Page 64 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Theres a back-up,” Penny wheezes from the corner where she’s slumped. We turn to look at her.
“What?” I ask.
“He has a back-up; his watch.” She points, lifting a shaky hand. “It’s not a battery, it’s a memory card,” she breathes.
“Why would we believe you?” Eden snaps.
Penny looks at me. “Because all she’s ever wanted was to find her little sister. Even if she dies. She just wants her free,” I state,knowing this has been the driving force behind her being on this mission.
Betsy moves and removes Henry’s watch. She examines it, and after flipping it over, she begins taking it apart and pulls out a tiny memory card. She grins.
“For that you can live,” Mor states, reaching for Penny and dragging her to her feet.
“What about my sister?” Penny asks.
“You have our word will find her. Whether she’s dead or alive, we will find out,” Mor promises. Mor’s eyes sweep over my bare bloodied chest with appreciation.
“Can we leave the eye fucking until we are back home?” Eden pleads as her and Betsy tie up Josh and Tim.
“Bernie is on her way with the explosives,” Betsy states. They all move towards the door, and I bend down, picking up Mor’s blade that she dropped.
“Weak,” Henry coughs from behind me.
I stop and slowly turn to face him. “What did you say?” I fume.
Henry grins a bloodied smile. “Weak, having women fighting for you.”
I frown. “They ain’t fighting for me. I fight with them. They are stronger than you, or any man that dares to fucking challenge them,” I seethe.
Henry glares at me through his swollen eyes. “She wasn’t so strong when I beat her, when I made her scream in agony. When I shoved my cock in her tight little cu—” He gasps on the last word as I slice the blade through his neck. He gargles, his eyes wide with fear as he fights to breathe while drowning in his own blood.
I lean in close. “You made the mistake in thinking my love for her was a weakness. You made the mistake in thinking a strong woman like her would be easy to break, and then you made yourfinal mistake in thinking I would be a better man in letting the explosion kill you, giving you a quick and painless death. For her I will never show mercy, for her I will seek vengeance, for her I will walk alongside the fucking devil, if that’s what it takes to protect her. You touched what’s mine, you hurt what’s mine, and for that you will suffer. For that you will die suffocating on your own blood. See you in hell, cunt,” I seethe.
I turn and see Mor stood in the doorway watching me. I close the distance between us, ignoring the pleas from Josh and Tim, and the gargling gasps of Henry slowly dying. I slide the blade in my back pocket before firmly grabbing her face in my hands, slamming my mouth down on hers in a feral, hungry kiss.
After breaking the kiss, our breaths mingle, and her eyes are hooded.
That’s when she whispers three words I never thought I would hear fall from her lips.
“I love you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
MORRIGAN
Apparently,all it takes for me to declare my love is watching Nyx slit Henry’s throat while declaring his possessive devotion to me. Shakespeare got it wrong; we don’t want all hearts and flowers with declaration of their love. I never wanted poems or sonnets, and I never dreamt that a prince with a horse drawn carriage would arrive and give me everything I want. I never thought I would find a man that challenges me, that has the balls to put me in my place. A man that is possessively savage, that rides a motorbike like it’s stolen, a man that dances on the line between good and evil. Yet somehow, I have found that man.
My man, as he brutally slams himself inside me. My wrists are cuffed to the bed, bent over as he rails me from behind. The palm of his hand collides with the peach of my ass, punishing me, pleasuring me, taking me to heights I never knew existed. Heights I never want to come down from.
“Say you’re mine,” he demands. I don’t, knowing it will bring me another slap. I moan as his palm collides with my cheek. “Say it,” he growls, grabbing a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. “Say you’re mine!” he roars.
My pussy clamps around him, my orgasm close. He stills, unmoving, buried inside me. I whimper, my body desperate to fall over the edge.
“Say it,” he growls in my ear, yanking firmly on my hair. “Say it like a good girl and I will let you cum,” he pants.
“I’m yours,” I breathe.
“Louder,” he orders.
