“I want this one,” he speaks, but doesn’t look at me. His focus is on my girl. I shouldn’t feel as if she is mine, but I do. I’m not entirely selfish, but it seems tonight I am. Lucille has come into my life and turned it on its fucking head.
“She’s taken,” I tell him, not even bothering to look at my girl. Fuck, I need to stop calling her that.
“Aww come on,” he moans, chuckling when I grab Lucille’s arm and drag her toward the front of the house. We should leave. There’s a twisting in my gut telling me this is a bad idea. I’ve already got what I came for. I should leave. We should leave. Her shoes clack against the cool cobbles as I drag her back to the car. The moment we reach the side of the house, the asshole descends.
He is drunk. I’m not. I spin on my heel, releasing Lucille from my hold before throwing the keys at her. But she doesn’t move. Her gaze is locked on the fucker taking a swing at me. I dip low, remembering what Hawk taught me about close up combat.
I swing a left, then a right, making contact with his face easily. Because he’s intoxicated, he’s not focused. It’s easy for me to take advantage of the fact. I am hyper aware of Lucille’s gaze burning a hole in my back, but I don’t look at her. I know the moment I glance her way, I’ve given him too much leeway.
So, instead of telling her to leave, I allow her to watch me lose my shit. I kick out, my shoe slamming right into his crotch sending him to his knees. That’s when she races forward, her hand on mine as I pull out my blade. She knew I had it on me, she knew I would use it.
With one small glance over my shoulder, I smile before turning to the man before me and I slice through his cheek. The skin parts, in a sinister sliver of flesh. Blood pours from the wound, and Lucille is right beside me. Her dress is getting drenched in crimson as I continue to cut the man up into tiny ribbons.
The deep red of flesh, and the soft hiss of the blade cutting through the skin, hitting bone every now and then is enough to have me blacking out. But her hand lands on my arm, holding me to the present, but allowing me into the darkness where I need it most.
This is where I’m more like myself. When the body finally drops to the ground in a thud, pieces of a man lie at our feet, I turn to her. Those golden eyes shimmer in the low light hides us in the shadows.
Her pupils are dilated. While her mouth is parted, and her flesh is smattered with drops of red. She’s never looked more beautiful. That’s a lie, the last time she was so exquisitely breathtaking was when we claimed her as ours.
As much as she probably wants to escape The Fallen, I’m almost certain she knows she never can.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LUCILLE
Blood drips from my face. Crow looks like a villain, a dangerous, volatile animal who has devoured his prey. It seems I’m next on the menu. He stares at me, the darkness flashes in his eyes makes the silver turn to gunmetal gray.
An icy wind sends shivers through me, my spine tingles with awareness. Crow saunters toward me as his gaze holds me hostage. I can’t move. I’m frozen to the spot. He stops inches from me, his hand gripping my hair, tugging me closer as he leans in. His mouth captures mine, the sweetness of his tongue laps against my mouth. His flavor warms me in the cool night as I open for his demanding need.
His body pushes me against the wall, the bricks biting into my back, and his hands trail over my curves until he finds the hemline of my dress as he shoves it up. Once it bunches to my hips, he finds my wetness, the material of my panties drenched from watching him kill.
My demons dance, they sing when his hardness presses against my core. I want so much more.
“Is this what you wanted?” he questions, his voice low and gravely. “Is this what your little cunt needs?” Crow’s eyes are filled with lust so dark it sends a cold shiver down my spine.
“Please,” I beg, finding myself rolling my hips against his. A hiss of desire escapes his lips and causes me to clench my thighs. My panties are soaked, as his fingers find my pussy, and he shoves the material to the side. With two fingers, he dips both digits inside me.
“That’s it, little slut,” Crow coos as he finger fucks me deep and fast. His hand moving against my clit, sending spasms of bliss shooting through every inch of my body.