Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
“I want tattoos,” I blurted out. We sat on the floor of the bathroom, and Brick held me on his lap while I finished raging. “All over my body. His marks are different from the others. Every one of those marks, I want covered in a fucking tattoo. Something beautiful and fierce to remind me I’m not a fucking victim!” I yelled the last part, needing to let more of the rage inside me out so I didn’t explode.
“You’ll have them, honey. Anything you want. I’ll be right there with you. You and me, Serelda. Always you and me.”
Brick held me while I cried and grieved. I knew Roman was doing much the same with my sister. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to look at Winter again without reliving that whole, nasty mess. We’d figure it out because I couldn’t live without my sister, but this was insane.
I’m not sure how long we sat in the bathroom, but eventually, I calmed down. Brick stood with me in his arms and sat me on the vanity while he wet a washcloth and washed my face tenderly. Then he fixed my toothbrush and handed it to me. I used it automatically, not knowing what else to do.
When I was finished, he undressed me, then himself, and put us both in the shower. The water was hot, like I needed it. Brick poured shower gel over my body, moving me out of the spray before rubbing my skin with his hands until I was lathered from neck to feet.
“What’s Sting going to do with that sadistic bastard?” I couldn’t help the question.
“He’s going to kill him. Eventually.”
“He’ll make him suffer?”
“As much as you and Winter want him to. He’s the president, and the decision is ultimately his, but I’ll ask him to give you that if you want me to. I’ve never asked him for anything, so I know this is something he’ll give me. Just say the word, baby.”
“I want him to suffer. If that makes me a bad person, so be it. I want him to suffer so long he begs for death. Then I want him to suffer some more.”
“I’ll make it happen. It will go on for as long as Sting will let it. He starts lettin’ up and thinkin’ about lettin’ him die, I’ll push as hard as I can, Serelda. This will be my gift to you.”
I held Brick’s gaze for long moments, really thinking about it. “No.” I sighed, the last of the immediate anger and pain evaporating. “No. Let Sting take care of him. However he chooses.” I shook my head. “He’s not worth another second of my time.”
“Serelda. My woman.” Brick wrapped his arms around me. The water poured over us in a heated fall. With Brick holding me tight, praising me as he did, I soon relaxed, my mind going blissfully numb. “My brave, brave woman.”
“I love you, Xander. I love you so much it hurts, and I never want to be without you.”
“You’ll never have to. I’ll be with you as long as I fuckin’ live.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled Brick down for a searing kiss. I tried to put every ounce of feeling I had for him into that kiss. I’d told him I loved him, but I needed to show him. He was everything to me. Brick had come after me. He’d protected me with everything he had. He’d killed for me and promised to use every bit of pull he had in this club to make my nightmare suffer for as long as he could. Brick was the wall between me and everyone else. He was the one man in the whole world who got me. And he was the only man in the world I would ever want with my heart and soul.
Brick let me kiss him over and over, thrusting his tongue into my mouth counter to my own thrusts into his. Fingers threaded into my hair, Brick moved me where he wanted me, though not taking complete control. He seemed to know I needed to lead this encounter. At least, until I didn’t. Brick would know when to take over, and he would master me when he did. And I’d love every fucking second of it.
I reached between us as I kissed him, stroking his cock. It was trapped between our wet bodies, and I pressed it against my belly while I rubbed my hand up and down. He groaned, still kissing me, his fingers digging into my back where he held me. I loved the sounds he made when he was turned-on. I loved knowing it was me who’d done this to him.
“Fuck, baby. Just… FUCK!” Brick let his head fall back as I continued to stroke his cock. It throbbed and pulsed in my hand. Precum leaked from the tip in drop after slick drop. I started to sink to my knees, but Brick tightened his fingers in my hair. “No,” he bit out. “Need your pussy, woman.”