Page 45 of Sinful Deeds
I leave Adam to bleed out. The only thing more liberating than killing is fucking, and now that my blood lust is satisfied, I plan on doing just that.
Chapter 28
Raven
Walking into that bunkerwas one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. Right up there with grieving for my child because I knew a part of me would never come back out. Just like a part of me died in that car with Paige. Adam deserves to hurt. What Chainz is doing to him is no different from the way he gutted me.
I hurt and I bled. I screamed, and I cried. I begged for death and pleaded for my life. All this time I blamed myself, hated myself, but the blame belongs with him. Adam set it all in motion. He didn’t think twice about what harm would come to Paige. I won’t give his pain a second thought either.
I asked for revenge and Chainz gave that to me. He trusted me with the dark side of him and the ugliness that comes with being part of his world, and I don’t feel ashamed. I’ll never forget Paige. The scars on my wrist and the ink on my side will keep her with me forever. After tonight, I can put the rest of it behind me and move on with my new life.
Dropping my clothes in a pile on the floor, I step into the shower and turn the water on as hot as I can stand it. Lifting my face to the stream of cascading water, I let it wash over me. Adam’s blood runs off my skin and circles the drain. When the last signs of red wash away, I close my eyes. I lean against the cool tiles, letting the heat of the water soak into my skin.
I’m still in the shower when Chainz steps in. There’s a taint of blood on his skin, but he washes it off. I inhale deeply at the sight of his naked body and roam my eyes down the length of him. I could never tire of looking at his perfection.
He reaches for me, fisting my hair and tipping my head up to meet his gaze. There’s a hunger in his eyes that’s sexy as hell. Our mouths collide in a fit of fury. His touch is rough and impatient as his fingers glide over my wet skin. It shoots desire straight to my core.
“I won’t always be gentle.”
“I don’t want you to be. Fuck me like you need to.” I’m desperate for him to claim my body. Every inch of me pulses with need. I want to feel him everywhere. The heat we create is burning me from within.
Chainz spins me around, kicking my legs wide and positioning himself against me. I splay my hands against the wall to hold myself up as he drives all the way into my body. I gasp as he fills me. He withdraws a fraction, only to surge forward again. He fucks me from behind, hard and fast. His hands clamped to my hips. Each powerful thrust fills me to my limits, bringing me to my knees. My body is weak from the multiple orgasms that have shattered me by the time his hunger is satisfied.
Withdrawing from me, Chainz turns the water off and helps me out of the shower. He dries the beads of water from my skin. His hands glide over every inch of my body, and the familiar pulse between my legs is back already. His eyes roam every naked curve until they land on my eyes. He’s just as hungry to take me again as I am for him, but something is holding him back. He wraps the plush towel around me and leaves me standing in the bathroom. I follow him into his room and watch him pull a clean pair of jeans up over his semi hard erection. “Get dressed, we have something to do.”
I change into some clean clothes as he slides on his boots and slips his arms through his cut. “Where are we going?”
“You’re mine now and I want my ink on you.” He cups his hand around mine and leads me through the clubhouse to a small room at the far end of the rec room. This place is so big there must be a dozen other doors I’ve yet to find. He opens the door and pulls back a black curtain hanging from a pipe jutting out of the wall. Reaper spins around on a stool that’s barely visible under his massive body. Tipping the needle gun in his hand, he motions to a bench. “I promise to be gentle,” Reaper mocks, making the needle buzz. He knows damn well his demeanor scares the hell out of me.
I focus on Chainz standing by my side, “Do you have something in mind already?”
“I designed it myself. Lay down.”
I do as he asks, my body tingling with the idea of being branded with his ink. His fingers graze my side as he slowly raises my shirt to reveal the tattoo already on my side. “Just a small addition.”
The needle scratches silver ink into my skin. When Reaper finishes, Chainz leans over to inspect his handwork. My skin is red and raw, but the linked chain connected to the wings of the Raven at the peak of the branch is perfect. The perfect representation of who I am now melded with him forever.
