Page 247 of Hate to Love You

He lays crumpled on his side, and after using my foot to turn him over, I realize that he is still breathing.

Good.

“P…ple…please just…kill…me,” he groans.

“Oh, I’m not going to kill you,” I smirk slowly, watching with satisfaction as a tear falls down Sean’s face.

“…She’s going to kill you.”

“What?” Abby breathes, turning to look at me.

However, as I pull the Antonov dagger from my suit coat, her eyes light up.

“And I think you should do it with this, it is an Antonov family heirloom after all. Since I know you like it.”

“But I’m not family,” she says quietly.

I suddenly grip her chin so quickly and forcefully, she gasps.

“You are my family now too,” I whisper, slipping my hand between her thighs, rubbing the handle of the dagger against her soft slit. “And once you finish off this bastard, I’m going to fuck you and get to work on putting my heir inside you.”

Abby gasps, but before she can say a word, I press my lips to hers and shove my tongue in her mouth. She throws her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

“So, you might as well just hold on to it,” I growl, as I finally pull away from her. “Now, finish off this poor bastard.”

Without warning I grab her soft pussy in my hands and rub her clit.

She takes the knife from me, carefully flipping the sharp obsidian blade around and twirling it in her fingers.

“You’re sure?” she asks, raising a brow at me. “You want me to kill him. However, I want?”

I nod.

“Finish him off, my darling,” I whisper against her neck, kissing her earlobe. “And then I’ll return the favor. Inside you.”

As I pull back to look at her, Abby’s wicked grin ignites every dark desire in my heart. I’m convinced I would burn the world to ash just to see her smile like this.

Turning back to Sean, she grips the dagger hard and then presses it to his throat.

“This is for the fucking dog,” Abby sneers. “His name is Caeser.”

One quick swipe of the blade opens the artery in his neck, and blood immediately starts to spray everywhere. I try to pull her backwards, but it’s too late, the hot thick liquid coating her clothes, chest and face.

However, Abby doesn’t react.

In fact, she stands rigid, as if she’s in a trance, staring at Sean. Slowly she lifts her hand to her face, seeing that it too is covered in blood.

…And she smiles.

But perhaps the most disturbing of all, is the fact that looking at her now, in her most raw and vicious form, I realize that I have never been more attracted to her.

Jaxon Pace was right. I am fucked. And I want her. Now.

“Get out,” I bark at my men. “All of you!”

Snatching Abigail’s hand in mine, I follow after the men, and lock the doors behind them.

The moment we are alone, I immediately turn to Abby, wrapping my fingers through her curls and pulling her mouth to mine.