Revenge (Out For Blood Book 1)

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by CY Jones


  “Hunter,” I complain. “That was my favorite matching set.”

  “I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. His eyes fills with lust, and his body vibrates with his desire for me.

  When he attacks my breast, I moan, forgetting all about my knickers, or even my name. He bites down hard on my nipple, making me cry out, and he sucks away the hurt, while moving his hand downward to my pussy.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he says, rubbing his finger around my clit, and I moan even louder.

  One handed, Hunter removes his shirt and unbuckles his jeans. He uses his leg to pull his jeans down and kicks them off. His movements on my pussy grow harsher, and all I want is for him to fuck the daylights out of me. I’m done with the appetizer and need to move on to the main course.

  “I need you now,” he growls, echoing my thoughts. His eyes glow a startling shade of green as his wolf surfaces.

  “I’m yours,” I say, giving him permission as I nip his bottom lip and suck hard.

  Hunter growls again and pulls his boxers off, entering me in one hard thrust all the way to the hilt and making me cry out. He starts pounding into my pussy in such a fast paced assault, I think I’m going to pass out. Suddenly he stops and grabs my legs, pulling them over his shoulders as he re-enters me, continuing his hard pace. At this angle he drills deeper into my pussy like he’s digging for gold. His hand starts to circle my clit at the same time as his dick slides in and out of me roughly, and with the help of the new position, I come screaming, rattling the walls with uncontained power.

  Not done with me yet, Hunter pulls out of me and pushes me close to the bed-frame on my knees.

  “Grab the frame,” he orders through clenched teeth.

  He presses lightly on my back until I’m bent at a slight angle. I do as he says, gripping the frame as he grabs my hips and enters me from behind. He restarts his relentless assault on my pussy, and I grip the slits through the frame tighter as I hold on for dear life. The noises coming from my mouth are indecipherable as he takes me. My vision blurs, and I think I’m about to blackout. I knew once we got together it was going to be explosive.

  “Who’s pussy is this?” he growls through clenched teeth.

  When I don’t answer fast enough he slaps my ass cheek, and I scream out “yours.”

  “Damn, your ass jiggles so nicely,” he murmurs before slapping my ass again and then rubbing the same spot.

  By now my tears are a rushing river running down my face.

  Hunter slaps my ass again, and I come for a third time while screaming his name, barely keeping my grip on the bed frame. His hold on my hips grows tighter, and I know by morning there will be bruises there. Not like I give a fuck. The hurt feels so damn good. After a couple more punishing thrusts, he roars as he comes inside me. Both our bodies tremble in exhaustion.

  It seems to go on forever as he continues to come, filling me with his seed, so much that it starts to leak out and drip down my leg. Finally we both fall onto the bed in an exhausted heap. Rolling off me, Hunter pulls me to his chest and tenderly kisses my forehead, a big contrast from the way he was just fucking me.

  “I love you too, Remy. Since I found out you were my mate, I haven’t been with anyone else. I stayed true to you the whole time; even though I claimed to hate you. I still loved you with every piece of my broken heart that I had left after my family’s death,” he says softly as he runs his fingers through my hair. “I will love you forever, even when death claims me, you’ll still own my soul.”

  We both fall asleep satisfied and completely worn out. I knew the first time I fucked the wolf it would be epic runs through my mind before darkness takes me.

  Remy

  “Wake up, whore,” I hear before intense pain radiates out from my ribs from someone kicking me.

  I cry out, immediately snapping my eyes open to find myself naked on the basement floor with O'Donnell's angry face above me. He kicks me again, and I pull my arms to my ribs in an useless effort to protect them.

  “Are ye wake now?” he spits, as he kicks me again.

  The pain is pure agony, and I curl myself up in a ball waiting for the assault to be over with. Grabbing my arm, O’Donnell drags me over to a metal chair resembling an electric chair from an old prisons. His enforcer Victor steps out the shadows and closes the chair’s silver cuffs on my wrist and legs, binding me to the chair.

  “What the fuck?” Cody yells, stumbling to my side.

  “No, you can't be here,” I sob. “You can’t see this.”

  I’m horrified when he grabs me and holds me close to him as I cry into his chest. A loud slap snaps my attention back to the scene in front of us.

  “How long have ye been fucking Hatter?” O’Donnell screams as he slaps me across the face again hard enough to make my ears ring.

  I don’t talk, I will never snitch on Maddie. I didn’t care how hard O’Donnell beats me.

  “How long, girl?” he questions again, this time yanking on my hair so hard he pulls some of the strands out from the roots, and I cry out in pain.

  “I don’t know if you’re brave or fecking stupid for not talking. Let me show ye what yer protectin,” O’Donnell sneers, clicking the remote to uncover the screen on the wall.

