

“You said we can pick this up tomorrow, and I was going to answer with no,” he chuckles.

“Why not?” I frown.

“Because we’re done, Savvy.” He smiles proudly, even though I can still see the pain he’s in.

“Done?”

“Yeah,” he laughs. “When you can easily kick my ass, there’s nothing else I can teach you.”

“You think she’s ready?” Duchess questions, stepping into the room. Trent and I are standing in the middle of the boxing ring in the gym down in the basement.

At first, I didn’t like coming down here. It didn’t feel right. So for a while, until I learned to trust Trent, we fought on the roof. The more time spent outside in the fresh air and sun, the better. We only started coming down here because we needed a softer place to land when we would throw each other around. Turns out the roof wasn’t it.

I spend more of my time up on the roof than I do in any other place in the house. We have a pool, a theater room, a game room—hell, there’s even a bowling room! And while I love them all, the roof is my favorite place. Having the open air around me settles my soul.

After my first night, I even started to sleep up there, only returning to my little closet nest when it’s raining.

I hate the openness of my room, yet it doesn’t bother me on the roof. Not sure why, but I don’t question it.

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