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The first to go are his hands—the ones that have abused me for so many years, the same ones he used to touch all over Megan while we were married.

Next, he takes off Jamal’s shoes and slashes his feet. I can’t even count on one hand how many times he’s kicked me in the ribs, stomach, and face.

But, the best is saved for last. Gavin takes his time cutting off Jamal’s penis before shoving it down his throat.

Then, Gavin and I stand back and watch as Jamal tries desperately to dislodge his appendage from his throat, but without any hands, he’s out of luck. It’s pushed so far down that I can see it bulging out of the side of his neck. It’s so sadistic, but I'm loving every minute of it.

When Jamal’s body goes slack, I let out a breath, wrap my arms around Gavin’s neck, and bring his mouth down to mine.

“There’s something I want to do,” I murmur against his lips.

He kisses me softly and asks, “And what’s that, baby?”

CHAPTER 17

GAVIN

First, Aliyah takes her jacket off and lets it fall to the floor. Then, she crashes her mouth against mine once again, kissing me deeply. I groan and pull her closer, desperate to feel her soft, warm body against mine. She runs her fingertips along my scalp before gripping my hair, making me shiver.

Gripping my cloak, she yanks me down to the floor with her until we’re kneeling in Jamal’s blood. For a second, I'm confused, but then it hits me: she wants to have sex in the blood of her abuser.

And I'm more than happy to oblige.

My hands slide down Aliyah’s body until they reach the hem of her dress. I quickly pull it over her head and toss it aside. She shivers when the cool air hits her warm skin, goosebumps instantly peppering her arms. She moans softly into my mouth before pulling away and clawing at the bottom of my cloak to get it off. I’m not a very patient man, and I don’t care about this cloak, so I grip the collar with both hands and rip it in half, making Aliyah gasp.

“Your cloak—” she starts, but I cut her off with a rough kiss.

“I’ll buy a new one,” I growl against her lips.

My hands grip her tiny waist tightly and pull her back to me, savoring the feel of her. Slowly, I lay her down until I’m hovering above her, and I rest my pelvis between her legs. She gasps again, this time from the sheer size of my cock against her pussy.

Now that Jamal’s out of the way, I can finally have her for myself; I’ve been aching to drown myself in her all night.

Her teeth graze over my bottom lip deliciously as she teases me. My hardened cock twitches with need; I'm so desperate to be buried inside of her.

Aliyah breaks the kiss for a moment to catch her breath, but I devour her mouth greedily.

Her breath, her soul—her everything belongs to me now.

“Please,” she whimpers pitifully, grinding her clit against my cock and moaning when the pierced tip grazes over her warmth.

“I think I like it when you beg, little one,” I murmur before giving her what she wants.

Slowly, I push myself inside of her warm, dripping pussy. Our breaths mingle with one another as we exhale together.

Oh, fuck me, she feels incredible.

“God,” she breaths. Her fingernails dig into the large expanse of my back and drag down, creating a crazy sensation of pleasure and pain with me being so deep inside of her.

Dropping my head into the crook of her neck, I struggle to catch my breath as I say, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“I’m ready, just please, fuck me,” she moans.

I thought she’d need more time to adjust to my size, but judging by the way her heels dig into my ass, I'd say she’s more than ready.

I pull out until my tip is just barely inside of her, and then I hold still and smirk at her.

“What are you doing?” she huffs, annoyed.