“No,” I pant. “You were everything. You are everything.”
In a blink of an eye, Heath’s fingers aren’t inside me anymore. Before I can say anything, he pins me on the ground with one hand on my throat as he pushes his cock into me with a single thrust. “I wasn’t, but I will be.”
He presents his fingers to me and forces them into my mouth. Three fingers deep, he pushes farther until I gag. “I’m going to fuck this pretty throat, Kat. Own every fuckin’ hole. Not something a loving brother should do, is it? Sick and twisted, and you know what, Kat? I don’t give a fuck. I don’t care about morals or decorum. All I care about is fucking you like the animal you turned me to.”
I don’t understand why Heath keeps repeating that he’s my brother, it’s a twisted, sick game he’s playing. He wants to disgust me, but the reality is, his obscene just turns me on. Maybe it’s because of the years of abuse I suffered under Henry and Eddie, but whatever it is, it’s something I need now. Heath’s hoping his demons will scare me away, but all he’s doing is making me want him more.
Copious amounts of saliva trail from my lips as he pulls his hand from my bruised mouth. “Look at you, Kat. The pretty princess is now a common whore.” He rubs his wet hand along my face, coating my skin with my saliva. “Good thing you have an owner, Kat. A man who loves to degrade you while still worshiping at your altar.” He slaps my face. “Open that mouth, cunt.” My lips fall open, and Heath spits in my mouth. I swallow, and he does it again. “I never said you could swallow. Stick out your tongue.”
His fingers pull at the sides of my face, stretching my lips. “Pretty girl. Who knew being treated like this would make you so wet? You hear your pussy, baby. How wet it gets from being humiliated by me? The rich girl, slumming it like a common streetwalker.” Spit trails from his mouth to mine. “So fucking beautiful.” He laughs manically, letting go of my lips and slapping my face. He thrusts in me, one hand moving down to my clit, his fingers thrumming.
“Oh, god, I’m going to come,” I shout.
Henry groans and exhales a rattle.
“Not God, baby. Gods don’t fuck like this. God could never have your cunt gushing like this. I want you to know who’s fucking you. I want you to call out to the devil when my cock is deep in your sweet pussy. I want you to say my name.”
I’m Persephone, being defiled by Hades. He’s what demons run from. The monster in the dark. But no matter what kind of man Heath is now, he’s the man who owns every single piece of my damaged and fragile heart.
“I fucking love you. No matter how hard I tried to stay away, I couldn’t because all roads, Kat, all fucking roads lead right back to you.”
My body tenses with the blistering passion of life, the agony of pain, the unbearable weight of loss, the heat of anger, the profound ache of regret. With his hand wrapped tightly around my throat, I shatter into a million pieces, screaming into the darkness as I come on his throbbing cock.
“Fuck,” Heath growls, sinking his teeth ruthlessly into my shoulder as he releases his passion into me.
My hand moves to his hair in the crazy notion of comforting a man who just fucked me like he hates me. But Heath doesn’t hate me. He can’t because no matter what we do to each other, the love forged in our hearts is too strong to ever resemble hate.
His gun and knife lie beside us in the sand and our dead brother’s body, just a step away from where we’ve ended up.
He presses a soft kiss onto my head before he moves off of me, splaying on the cold ground. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice gritty with emotion.
“For what?”
“That wasn’t how I wanted to make love to you.”
“But it’s how I want you to make love to me. Heath, I’ve been through so much, and the darkness has touched me too. It’s irrevocably shaped parts of me, and there’s no turning back. It’s who we are now.”
“What do you mean?”
I never get to answer him.
“You fucking whore!”
Henry’s voice.
These are the last words I hear before everything goes black.
Chapter 24
Heath
I don’t know who’s pushing against me. All I know is that the people pulling me back are keeping me away from the only fucking thing I care about.
“Get your hands off me unless you want me to break every fucking finger you’ve got.”
“Sir, calm down, or we’ll have to remove you.”
Fear creeps under my skin like an unwanted lover, consuming and then paralyzing my body. “How about you fucking try to keep me from her.”