Page 30 of Vendetta

“Spread her legs, hold her for me.” The other says and the man I’m sat on wraps his boots around both my feet, yanking them apart.

I’m still in my panties. Somehow they’ve forgotten to remove them in their haste to violate me thus far but I guess it won’t take much for them to rectify that.

As the other man steps closer and my fear lurches to an uncontrollable level, a door opens, and it feels like the whole atmosphere changes.

They both still.

They’re like statues now. Frozen to the spot. I can sense their fear. I can smell it and it makes me more afraid because if they’re shitting themselves then I’m in even more danger.

Someone walks in. No, more than one person.

I hear boots. At least half a dozen of them, meaning there’s three new men in this room. Three new men with me half naked, bound, straddling a man who has every intention of raping me.

The sack comes off. My hair falls to cover my face as it does and a hand sweeps it back.

I look up.

I can’t help it. I have to look and I see him staring back at me.

Him

They’ve stripped her. They’ve tied her up. She’s sat right now on one of their fucking laps with her body exposed for them both. How I haven’t killed them already I don’t know but my concern is for her. For my woman who they’ve had the audacity to take, the audacity to touch.

She’s staring at me in shock, in shame, in relief too.

She knows I’ve come to rescue her. And that these arseholes will pay for what they’ve done.

I want to cover her. To wrap her in my arms but she’s sat patiently, obediently waiting for me to tell her what to do as if she’d not surrounded by half a dozen men right now.

I look at the man holding her, the man who even now has his boots keeping her legs apart. He smirks. The stupid fuck has the balls to smirk. My anger flares. I see red and I raise my gun, pulling the trigger. Blasting his fucking head off.

Blood splatters. His head practically explodes and my angel is covered in it.

I look at her expecting to see shock. Expecting to see horror but that’s not what’s there.

She’s smiling just enough to show me she approves. She wanted me to kill him. She wanted him to pay.

I pull her off him. Pull her body to me and Preston cuts the ties holding her wrists. As soon as she’s free she reaches for my gun in my other hand. I raise an eyebrow but I don’t stop her. She clearly wants to do something and I’m not going to get in her way.

She turns, staring at the other man, the one with his cock out. The one who no doubt moments earlier was planning on violating my woman. She raises the gun and he’s the one begging now. Shaking his head, pleading for mercy. She tilts her head, points it at his chest and pulls the trigger just like I did.

My perfect fucking queen.

“Eleri.” I murmur and she turns passing the gun to Preston without looking at him.

“You came.” It’s all she says before her lips crash into mine and I’m pulling her in tighter, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her hunger and her fear and every other emotion pulsing through her body right now.

She’s covered in blood, covered in dirt, but in this moment she’s never looked more incredible.

And I’ve never wanted her more.

She’s rocking her hips against me, gyrating, and fuck I can’t say no. I won’t say no either.

My men get the hint and fuck off. All of them quickly exiting the room. They’ve got shit to do anyway. There’s others to take care of. More trash to take out if you will.

But right now I need to take care of Eleri.

I kiss her neck, I lick at the blood covering her skin. She moans as I do it and I take my time, licking, swiping, marking her body with saliva and removing the last traces of that man.

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