Rage festers in me. I grip his arm and push him back before facing him.
“That’s it, Dec. Let it out. You want to fight? We can fight. You want to fuck? I’ll fuck you until you can’t see straight. I’ll even nail your hands to your fucking cross while I do it. But you are gonna fuck her, and you’re going to make her realize how fucking angelic she is. You can be a complete cocksucker to Lorne and me, but that fucked up religious shit in your head doesn’t touch her.”
I don’t say a word because no matter what I do and say to Cas, it won’t make an impact. I’ve hurt him in so many ways, and he’s still here. The guy might be a complete psycho, but he’s loyal. Still, I want him to hurt. I want him to be angry and mental. I want him reeling, just like me.
I walk past him to Noelle. Her eyes are on the two of us like she’s watching a horror movie. I hate what I’m about to do, but I’m doing it, anyway.
I clasp her heels and pull her legs apart, pushing them toward her chest. Without warning or tenderness, I ram my cock in her pussy and listen to her scream.
Chapter 17
Noelle
He’s an anaconda or a shapeshifting horse.
I didn’t know it was humanly possible for a penis to be this big. And here I am, staring at three men blessed by the gods. I’m grateful I’m so wet because if I wasn’t, that thing he calls a penis would be ripping me apart.
He slaps my breasts, and I want more. He isn’t gentle. Whatever this is, it’s not just about desire.
I turn away, focusing on the tree branches outside the window, but he grips my face firmly and pulls my eyes to him. “Be a good slut, Eve. Look at me and only me when I’m balls deep in you. I want you to know who’s tearing this tight little pussy apart.”
I’m confused because I’m scared and aroused. His gaze is full of hate, desire, and vengeance. It’s almost like Declan is fucking me, hoping to outrun something.
“Open your mouth.”
My instinct is to obey him, not to poke the bear when he’s already feral, but I also want to push him. These men aren’t gentle. Their entire world is violence and pain. If I’m going to be with them, I need a clear grasp of what they’re capable of.
“Fuck you, Declan.”
He grips my hair at the base of my crown and tugs. The pain is excruciating, but that’s not what stuns me. It’s the fact that I enjoy it. I clench around him, and at that moment, he does something I’ve never seen him do. He smiles. “My pretty little slut likes pain as much as I do.”
His open palm presses against the side of my head, pushing my face into the pillow. His other hand gropes my breast with such force that I’m fearful he’ll rip it off. The tip of his thumb invades the side of my mouth. “When I tell you to do something, my little whore, you do it.”
He pulls at the side of my mouth until, from sheer pain, my lips part, and he takes that moment to place four fingers into my mouth. I gag from his invasion, and he laughs, pulling his wet fingers out, along with trails of saliva, that he wipes his hand on my face. “There, now you’re a proper whore. Better get used to it, Eve. It’s what you deserve for being a fucking Jezebel.”
His actions should repulse me, but all I can think about is how to get more. I’ve lived a certain way my entire life, always the good girl, doing the right things, knowing when to talk and when to stay silent. The apple of my father’s eye, always trying to make him proud. It’s exhausting living for others, bending for them. But with Declan, I feel free. I like that he doesn’t see me as perfect but wants me, anyway. He isn’t fixated on the shine. He craves the darkness.
“Is that all you got?” I yell in his face.
He stills. I’m not sure what he’s going to do, but the anticipation is exciting. This sense of danger is like opium throbbing in my veins, and I seem to have a newfound thirst for it.
“Careful there, Snow. He’s not all there,” Lorne says softly but firmly.
“None of us are all there. Cas is the Bellview Butcher. Killed his first man at nine. You’re the head of the Miller family, one of the most notorious mob families in the United States. You’re known for your unforgiving wrath.”
I grip Declan’s face, looking deep into his eyes. “And you’re known as the Last Rite. The killer who allows his victims to seek retribution before he decapitates them.”