Page 119 of Black Castle

“Zev,” she cries louder, voice breaking, body unraveling. She clenches around him, milking his cock as he fucks her raw and hard, feeding her the pleasure she is too weak to deny.

She is a wreck, soaked, ruined, dripping. The scent of her arousal is thick, intoxicating, filling the room, filling his lungs, sending his mind spiraling into a deeper madness.

God, he really hates her. Every fucking thing about her. Because of her, he had to smother his brother, steal his control, and lock him away because he was a threat to his need to possess her. He hates the way he wants to unravel at just a look from her, the saccharine cheer in her voice as if she isn’t using arm warmers to hide a secret she doesn’t want people to see. He hates the illusion of innocence in those wicked, deceptive eyes as if beneath the layers of makeup, the skin doesn’t bear a deeper scar. And he hates the way she fucking turns him on without even trying too hard.

But none of this changes the fact that he is utterly obsessed with her, enough to betray his own brother.

He is fucking addicted, bound to her in the most primal violent way. And he will be damned to not keep her close enough until she can taste the darkness, become one with the darkness, crave the darkness until she can’t breathe without it.

And if any man so much as lay a hand on her, if anyone dares to look at her with even a whisper of claim, he will not hesitate. He will maim. He will burn. He will kill.

All of them.

If the world itself dares to stand in his way, he will set it ablaze. The sun will be nothing against the inferno of his wrath.

Nothing in this world will keep him from making her his.

Chapter Thirty-six

Vivienne

What the fuck have you been up to?” Kenji demands over the phone.

Vivienne sits on a couch, bent over as she struggles to lace her shoe. She barely processes his words until he gasps dramatically. “Wait, why am I hearing the echo of my voice? Did you put me on speaker?”

Vivienne straightens, glancing at the phone she set on the coffee table. She lifts it into her hand, then glances around for any possible eavesdropper.

There’s only one brooding soldier. He is standing outside the sliding glass door, which apparently is soundproof, so he can’t hear anything.

“I was lacing my shoe,” she says, removing the call from the speaker, fixing it between her right ear and shoulder as she resumes her action.

“Lacing your shoe?” She can practically see his brows pinched together in confusion before he suddenly gasps again. “Vivienne Marchand!” Kenji exclaims and Vivienne rolls her eyes. “Have you been out doing something bad?”

“Is this why you called?” Her tone is dismissive, but his accurate guess causes her cheeks to suddenly heat up, while she squirms on the couch she is sitting on.

Vivienne can suddenly feel Zev as though she has been teleported back there again, the heat of his body against her searing skin, his callous hands wrapped around her throat, his husky voice and his cock throbbing against her slick walls, spilling his hot release inside her.

Fuck.

“You are so disgusting.” Kenji’s voice is laced with pure revulsion. “Did you just zone out to relive everything you did?”

“No!” she splutters, straightening her spine. Her eyes dart around the room, the weight of someone’s stare pressing against her skin.

Zev.

He stands a few feet away, watching her. A white towel hangs low on his narrow waist, beads of sweat clinging to his tattooed skin like dewdrops on glass. His dark, knowing gaze pins her in place. A predator eyeing his prey.

“Well, while you were somewhere getting down,” Kenji continues, unaware. “Your grandmother or whatever she is, has been blowing up my phone, demanding your whereabouts.”

Vivienne barely hears him. Zev is moving forward, his steps slow and deliberate. Her pulse flutters erratically.

“I’m about to head home,” she murmurs, unable to tear her eyes away.

“Yes do,” Kenji scoffs. “I’m sure he is still around. So you can go back for more tomorrow. But for now, please save me from your estranged grandma. This is the highest number of calls I have received from a woman in years, and that includes my mother.”

Vivienne chuckles, a haze of confusion passing briefly in her eyes as Zev finally reaches her.

“Hey, let me call you—”

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