Page 139 of Black Castle

He is tall and broad, with waves of white hair braided on one side while the other side spills free. And there is an axe clutched in his gloved hand.

Her breath falters.

“Relax,” Zev murmurs, his fingers bruising into her hips as his pace suddenly quickens, feeding off her fear.

On the screen, the man crouches beside his victim, resting the axe against the bloodied floorboard. Then, with slow precision, he reaches up, gathering the rest of his white hair into a bun. He pulls a band from his wrist, tying the hair.

Vivienne’s stomach drops, her pulse pounding in her ears.

Zev.

She tries to move, to scramble away, but Zev tightens his grip, locking her in place.

“Don’t go running now,” he breathes against her ear, a smirk evident in his voice. “The movie just got interesting.”

Zev thrusts into her relentlessly, while on the screen, another version of himself raises an axe, hovering it over the bloodied man’s trembling arm.

Vivienne’s body burns with pleasure, yet fear coils around her bones. She doesn’t understand why she is still so aroused, why her body welcomes him even as she seems to be forcing her mind to recoil.

“W—what’s going on?” Her voice is shaky, lips trembling.

“Are you still wondering why you’re like this?” The version of Zev on the screen asks, his hand tightening on the bloodied man’s jaw.

The man groans, barely conscious.

She watches as he—Zev, swipes a dagger from the pocket of his coat.

“You touched what’s mine,” He forces the blade into the man’s mouth. “Spoke filth with this tongue about her. So, I’m cutting it off.”

Vivienne gasps. “What—”

Zev slams into her harder, stealing her breath. “Hush. Less talking, more watching.”

Sweat beads on her skin, body tightening, overwhelmed as pleasure and horror tangle like poison in her veins.

She watches as the dagger severs the man’s tongue. A strangled sound escapes her, though she doesn’t know if it’s from Zev fucking her hard and raw, pushing her to the edge of pleasure, or the grotesque sight before her.

“I’m not usually this mean,” he muses, tossing the tongue aside. “But that girl, she makes me wanna do terrible things to any man who looks at her. I’m very possessive of her, you see. Sharing her is something I just can’t seem to do.”

Vivienne gasps when Zev suddenly flips her, pushing her to the edge of the bed, her head dangling. “Eyes on the screen,” he commands, wrapping her legs around his hips before thrusting deep.

“Keep your eyes on the screen. Watch how I kill men who dare to touch you.” His words are raw and vicious as his cock pounds into her while his onscreen version circles the man on the floor.

“Oh, god yes,” she cries, her heel digging into his hips, her slick wall clenching around him.

“Fadden,” the name suddenly echoes from the screen.

Vivienne freezes. James Fadden?

That’s James Fadden on the floor there?

How—he knew?

The necklace!

She was still wearing the necklace when she went into James’s office.

Fuck!

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