Page 113 of The Ecstasy of Sin

I breathe through my mouth, waiting for the nausea to pass. The sound of Dominic slapping Boris around fills my ears.

The dagger is back in Dominic’s hand. Boris stares forward, his bloodshot eyes unfocused. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, each one shallow and wet.

I stare at Boris, who finally meets my gaze, his narrowed eyes full of pure hatred. The memory of him hitting me, and preparing to violate me, is enough to chase the nausea away.

I swallow, and lift my chin in silent defiance.

Dominic tosses the dagger in the air again, and this time when he brings it down, he drives it into Boris’s left knee. I cringe as it slides behind his kneecap with a sickening pop.

He screams, his jaw hanging at an unnatural angle, spit and blood flying from his tongue. His body convulses as his eyes roll back. Dominic slaps him again, but Boris falls unconscious anyway.

Dom turns to me, pleasure carved into his expression. He wipes the blade on his pant leg, and I can’t help but drink in the sight of him.

Like an avenging devil, drenched in the blood of my enemies, he offers me a satisfied smile.

“Come here,” he murmurs, lifting his hand toward me.

I rise to my feet, but I’m a little unsteady. He steps forward to catch me before my knees give out, pulling me against his body. “I’ve got you, little lamb.”

He takes my lips in a kiss, deepening it instantly with a sensual caress of his tongue. I melt into him, dizzy from the taste of him, the feel of him, and the violence still clinging to his skin.

Pain throbs through my face, but it only makes the relief of being in his arms again sharper.

He guides me toward the table, walking me until my ass bumps against the edge. Then his hands grip my hips, and he lifts me effortlessly onto the smooth wooden surface.

“Dominic,” I breathe, my palms pressing to his blood-streaked chest, my fingers playing with the soaked black fabric of his shirt.

He steps between my legs and wraps his arms around me, unapologetic about the carnage he wears like a trophy.

I lean in, desperate for more of his touch. My lips part, and my tongue sweeps across his bottom lip in invitation.

He sighs, his body relaxing, as I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and suck. He moans when I taste the blood of our enemies on his mouth.

My fingers drift up to cradle the side of his face, and I pull him closer to me, kissing him feverishly. I put everything I’m feeling into the kiss, letting him taste my adoration and my need.

When I pull away, his lips chase mine, brushing softly against them. “I would die for you, Wren.”

I nod, whispering against his mouth, “I know. I would die for you, too.”

His hand rises to grip my throat, thumb stroking the quickened heartbeat beneath my skin. “Death can’t have you. You belong to me,” he promises, his gaze locked on mine.

I could spend the rest of my life drowning in the possessive adoration burning in his beautiful eyes. “Then I would live for you.”

A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, then his hand drops to my chest. His palm settles between my breasts, and his other hand tugs away the ruined remnants of my shirt. The fabric falls to the floor in a heap.

My eyes stay on his as he presses down with his palm, lowering me onto my back.

Heat spreads low in my body as he shifts me farther down the table, and places both of my feet carefully on the dusty surface so I can brace with my knees up.

My eyes widen when he unbuttons my jeans, his hands gripping the material and dragging it down my legs. He puts my feet back in place, and tosses my pants aside.

“Dom…” I whisper, confusion etched across my features as my eyes flick to the bloodied ruin of Boris slumped in the chair.

When I turn back to Dominic, his eyes immediately find mine.

“I don’t want you to think about anything but your pleasure,” he commands, stroking his hand down my body to hook his fingers in my underwear and pull them off. “When he screams, when he cries, when he fucking begs… I want you to focus on how good I’m making you feel.”

I swallow hard against the guilt that tries to crawl up my spine, but the insatiable lust in Dominic’s gaze and his hands on my thighs ground me. I breathe, closing my eyes for just a moment to gather myself, before I relax my legs.