Page 140 of Claimed By a King

“Give me that,” she demands, and Slasher looks to me for guidance as Zoe uses her teeth to release the bind of the first glove.

I give him a nod, and he approaches her. Holding out his phone as she tugs one glove free and works on the other.

They drop to the floor forgotten as she snatches the phone from Slasher, her breaths ragged from working herself so hard for the last few hours.

Moving up behind her, I peer over her shoulder to see the gruesome images of her dad’s corpse.

Using her fingers over the screen, Zoe zooms in on one image, not to see the way her father’s intestines are hanging free of his torn open gut, and not to see the way his eyes are sewn shut just like the other victims, but to see the words carved into her dad’s chest, all bloody and scabbed.

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The phone tumbles from Zoe’s grasp, clattering to the floor before her hands fist in her hair and a guttural scream rips from her lungs.

“Leave us,” I snap at Slasher, who nods and retrieves his phone before exiting quickly.

Another howling scream lurches from Zoe’s lungs as she bends at the waist, tugging her hair so forcefully that I fear she’ll rip it fromher scalp.

“Zo!” I reach for her wrists, trying to control her, but she spins, her blue eyes nearly black with the rage swimming in them.

“I want her fucking head cut from her body!”

“Yes,” I nod. “You will get that.”

“I want to stab a blade into her gut and watch her fucking insides fall out!” she bellows, her face contorting with so much rage I’m not sure if I’ll ever help her find her way back.

“Yes, Princess. I will make sure you are the one to do that,” I promise her and she leaps at me, her dainty hands fisting in the front of my shirt as she seethes in my face.

“I want to hold her heart in my hand and feel it take it’s last fucking beat before I dice it into little pieces.”

Jesus. Her words.

She’s like Cain’s prodigy.

“Whatever you want, Zoe. It’s yours.”

A sob escapes her then, the blackness in her eyes dissipating as she shows me her pain.

“I need you,” she whispers and I grip her hips, walking her backward until her back meets the wall.

“You have me. Always.”

Leaning into her, my heart flips in my chest as she arches her back, pressing her tits against my chest.

“Make me feel good,” she whispers. “Just like this. Right here.” She hovers her lips over mine. “Make me feel good.”

I close the distance, not able to hold back, and the moment my lips slant over hers, she parts for me letting my tongue in.

Fuck.

A frenzy takes over the moment our tongues dance.

My body melts into hers, my dick already hard and pressing into her. Lifting her thigh to wrap her leg around my hip, she moans into my mouth as I gently grind my jean clad cock into the apex of her thighs.

“More,” she pants, one of her hands reaching around to claw into my ass, forcing me forward as she rolls her hips.

“Fuck, Zo,” I rasp against her lips. “Is this really okay?”

“Yes.” She nips at my lips, mashing her fabric covered mound against me. “Just like this.”

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