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We did his other wrists just the same, paralyzing both his hands.

Rome took over the ankles, holding the stake and swinging the mallet on his own, crushing the bone just the same as we did with his wrists. David passed out before the first foot was finished. He was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily.

Grimm, Luther, Cobra, and Bryce lifted the cross up. The thick wood groaned from the weight of David’s body but held steady. Without any saying a word, they carried him away.

EPILOGUE-R

She knew if she moved, the knife would slit her throat. Trickles of crimson were already running in rivulets down her porcelain skin.

Not that it mattered, because she was wearing it like warpaint on every other inch of her it could spray. This was our new routine.

We played, and then we fucked. I had to admit I’d never enjoyed bloodshed this much, even on my own. The kill was twice as fun when my queen stood beside me covered in blood.

I rode her harder and deeper, fucking her so good nothing coming out of her mouth made sense.

The bed sounded like it was going to go through the wall.

She had a death grip on our ruined sheets, a light sheen on her body from struggling to stay in position so she didn’t come and die at the same time.

I could have fucked her until my lungs gave out. No one compared to my beautiful girl. The way she made me feel couldn’t be put into words, so I showed her through my actions as best I could.

When she finally came, her body fucking quaked around me. Her pussy locked down on my dick and didn’t let go until I was coming balls deep inside her.

I slowly pulled my knife away from her throat, laughing under my breath when she collapsed and let out a loud, “Holy shit.”

Removing my dick from his favorite place in the world, I pressed my lips to the O and M I’d added to her back.

When she pissed me off to the point I wanted to do things no man should imagine doing to the woman he loved, I wrecked her ass and added another letter.

Reaching under the bed, I carefully slid out the box I’d placed beneath it. I sat it right beside her before she could roll over.

She glanced at it, feeling the bed slightly dip from its weight, and then she fucking squealed like a girl.

When she bounced up on her knees, my eyes immediately dropped to the slight bump protruding from her stomach that I already had plans to make permanent.

She smashed her nose against the glass, meshing it down like a little kid.

“You like it?” I laughed again. I did that shit more times than I ever had in my life.

“Rome, I fucking love it! I love you!” She launched herself at me—something she’d been doing a lot more fucking lately—which as a man I could never complain about because it always ended with my dick down her throat or inside her. And sometimes, it just felt good to be loved by her.

“How long have you had this?” She lifted David’s preserved head onto her lap.

It’d taken me for fucking ever to find someone to do it. He was already a nice charcoal color and deformed; I figured if he rotted, anyone at least I could say the motherfucker was once on my mantle.

Burning him alive was cathartic.

I would’ve given her Dhal, too, but she didn’t make the ride home in the back of my jeep.

Reaching back under the bed, I pulled out the second box.

Without asking—because, like I’d already told her, what we had went deeper than marriage—I pulled her hand onto my lap and slid the square ruby on her finger.

She stared at it for what felt like hours when one tear finally slid down her cheek. I beat her to it, swiping it off with my thumb and then sucking on it.

“Fucking asshole, making me cry,” she mumbled and wrapped her arms around me, burying her face in my neck.

“I love the fuck out of you, baby.” I kissed her temple.