Page 135 of Beautifully Shattered
I can’t believe I let myself be ruled by that for so long.
Sure,I was conditioned to care. Now, I’ve been conditioned to stop.
The need for vengeance fuels me. Helps me shut off the tears, step out of the shower, dry myself off, and harden the hell up.
It’s also ignited a level of desire in me I never saw coming.
It’s not the hormonal neediness I had when I was pregnant.
It’s not even the twisted kink Ringo and I share.
It’s something darker. Something wicked, and I have to wonder if falling into the lap of a man from a club with the name sadist in it isn’t a coincidence.
That’s the only way to describe the heat pooling between my legs as I stare at Ringo and remember Karl’s screams as he burnt alive.
I’ve turned into a sadist, and I’m not even mad about it.
“Challenge accepted, husband,” I smirk, loving the way his fingers dig into my hips as I grind against him, and before I know it, he flips me, and his lips crash into mine.
27
Her sobs are so fucking guttural as she cries in the shower. Something that’s become a daily ritual. Even if I shower with her, she always stays behind and asks for ten minutes alone, and then she breaks.
It’s hard not to go to her, but she’s adamant that she wants that time alone, so even though it fucking guts me, I give it to her. I don’t go far though, standing right outside the door, enduring the sounds of her pain until they fade. And when the water finally shuts off, that’s when I leave my room.
Six hours ago, we watched that mute assassin friend of hers slaughter Darnel Rivers.
Not gonna lie, I’ve done some fucked up shit to the people I’ve killed or tortured, but that… what she did… fuck. I don’t think I’d have it in me.
Ashard as it was to watch, I could tell Abs was relieved that he was dead. But that relief turned into something more carnal afterwards, and she spent a good hour trying to trick me into burying my cock inside her, even though the six weeks aren’t up yet.
I made her come twice, and fuck, I was even able to get it up again and spilled against her cunt as she screamed her release. But… and there is a big fuckingbut… as much as I love getting lost with her, I can’t help but be concerned about the level of darkness creeping into her sweet soul.
I don’t want to change her. I’ll take her however she wants to be, but I’m still fucking worried that when this is all over, she’ll come out the other side in such a dark place that she won’t even think twice about following through with her promise to Bobbi.
That she’lljoinher.
“You look like shit,” JD mutters, shovelling a spoonful of milky cereal into his gob as I enter the kitchen.
“So do you,” I grunt, grabbing a banana from the bowl on the counter and wincing a little as my healing wound pulls.
“Yeah, but I’ve got a fucking reason. My bed is still fucking empty.”
“I told you I’d come and warm it,” Lans giggles as she walks through the living room with a basket of laundry.
“You stay the fuck away from his bed,” I snap, pointing a stern fucking finger at her, and she pokes her tongue out in response.
“No thanks, Lans,” JD mutters, his tone so fucking mournful. “Only one woman belongs in my bed, and her stepdad is cock-blocking me.”
I gotta say, when I first suspected something was going on between JD and Jols, I thought it was nothing but a bit of fun, but now I know it was so much more than that.
“Still haven’t heard from her?” I ask him, peering down the hall that leads to my ma’s room to see the door open and her legs stretched out on her bed.
Fuck, she’s struggled to get over the last flare-up.
“Fucking nothing,” JD snarls, dropping his spoon into his bowl with a clang. “Brody hasn’t even seen her since Smitty rode in with her five days ago. He’sheardher though.”
My brows shoot up. “How so?”
