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“What happened that night, kitten?” he asked, sitting on the edge of Orla’s bed. “I’ve wanted to know for years. The report your sister and mother gave was an obvious lie.”
My gaze darted from the floor to his face. “Why do you want to know?”
He rearranged his erection, which pressed hard against the inside of his slacks. “Because I’ve jerked myself off to the crime scene photos since I was sixteen years old, knowing it wasyouwho had done that to another human being. The savagery. The intent to kill. You’re my fucking equal, Caitria. The only woman whose darkness matches my own.”
I wanted to correct him, to explain I wasn’t evil, or filled with darkness and rage. I’d simply been a victim who helped another victim. Murder had been the last resort.
“Was it premeditated? Did you go in there that night intending to end his life? To watch the light drain from his eyes? The report said you bashed his head in so thoroughly hiseyes popped from their sockets. It said his hands had been—and these were the words of the coroner—pulverized. But to cut off his dick and leave it on the opposite side of the room, that was…” He kissed his fingertips like a chef. “Perfecto.”
Having my past actions laid out to me was making my brain shudder and my stomach revolt.
Yes, I’d done those things.
I remembered beating in his skull. Pounding his hands into nothing but splintered bone, but only so he’d never be able to touch me or Orla again. I remembered taking out his flaccid cock and slicing it away from his body, marveling at how easy it had been to remove. How Brian had used it as a weapon against me, yet in the end, it was nothing by flesh and blood … like him.
I also remembered forcing myself not to be sick all over the bedroom floor, as the smell of his blood and bowels filled those four walls and soaked into the wallpaper.
“What do you want from me?” My voice was now a hoarse whisper, breaking under the blood-soaked history of my past.
“I’ve already told you what I want. You. I want you with me, and together we will rule a new clan. I will make you my wife, so it will be impossible for anyone to touch you. We will dispose of my enemies together, and when we’re done, we can fuck in pools of their blood. I can fill your belly with a child who will have the same taste for anarchy and blood.”
Breathing through my mouth, I swallowed convulsively over the burning lump of bile that burned the back of my throat. Wrapping my arms around myself, I whispered, “I’m not who you think I am. I’m not that person. Not deep down.”
He waved away my concerns, stalking toward me with a gleam in his eye that made my body shake. I flinched as he raised a hand and placed it against my chest, his eyes closing in rapture as he felt my thrashing heart.
Humming, he replied, “I know who you are, kitten. I’m perhaps the only person who knows.”
He was wrong. Keir knew who I was. He knew, and he didn’t flinch. Didn’t falter. Didn’t break. We both hid our darkness behind a mask, but at least we were honest with ourselves. Owen couldn’t see his insanity. Couldn’t see the twisted darkness in his obsessions and proclivities.
He leaned in, brushing his mouth against mine almost gently. I kept my body still, my mouth passive as I let him take what he wanted. Walking this line of compliance was the only way I was going to get out of this alive. When it became clear that I was a not-so-enthusiastic participant, Owen growled and wrapped his hand around my throat.
“Kiss me properly.” His fingers tightened, restricting the airflow into my lungs, but still my mouth remained apathetic to his advances. With an aggravated snarl, he pulled away and shoved me to my knees.
Holding my jaw with one hand, he seethed, “Won’t take my mouth? Fine, you can choke on my dick.” Fumbling one-handed with the fastenings on his slacks, he got the button undone and shoved down the zipper, then his briefs. His cock was engorged, the crown purple and already weeping clear fluid. He fisted himself, pumping his palm from bottom to top almost angrily.
I pressed my lips together to stop this from happening. Trying to control some part of this situation. With a feral look in his eye, he pressed closer, tapping the head of his cock against my mouth.
“Open for me, Caitria.”
I glared at him while I silently shouted that sucking his cock wasn’t on the agenda.
His frustration was building. One of his eyes twitched in irritation as his fingers dug deeper into my jaw. Pain exploded through my skull, making my eyes water and ears ring. He dug ina little deeper until the pain suddenly became too much and my mouth sprung open just to find some relief.
Owen’s lips widened in a triumphant smile, his eyes darkening. “That’s it, kitten. Submit to me and I will give you the wor?—”
His phone rung, the shrill peal shattering whatever spell he had been under. He released my jaw and pulled the device from his trouser pocket. “This had better be fucking good,” he snarled. His face changed from irate to delighted in a heartbeat, his cold eyes fixing on me. “I’ll get her set up. Let’s get this motherfucking war started.”
“No!” I screamed as Owen pulled out a gun from the small of his back. I could only watch on helplessly as he raised his hand and slammed the grip against the side of my head.
Chapter 26
Molly
“I’ll give you what you want, Owen. But onlyifyou let him walk out of here unharmed.”
I had played my ace. Now, I had to hope Owen’s ego was large enough he would take the bait.
He stared at me, unblinking.