  When the screen turns on I see a naked Maddie slumped down in a chair like mine. I’m relieved to see he doesn’t appear to be beaten, but something is off. His pupils are heavily dilated, and he doesn’t appear to be completely lucid. A door opens, and Viper struts into the room, wearing nothing but a robe, and sashays over to him. She unties the robe and lets it drop, revealing her naked body. I watch horrified as she drops to her knees in front of Maddie, pulls his dick into her mouth, and he does nothing to stop her. He isn’t bound to the chair like I am. If he wanted, he could push her off.

  A pain like no other attacks my heart, and I want to scream for her to get her skanky arse off of him. Grabbing the back of her head, Maddie presses her head farther down his dick to his balls making her gag. Then he uses his hand to fuck her mouth with a brutal force I have never seen before. This isn’t right. Why is he doing this? I thought he loved me.

  “Ye see, girl. You were just a fuck, available pussy for him to stick his dick in. You’re nothin special, ye stupid git,” O’Donnell taunts.

  I turn my head back to the screen just in time to see Maddie pull Viper off him by the hair and spit in her face. Then he tosses her hard across the room. A happy smile crosses my face and internally I’m cheering until the door in Maddie’s room flies open, and one of O’Donnell’s men quickly approaches him and stabs a needle into his neck. Viper quickly gets up off the floor and stumbles back over to Maddie, who bends her over the chair and starts to fuck her violently from behind.

  “You drugged him,” I scream, and O’Donnell slaps me hard, splitting my lip.

  “Stupid girl. I don’t know why I bother with ye. Since ye want to be a whore, I’m gonna show you what happens to stupid girls who get caught.”

  “Please, Cody, I want to leave,” I plead. I don’t want him here. I’m panicking because I know what’s about to happen next. This nightmare is just beginning.

  “I can’t get us out of here, I’ve already tried,” he answers in a weak voice.

  I’m completely defeated. I didn’t want him to see this. I never wanted him to know.

  O'Donnell's enforcers stabs me in the neck with a syringe full of the same crap they gave Maddie, and I’m horrified when I feel myself growing wet. Pure lust pulses through my body, and within seconds, like Maddie, I lose myself to the drug. O’Donnell’s enforcer touches my body, palming my breast, and I’m horrified when my moans fill the room. O’Donnell just stands there watching with glee written all over his face.

  Victor pulls his cock out and orders me to, “open your whore mouth and suck,” in his thick Russian accent, and I obey without a fight.

  Disgusted, I watch as he fucks my mouth with a reckless abandonment, gagging and choking me, until he comes deep down my thr
oat.

  “Did ye like that?” O’Donnell taunts running his finger lightly across my cheek. Moaning, I lean closer to his touch, and he chuckles wickedly.

  “She’s ready for ye now,” O’Donnell says, and a man steps out the shadows and into the open. He’s older with short dark hair, cruel ice blue eyes, and a bulging gut packed into an expensive suit.

  “Did you have to mess up her pretty face?” he questions, turning to O’Donnell.

  “Ye paid for her pussy, not her face,” he replies coldly. “Victor, move her to the bedroom,” O’Donnell orders.

  “Where was your brother when all this happened?” Cody asks, frantic. His heart is breaking. I can practically hear the pain in his words. Helpless to know this happened, and he wasn’t around to save me.

  “You’ll see,” is all I say, unable to stop this once again.

  I turn my back to the scene and hide my face in his chest. I’ve seen enough. I already know what happens. I may not be able to escape, but I’ll be damned if I have to watch it again. Victor throws me on the king size bed, and I feel Cody’s body jerk right before he curses. I know what he’s seeing. My naked brother tied to a Saint Andrew's Cross with a ball gag stuffed in his mouth. He has a clear view of the bed, and the message was clear. You will watch as a stranger rapes your sister.

  “Are you sure she won’t attack me?” the stranger questions.

  “Look at her,” O’Donnell says. “The wee whore can’t wait to get ahold of your cock.”.

  “The boy on the screen was drugged too, and yet he was able to break through it,” the man states.

  “We gave her a stronger dose than him. You’ll be fine till morning,” O’Donnell tells him.

  “You know the rules. Do whatever the fuck ye want to her, just don’t cut her or leave her useless to me,” O’Donnell instructs the man as he leaves the room with Victor trailing after him.

  The man quickly takes his clothes off and stands over my body. His pudgy cock is already hard and dripping cum from the tip.

  “Get on your hands and knees, and keep your head pressed into the mattress,” he orders.

  I scramble to do as he says, and he positions himself behind me where he enters me without warning and fucks me roughly.

