Page 86 of Desecrated Saints
“To unhinge you! Just because you want her to be alive doesn’t mean she is. You’re fooling yourself, Eight. She’s dead and she isn’t coming back to play happy fucking families.”
His harsh words punch through my chest. Feeling like I can’t breathe, the world becomes draped in shades of red. Blood. Anger. Love. Retribution. This colour has so many meanings. For me, all I see is the arterial spray that coated my childhood home’s kitchen as it poured from Logan’s throat.
“She’s alive.”
Seven’s fierce gaze glares down at me. “Don’t let him in your head!”
“I c-can’t do this…”
“Goddammit,” he curses. “It’s taking every ounce of control I have not to put a bullet between this asshole’s eyes. I need you, Eight. Come back to me.”
Staring up at his savage eyes, I can almost glimpse the surface of the ocean I’m drowning in. We need to pull each other out. Both of us are incapable of managing emotions anymore. Seven stands frozen as I smash into him, already seeking out his lips. Our mouths meet in a hot frenzy.
I don’t care if Hunter and the team are on their way. The monster that broke us both is lying mere inches away, somehow still breathing. He doesn’t deserve to exist in this world, but if I kill him, I’ll lose the only lead we have to finding Phoenix.
Seven is right.
This is the only way.
“How long do we have?” I ask against his lips.
“Ten minutes, max.”
Nodding, I take the pair of handcuffs that Hunter issued us with from my coat pocket. It feels like poetic justice to cuff Lazlo’s unconscious form, attaching his wrists to a huge metal pipe to keep him trapped.
With our hostage taken care of, I grab Seven’s hand. We run side by side, slipping into a nearby abandoned structure.Dodging smashed windows and littered debris, I slam him against a crumbling brick wall.
“You want to do this right now?” Seven asks gruffly.
“Shut the fuck up. It’s this or I gut that son of a bitch like a fish. I can’t do nothing. I’m losing my mind here.”
Eyes darkening, Seven’s hand curls around my throat. “You want me to hurt you, princess?”
Fire burns in my lungs from the lack of air as he begins to tighten his grip. I’m shaking all over, two people warring inside of me. One of them is going to win this battle. I can’t let it be Patient Eight. If she sneaks back in, I won’t ever find myself again.
“Yes,” I squeeze out. “Hurt m-me or I’ll hurt him.”
Flipping us around, Seven crushes me against the wall. My hands meet the hard brick as he bends me over by pushing my lower back. His movements are harsh and hurried, without any gentle introductions.I don’t give a damn; I’m happy to be handled roughly.
When my borrowed combat trousers and panties are shoved down my hips, I gasp at the cold, night air kissing my bare pussy. It’s freezing in here, even with my entire body flushed. Seven’s palm cracks against my ass cheek, sending a flash of pain straight down south.
“Do you think of me when you’re fucking them, Eight?”
His fingers slide between my legs, seeking out the wetness gathering at my core. I bite back a response as he shoves two fingers deep inside in an attempt to coax the truth free.
“Answer me,” Seven commands.
Gliding in and out, he keeps torturing me with his fingers. I have to bite my lip when he circles my clit and pinches. I won’t give it to him. I have enough possessive hotheads in my life without his bullshit too.
“I bet you do,” he croons. “I hope you see my face when they make you come. Do you remember the night I whispered to you while you touched yourself for me, princess?”
I can’t suppress a gasp when he pulls his fingers from my pussy, hitting my ass again instead. Each touch is like the lash of a fiery whip. We’re running out of time, and it makes this even hotter.
“That was one time,” I manage to respond.
“I knew you remembered it. The little moans you made while finishing all over your fingers had me so hard. I wanted to break through the concrete and fuck you myself.”
The zip of his fly has my heart rate skittering with anticipation. My legs are shaking, even without much foreplay. I don’t need him to hold my hand and pretend this is anything but animal lust.