Page 111 of The Ecstasy of Sin

The thunderous boom of splintering wood fills the cabin, and I flinch as the front door explodes inward, shards of wood flying toward us. The bulk of it crashes to the floor in two fractured pieces.

There, standing in the threshold, is Dominic.

Dressed in black, soaked in blood, a look of ruthless fury carved across his beautiful face. He is wrath made flesh.

The relief that follows is instant and overwhelming. A sob rips from my chest as my lungs finally remember how to breathe.

My captor straightens, a look of confusion on his face as he whips his head toward the door Dom just kicked in.

I don’t hesitate. Lifting my leg, I slam the heel of my shoe between his legs so hard that the chair rocks back, nearly toppling over again.

The howl of agony that comes out of him is music to my ears.

Before I even register the movement, Dominic is on him. With the Russian still doubled over, clutching his dick, Dominic drives his knee up into my captor’s face.

The crack is loud, his nose shattering on impact. A strangled cry breaks free as his body stumbles backward. Dimitri’s henchman crashes into the wall, knocking a painting off its nail.

There’s a maniacal grin on Dominic’s face as he stalks forward, eyes locked on his target. My captor staggers upright, his hand pressed to his face. Blood falls in fat drops, splattering across the dirty carpet at his feet.

“We should’ve shot you dead at the club!Ty yobanyy ublyudok!” He spits what I imagine is a hefty insult in Russian, before pushing himself off the wall.

“I’m glad you didn’t. Now I have the pleasure of torturing you until you beg me for death,” Dominic seethes, still wearing that wicked grin.

With a roar, my captor charges forward, blind rage in his dark eyes. Dominic dodges him, the movement effortless.

When the man turns to face him again, Dom punches him so hard in the face it sounds like his neck breaks when his head snaps back from the impact.

He’s out cold, hitting the floor like a sack of flour. His jaw hangs at a grotesque angle, as if the joint shattered when Dominic’s fist connected with it.

Tears spill down my cheeks, for an entirely different reason this time.

Dominic rushes over to me, his bloodied hands cradling my face as he inspects me for damage. I want to collapse into him, let him fold me in his arms so tightly that the rest of the world disappears. My body starts shaking, the sobs coming hard and fast, tremors born from adrenaline, fear, and overwhelming relief.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here. I’ve got you.” He repeats those words like a sacred vow, his voice deep and soothing.

He reaches around me to untie the rope, and I rest my head on his shoulder. I fill my lungs with air, breathing in his intoxicating scent. The warmth of his body, and the smell of his skin, calms my central nervous system.

He’s covered in blood. Blood that he spilled for me, risking his life yet again. My heart aches with a need so deep I don’t know how I’ll ever live outside of his arms again.

The rope slips free, and my numb, trembling arms rise to wrap around his neck. He gathers me into him, nearly crushing me to his chest as he sinks to his knees. I slide into his lap, thighs bracketing his hips, my face buried in his throat.

I breathe him in, even through the sharp tang of blood and sweat.

“You came for me,” I whisper, clutching him like the lifeline he is.

“I’ll always come for you, little lamb. There’s nowhere you could go that I wouldn’t follow.”

Pulling back, I stare into his eyes. Those mesmerizing, dark forest depths, so full of madness and obsession. I wouldn’t have him any other way.

His mouth descends on mine, kissing me like I’m the air he’s been starving for. I kiss him back, matching his need in equal measure. My tongue seeks his, sweeping into his mouth, desperate for the taste of him. His fingers dig into my back, pulling me impossibly closer.

I taste him, and the blood of the men that took me away from him. And it thrills me.

When I don’t pull away from his blood-soaked sins, when I thread my trembling fingers through his hair to hold him to me, he groans against my lips.

Shifting his body, he makes sure I feel the bulk of his hard cock, straining behind the blood-slick fabric of his pants.

I moan into his mouth, and surrender. I let his sickness infect me. I welcome his darkness as it sinks in deep, and settles right into my soul.