Page 337 of Conquered

I look up at them with tear-filled eyes, my forehead creasing as another slight pain hits me followed by more slickness between my thighs.

“That’s the afterbirth,” Mai informs me, and I do an awkward shuffle to see a large blob of red on the sheets we put down, the cord flowing from the placenta to my baby. My baby girl.

My eyes trace her tiny body, taking in every detail, and a choked laugh falls from my lips when I get to her head.

“She’s ginger!” I exclaim, delight filling me as I look at her mop of red hair, just like her dad. “And has so much hair.”

“She’s beautiful,” Mai tells me, coming beside me and wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “The cord has stopped pulsing, so let’s cut it and you can have a lie down with her.”

Mai orders the twins to get me something to drink and eat then helps me onto the sofa that’s been pulled out to create a sofa bed. She helps me clean up after she’s checked me over to make sure there were no tears, all the while I hold my baby girl to my chest and just fucking marvel at her existence.

“Does she have a name?” Roman asks, and I look up to find him and Rowan waiting with snacks and a drink.

I look back down at my baby, who’s happily taking her first feed, and I can feel my lips lift up in a soft smile, warmth suffusing my entire body.

“Violet,” I reply, not taking my eyes off her, my hand gently stroking her soft head. “Her name is Violet.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

KAI

Iwatch as the life drains from my uncle’s eyes, leaving them dull and lifeless, and what was left of his blood drips down the slit in his neck. Lowering my arm, I still clutch the knife in my hand and look down briefly to see blood dripping on the already crimson-splattered floor.

I’d expected to feel something, relief maybe, but I’m still lost to my darkness and all I feel is numbness. I feel nothing for this man that was meant to take care of me but instead abused me for years. There’s nothing but an emptiness inside of me as I look over his dead body.

“Come, brother,” Jax says, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Time to get cleaned up.”

Slowly blinking, I turn to face him, and the darkness recedes enough that my hands begin to tremble and a slight lightness infuses my limbs. Without saying anything, I hand the knife to Ash.

Walking over to the door that leads to a bathroom, I step inside and then strip my gloves and remaining clothes off,bagging them up to be taken away and burned by Enzo before the Feds arrive.

Footsteps sound on the basement stairs, and my heart ricochets in my chest until I hear the Italian trainer’s voice. I turn the shower up high, stepping under the almost blistering spray and watching the pink water running down the drain, my head bowed.

A blast of cool air hits my back, then a warm body steps into the shower with me a moment later, muscled arms wrap around me from behind in a comforting embrace.

“Let me show you that you’re alive, and not the monster he tried to make you into,” Loki’s husky voice whispers into my ear, his hard dick pressed into my ass.

A breath stutters out of me as I watch one of his arms reaching beyond me to grab the shower gel. I look down as he squeezes a dollop into his palm and then coats my thick length, the breath hissing out of me as he moves up and down in firm strokes.

“See how good that feels, sir,” he rasps in my ear, his hips moving in time to his hand. A few weeks ago I would have freaked the fuck out at his dick near my asshole, but now it just feels incredible and I want more.

“I want you to fuck me, Pet,” I say, my voice thick with lust, and his hand stills.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice breathless.

I twist my head, my hand coming to the back of his neck, and I pull him to me, slamming my lips against his. Wasting no time, I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and with a groan, he kisses me back just as fiercely.

Red hot lust pours through me, coating my insides and making me rock-fucking-solid in Loki’s grip. His deep moan matches my own and reaching behind me, I wrap my handaround his own cock, nipping his lip as I grip him hard. Pulling away from his lush, kiss-swollen lips, I look him dead in the eye.

“I want your fucking cock in my ass, Pet,” I tell him, my voice hard and full of command. “And I won’t ask again.”

“Yes, sir,” he replies, placing his hand around my hip and tugging me back. One hand goes between my shoulder blades and pushes ever so slightly so that my ass is sticking out, ready for him as my chest is pressed against the cool tiles. A shiver races over my skin at the mix of cold from the tiles and hot from the water and Loki’s hand caressing my ass.

I hear him spit in his hand, then feel the prod of a digit entering my back hole. A deep groan leaves my throat as he pumps in and out a few times, then the head of his cock replaces his finger when he pulls it out, the metal of his piercing cool against my fevered skin. I hear him spit again, feeling the wet glide of it between my cheeks as he pulls them further apart.

My heart races as he slowly pushes against the tight bud, and my fingers claw at the tiles that they are resting against when the burn of him entering me becomes almost too much. Before he thrusts in any more, he drapes his body over mine and reaches around to grab my dick in his palm, resuming his firm stroking.

“Fuck, Kai, you feel— Godamn,” he gasps as he pushes in more, and my eyes roll at feeling him inside me, his hand pumping my dick.