Page 89 of Soulless Deeds

“I repent for all my soulless deeds,” I said, sincerity lacing my tone. Guiding her hands back to my chest, I continued. “Give me all your hate, give me all your anger, cause god knows I fucking deserve it. And I’ll fucking take it. Spencer, only you can give me absolution. I am nothing without you.I’m sorry.”

Her eyes flashed with blazing glory as she lowered herself onto me, inch by glorious fucking inch.

Innate. Raw. Formidable.

Her supple flesh rippled around my shaft, and we both relinquished a sigh from the connection.

“You have one chance,” she said, retreating to the head to then swallow me whole once again. “One more chance to prove to me that you will make the changes necessary. I will kill you if I have to.”

Her tone was certain and firm. Before when she’d threatened me, I knew she was fucking around, but it was now somethingshe was unwilling to compromise. I’d said the words that would forever seal our fate, and if I even had the thought of rescinding that promise, I knew she’d kill me. Spencer well and truly meant it with every fibre of her being… And so did I.

“A death I’d willingly welcome. If only to pay for all my sins. I truly mean it, Spence.” I shifted her hand to lay over the healing wound where she’d stabbed me. “Next time, I won’t stop you.”

With that final admission, Spencer kept her promise. She rode me with senseless abandon, her tightening core simultaneously worshiping and punishing my cock.

The view was breathtaking, her naked body writhing above mine, taking from me, fucking owning me. And with her tantalising pussy stroking me all the way down, I was entirely ruined.

I pulled her into my chest with such a tight embrace that we could hardly breathe. I devoured her wet mouth and slid my hands down to her ass, using the momentum to penetrate her from beneath. Our screams and cries called out in unison with our tandem movements, inevitably pushing us towards that high.

As we teetered on the edge together, Spencer pressed her face into the junction of my neck and shoulder, then bit down—hard.Her shining porcelain teeth sunk deep and true, the job so thorough, it was sure to leave a scar.

The thought of wearing her permanent mark, the sensation of blood running free mixed with acute pain ricocheting through my nervous system, had me buckling beneath her as we climaxed as one.

A long-awaited peace finally settled within me. A once-disorderly soul now calmed with the presence of the individual who bulldozed into my stratosphere without apology or preamble. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“No regrets?” Spencer asked, voice vulnerable and light as her face hovered above mine, stained red with my life force.

“No regrets…yet,every regret,” I whispered, before my fingers latched into the roots of her hair and I captured her mouth with my own.

I love you. I love you. “I love you,”my voice finally muttered the new vow forever ingrained on my soul.

XXXV

Echo

The next day, we all congregated in Aster’s apartment, her call requesting our presence.

Spencer and I arrived first, the Kings following not long after.

When Aster entered from the elevator, two Vice members followed behind, carrying a large wooden box between them—which they unceremoniously dumped in the foyer before departing.

A loud thump came from the inside.

Micah stood. “What have you brought us?”

“A gift,” Aster replied, beelining for her bar.

Micah approached the offending object as the pounding grew in intensity, beating like a repetitive drum.

“You’re not going to go with her?” I asked Psycho. He pitched a brow in return, tipping his chin to Micah, who unlatched the lid and wrenched it open.

A blurred figure leapt out the bottom, but before he could make contact, Micah had already dodged his assault and slammed his ass down to the ground in two seconds flat, his bones creaking from the impact.

I cringed, and Psycho clucked, leisurely making his way over to Micah’s side, looking down at the middle-aged man like he was no more than a cockroach that needed to be squished.

“Who would have thought you’d be bested by a female so easily, Verus?” The name was distinctive enough that his identity pulled from my memory index.

“Who is he?” Spencer asked, meandering her way over as I followed close behind. I didn’t like the idea of her being so close to a legitimate fighting machine that was in fact the enemy.

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