Page 56 of The Tenth Circle
I was anticipating every single one of her responses. Bitching. Moaning. The notorious Saint Lavell, you’re a piece of fucking shit on a stick.
What I didn’t expect wasmine.
I’m not referring to the moments after she threatened me with the cheap little stun gun she had Amazon Primed on her doorstep.
I was amused, if anything. Watching the small freckles around her nose scrunch together. Her eyes dance wildly with fiery rage. I live for that shit.
What didn’t amuse me, though, was having my sister degraded. Again.
This time byher. A girl I actuallywantedto be around.
Enjoyed even.
Who I made sure nobody dared to fucking hurt because of it.
My jaw tightens, and I swallow the irritation stirring in my gut.
I’ve never allowed anyone to cross such a dangerous line to my face. Willingly nonetheless. Every single motherfucker in Riverside knows better than to test me the way Hendrix did last night.
Because they all know what happens if they do.
Seems my little Jimi Hendrix got too comfortable with her role in our game, and it’s time I remind her of her place.
Which could’ve been a fantastic time beneath me.
But instead she chose against me.
I’ve spent the entire night contemplating the best ways to squish her like a bug beneath my shoe. To torment her repeatedly until she regrets using my sister against me.
It took everything in my bones, down to my marrow, to hold my shit together. I wanted to kill Hendrix where she fucking stood.
In cold pressed-fresh-out-the-vein blood.
This was before my monster charged at the door making it worse. Before the sound of his banging became deafening when she refused to take back what she said.Beforehe wanted nothing more than to take Hendrix by the throat and unleash Hell on her through me.
And for a second, I thought about granting him five seconds.
But I knew I couldn’t, at least not the way he wanted.
So I fought. Then I fought even harder not to reach my breaking point. To tell myself I’ll get revenge the right way.
As always, Vicious’ primal needs quickly outweighed my attempt to not let him finish the job.
Until they didn’t.
And I was brought back from my madness.
Which, up until this very moment, I still have no fucking idea how.
Lips brushing against my shoulder has me blinking away the remnants of last night, looking to the side to find Seven primed and ready for a dirty fucking.
Her legs straddle me, hair looking like a rats’ nest from how hard I’ve been pulling it.
She raises an eyebrow, checking in for the answer we both know she won’t get. As if I’d be stupid enough to trust a girl who sucks my dick on a dime.
“Guess not…” She breathes in frustration.
Without a word I clutch her hips, raising them up before slamming her drenched pussy down on my cock.
