Page 147 of Broken Souls

“I’m going to check if you’re wet, little monster,” Varius growls as he strangles me. “But you better fucking not be.”

Striding over to a wall, he slams my back against it. I try to fight him off as he keeps me up with a thigh between my legs and his hand around my throat. He shoves my dress up, sticks his other hand down my panties, and pushes a finger inside me.

He hisses in a breath as I squeeze around him. Pleasure pulses through me as I arch off the wall.

“You fucking whore.” He shoves more fingers into my pussy, stretching me enough to tear.

I cry out without a sound. My head grows far too dizzy. My vision starts to blur. He finger fucks me hard and fast, growling words that I don’t catch. I pass out and then wake up to find his hand no longer on my neck and his fingers no longer in me. Now it’s his cock, slamming into my pussy as he fucks me hard and fast and brutal.

I suck in air. My sore throat causes me to gasp. He turns his head to look at me, his eyes hard. White hot jealousy slams into me.

“Did you like imagining yourself pegging her?” he snaps as his hips bruise my thighs in hard delicious thrusts. “I saw how you fucked her with that knife. It turned you on, didn’t it? Made you so fuckingwet.”

“You’re...delusional,” I choke out.

“Don’t lie to me!” His fist slams into the wall. “I felt how wet you were. You were fuckingsoaked.” He rams into me, breathing hard.

My eyelids flutter as I moan and arch back. My fingers dig into his broad shoulders. “I’m wet...because you touched me...you damn neanderthal.”

“Bullshit.”

“I killed her, Varius.”

“You raped her with that knife. You were wishing it was a dildo, weren’t you? Or your own fucking dick if you took a Rick.” He buries himself deep inside me as he shakes with jealousy. The guy is fucking crazy.

“Of course not! I just wanted to fuck her up so you could never slide your dick into her again, you ass.”

“I’ve never touched her,” he growls as he slides out of me and forces me around to face the wall. I push my ass out to him as he grabs my hips.

“She showed me otherwise,” I say.

“She lied.” He presses the head of his cock against my ass. He doesn’t push in, just rims it.

“And how the fuck would I know?” I shout as I turn my head to look at him. “You’ve already slept with one whore! What’s one more?”

“You are the only person I’ve slept with!” he roars as he shoves his cock into me, tearing up my ass, but I welcome the pain. Need it to control my rage. Pushing back on him, I fuck him as hard as he fucks me.

“You fuckingliar!You slept with Khalid’s –”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Bullshit!”

“I swear to the fucking gods, Micha. You are the only person I have ever slept with.” He slams in all the way as he grabs my chin and forces me to arch back. I stare at him in anger, but it slowly fades under the intensity in his eyes.

Holy shit. He’s telling the truth.

My jaw drops. “Then why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t think you cared.” His hand feathers down to my throat as he starts thrusting into me hard and deep. “I couldn’tstandthe thought of you telling me that,” he hisses. “How you didn’t care if I fucked another woman because I wasn’t yours anymore.” His eyes burn bright and wet, and my breath catches on fire from the heat of them, the flames eating up all the oxygen in my lungs.

“Fuck, monster.” He sags against me, pinning me to the wall with his bulk as one arm bands around me to stroke my pussy. “I have ‘Property of Micha Shadow’ tattooed on me,” he says, his voice a lot lower but no less ragged, no less raw and honest than it was before. “Those are not meaningless words. I’myours. I’m fucking yours, little monster, and the thought of you rejecting that, I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t lose the hope that one day I could make you fall in love with me again.

“So even though you clearly hated me and tried to kill me and even though you cut off my fucking claim on you, I held hope that as long as I didn’t hear you say that I wasn’t yours…” He swallows hard, and a tear slips free. “It was all I had to hold on to, monster.”

My lips wobble as I stare up at him. There is so much raw emotion in his eyes, so much fucking pain and misery. Caused byme. Because I was hurting. Because he hurt me.

I shake my head. “They’re bonded,” I say. “That couldn’t have happened if –”