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Pain dances across my skin, but it isn’t as bad as I thought it would be.

“Blood. It’s the one currency everyone has but is too scared to give up. It signifies loyalty, death, love, and so much more. It’s even in my moniker.” His voice is too calm for the subject matter. “Tonight, this shows you’re mine.”

He pushes a little harder, and my eyes fly open. He releases my hair, so I look down. Crimson droplets roll from the cut all the way to my breast and dribble off my nipple.

He turns me to face him, then locks his eyes back on mine. With hunger in his gaze, he lowers his head and captures my bloody nipple in his mouth. He suckles me softly before setting it free and letting his tongue travel the path of my blood, all the way to the slice on my collarbone.

I shouldn’t be turned on. This is sick and twisted and wrong, but my knees squeeze together, my pussy betraying me.

Without another thought, I frame his face with my hands and bring his lips to mine. His kiss is hard and punishing with the faint taste of copper. His teeth anchor to my bottom lip, drawing yet more blood, but it spurs me on. I shove my tongue into his mouth so I can get a better taste of myself. Of my blood.

Too quickly, he breaks our kiss and spins me again. His body pushes mine, making me step forward until I’m leaning back over the balcony. I clasp the stone barrier with my hands, ready for him. Needy for him.

His fingers stroke my slit from behind. “So wet.”

Another moan escapes me. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

I can’t see him, but I take it as he complies when I feel his hard cock push into me slowly. His girth is almost painful, but I quickly forget as he starts to pump into me. My breasts scrape the stone railing, and I want to scream out. From pain, pleasure. Everything.

In a matter of minutes, this night took a turn I never saw coming. I never expected him to be so willing to take me—to want me—and I never expected the same from myself.

Hesitation and uncertainty quickly turned into excitement and want. Within seconds, he’s giving me something I never even knew I needed.

“Come for me,” he whispers, leaning close to my ear, and that’s all it takes. I shatter around him, my pussy squeezing and clenching so he can’t leave me. I don’t want this to end yet.

His pace gets even quicker and sloppier. Again, he grabs my hair and pulls my head back so I’m forced to look at the people below us. “Look at them while I come in you.”

I nod as much as I can. At this point, I’d do whatever he asked if it meant getting this pleasure in return. But as soon as I feel the first spurt of his cum shoot inside of me, all those notions die, and my world starts to flip.

I see the barrel of the gun out the corner of my eye for a split second before the bang.

It’s so close to my ear that I can’t hear anything else after. I see a man fall below us, and the other guests scatter, all with horrified looks on their faces.

I can’t hear myself scream, but I can feel it. Along with Adrian’s hard dick still inside of me, shooting his seed.

CHAPTER FOUR

DANICA

He pulls out of me roughly, then shoves his dick back in his pants before tucking his gun behind him. “Put your dress back on.” His voice is level and calm.

I turn and wrap my arms around my chest. “You killed him,” I whimper.

A smile graces his lips. “Hopefully.”

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. My throat is closing in on itself as my body shakes and I try to process what the fuck just happened.

“Dress, Danica. Now,” he demands.

Suddenly, I’m not so fast to respond to his commands. I stand there, holding myself, trying to keep my sobs soft. I have a feeling he wouldn’t like my crying.

When he sees I make no moves to do as he says, he shakes his head, then walks to where I stepped out of my dress. Snatching it from the ground, he storms back to me and rips my arms from my chest. “Get dressed, or you’re next. Do you understand?” he hisses.

That puts my ass into gear. Clearly, he has no hesitations when it comes to taking someone’s life, and I don’t want to be his next victim. I unravel the fabric, holding it at the shoulders, then lower it so I can step inside.

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