“Vitus?” I questioned, kicking one of the guard’s limp hands.
“No, Bryce took Vitus before we breached the city.”
I didn’t feel anything from that omission but relief. More for Arlen than me, and all the other women Vitus had hurt.
“Why is this kid so important?”
“He’s to the Venom what Adelaide is to the Savages.
“They worked with us to get rid of Vitus, probably planning to steal the kid away the entire time.”
I looked from the cell to him in disbelief.
“If you knew that’s what was going to happen why did you let it?”
“Because he’s like Rome was.”
Yeah, I had no idea what that meant. How could a five year old be anything like Romero?
I sighed, letting the subject rest for the time being. There wasn’t much I could do about it anyway.
He was silent for a minute before maneuvering so that I was in front of him and he was behind me, signaling for the two acolytes to leave.
“I didn’t tell you how proud I am of you. You’re fuckin perfect, Blue,” he softly said, sliding his hands around my waist.
“I certainly didn’t see this day ever coming,” I laughed, arching my ass back into him as he kissed my neck.
It was incredible the things he could make me feel with just a few words and feather light touch.
His hands moved downward, one cupping my pussy the other tugging on my shorts.
“We’re doing that here?” I breathed.
“You mean am I going to press you against those cell bars and bury my dick inside you, yes.” He dragged my bottoms and underwear off, kicking my legs apart.
“Cobra there’s,” my words ended on a gasp as he shoved two bloody fingers into my pussy.
“There are dead people all around us, your pussy is wet and my dick is hard,” he growled.
His fingers pumped inside me and he worked his jeans down to rest low on his hips.
“Hurry,” I whispered, grabbing hold of the iron bars for support.
I didn’t have to tell him twice, he removed his fingers and replaced it with thick dick, diving himself into me with one thrust.
I cried out, my hand clenching the cell door in front of me.
“You feel so good, Blue. Love everything about you,” he groaned, picking up his pace, hitting my G-spot in the process.
His words had my pussy growing wetter, my heart squeezing in my chest. “I love you, too,” I breathed.
He immediately pulled out, spun me around and wrapped my legs around his waist, slamming back inside me with a toe curling brutality.
“Say it again,” he demanded over my breathy moans.
“I love you,” I repeated, threading my fingers through his hair. The look on his face was something between adoration and possessiveness.
I pulled his mouth to mine, letting him consume me completely me.