Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
His hips grind into me, and I could cum just like this. But when he rears up and tears open my bra top, I shudder with happiness.
“Yes!” I shout. I look around. There’s no one here. No more Devil or Lucy. No more Father Francis or St. James.
We’re alone.
“They’re gone,” I say. Even the men in masks have disappeared. They left silently, and now it’s as if they’d never been. I wonder if they were here at all.
“No one gets to see you like this,” He skates a hand down my bare chest. “No one touches you. No one but me.”
“No one,” I promise. From now on, I’ll poison my enemies from afar.
He drags his lips down my neck to my shoulder. I’m still covered in blood and poison, and fuck, I don’t want to hurt him, but I don’t want him to stop.
“I feel, I feel you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Kaiser, please, I need you.” My skin is hot and too tight. I feel like I will die if he doesn’t claim me now.
He drags his lips down my neck, between my breasts, to my belly. Pleasure blooms through me. I can do nothing but lie back and let him worship me. My hands are free, and I touch every part of him I can reach. His shaved head, his ears, his forehead.
He licks between my legs. Holy Hecate, yes! Heat bursts through me, and I want more. He drives the fingers of his right hand deep into my sex. It feels so good, I come up off the altar, my voice ringing out in the cathedral space. Kaiser grabs my wrists, keeping me from fighting him. He’s holding me like he never wants to let go.
“I will never let anyone hurt you,” he murmurs. His lips are soft, but his grip on my wrists is hard and cruel. No mercy.
“Yes, more. Touch me. Hold me down. Don’t let me go.”
“Have to taste you. Fuck.” He pushes his whole face into me. His shoulder muscles bunch, his blue eyes flashing up to meet mine. I writhe, but he pins me, forcing me to lie here and take it.
And I. Love. It. The sight of him pressed into me, the feel of his tongue licking me, his fingers strumming my clit—it’s all too much.
I come hard, with the love of my life on his knees before me, drinking me down. Then he rises up and claims me, fucking me right in the hellish sanctuary, while we’re both drenched in the blood of our enemies.
It feels right. It feels like deja vu. Inevitable.
It’s not normal, but we will never be normal. And that’s the way I like it.
I look pretty and sweet, but inside, I am as deadly as nightshade. To love me is to court death.
Kaiser knows this. He understands. He has a kill count I aspire to. He will teach me his ways. And I will teach him mine.
Together, we will be the deadliest couple on Earth.
43
Bella
The sunlight is warm on my face as Kaiser drives me through the countryside. He holds my hand in between shifting gears.
The wedding is tomorrow. My friends are going to be my bridesmaids. Honey is excited, and so is Elodie. Raine’s stepbrother agreed that she could come, as long as he was invited, too.
Kaiser and I even went to marriage counseling one last time. One thing led to another, and Kaiser and I started making out on the couch, and Father Francis had to leave the room.
We’re all set for the ceremony at St. Xavier’s. There’s just one more thing I need to do.
“Turn here,” I say, pointing to a small dirt road between overgrown fields.
Kaiser obliges, and we roll down the long, winding road. He slows the Jeep so we don’t kick up too much dust.
Finally, we come to a sprawling white farmhouse with peeling paint.
“Is this it?” Kaiser asks.
“Yep.” I point to a sign that’s hidden behind stalks of goldenrod and half swallowed up by morning glory vines. It reads Flowerwood. My mother’s family farm.
It should be mine now, but my father didn’t include it in the inheritance paperwork. I know he’s here, hiding out.
I jump out of the Jeep before Kaiser can initiate the child locks. “Be right back.”
“Bella—” he shouts after me, but I’m already running down the lane.
“I’m just going to see Papa!” I shout over my shoulder. “I’ll be fine.” I dart off the path and take the shortcut through the orchard. Kaiser will still chase me, but this will buy me some time.
The old barn looks just like I remember. Red with a gray tin roof and Virginia creeper running up the side. But it also looks smaller. Papa is there, not inside working in the lab like I expected, but outside with a gardening hat and gloves on. Weeding the garden, like he used to do back when Mom was alive.