  The next morning when Victor comes for me, my brother is utterly destroyed. His wrist and ankles are rubbed raw from him trying to escape the cross to save me. His voice gone from screaming, despite the gag.

  “I promise, my love. When O’Donnell dies it will not end quickly. He will pay for every depraved and heinous act he has ever committed against you. Once I’m done, he will beg for death,” Cody vows in a chilling voice, making me love him even more.

  I’m relieved when I feel the firmness of the mattress in my room and inhale Hunter’s fresh pine scent. I hear my door creak open, and a shirtless Cody enters the room, sliding into my bed and sandwiching me between him and Hunter.

  Turning to me Cody says, “I love you, princess. I will never leave you or let you go, no matter what I see from your past.”

  A lone tear falls down my face, and he kisses it away.

  “I love you too, and I will never let you go,” I tell him, right before I close my eyes and sleep takes me.

  Twenty-Six

  He will make a mistake, and as soon as he does we’ll be there to take him out

  The next morning I wake in Hunter’s muscled arms with my memories from last night fresh on my mind. I never planned on telling the guys the full extent of what I went through under O’Donnell’s care. Thanks to my dreamwalking and the uncanny ability to drag Cody along with me, I don’t have that option anymore. I’m going to have to come clean. It isn’t fair for me to ask Cody to keep something this big from Hunter when they’re so close. It’s wrong for me to keep it from them however long it lasted before my dreams outed me.

  “What are you thinking about?” Hunters questions, breaking through my thoughts with his husky, sleep-filled voice.

  “I need to tell you something,” I begin as I turn so I can fully face him. Since he just woke up his eyes are still clouded from sleep. His jaw had a peppering of morning growth, and he looks every bit a man right now. A very hot man.

  “Does it have anything to do with why Cody slept in here last night?”

  “You knew Cody was here?” I frown.

  “You forget we’re wolves. His scent is still fresh all over the sheets.”

  I keep forgetting that shifter senses are ten times greater than a human’s. I guess I’m still trying to wrap my head around all this. A lot has gone down since our last mission. It really hasn’t been that long since I thought I was nothing more than a soulless assassin. It’s really only been a couple of days since I found out that I can change into a giant wolf.

  “Why was he here, siren?” Hunter prods.

  I can’t backtrack now, I need to pull up my big girl panties and tell him.

  “I dream walked again last night,” I blurt out.

  “Oook,” Hunter drawls slowly, moving a stray strand of my dark blue hair and tucking it behind my ear.

  “I don’t know how to tell you this, so I’m just going to say it, and I need you to let me get it all out and not interrupt me.”

  “Siren, you’re starting to scare me,” Hunter says sitting up and taking me with him.

  Hunter leans back on the headboard, and I snuggle my much smaller body into his strong chest. I might be able to get it all out if I don’t have to look at him.

  “When I dreamwalk, I seem to drag Cody along with me. Last night we witnessed a memory of something bad that happened to me, something I haven’t told you guys.”

  “What is it, siren? You can tell us anything,” Hunter says, interrupting me, and I give him a dirty look.

  “I said no interruptions,” I huff.

  “Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” he apologises, gathering my hair over my shoulder and kissing the back of my neck.

  Deciding to just go for it, I blurt out, “I was raped.”

  “What?” Hunter shrieks, turning my body so that I face him. My safety net gone, and in my view now is one angry wolf.

  “You’re going to have to explain that to me right now,” Hunter growls. His eyes glow a startling shade of green, and reddish brown hair from his lack of control over his wolf peppers his skin.

  Taking a deep breath, I tell him my story. I tell him everything and don’t leave out a single, horrible detail. I lay myself bare as Hunter holds onto me like a liferaft, never letting me drift too far. By the end of my story, Hunter holds me tightly in his arms, while my tears run down my face.

  “You said Cody couldn’t pull you two out,” Hunter questions softly.

  “No. I pleaded with him to get us out of there, so he wouldn’t see all the sick things I was forced to do, but he couldn’t. I couldn’t either, no matter how hard I tried.”

  “It’s ok, princess. You’re not there anymore. You’re safe,” Hunter tells me, rubbing circles on my back.

  “Want to know something even more fucked up? Two days later O’Donnell sent me and my brother out on assignment to attack your pack.”

  “The bruises on your neck and face. The asshole choked you while he raped you,” Hunter growls.

  “He did a lot to me. I think he got off on humiliation.”

  As I say this I remember the look of satisfaction on the sick bastard’s face every time he did some new, disgusting act to me. The joy he got from slapping me around and covering me with his seed. All the other times after that when O’Donnell would regularly sell me to the sick fuck, because he would always request me, and O’Donnell wanted all his business associates happy and well cared for..

  “If I ever catch that bastard, I swear I’ll cut his dick off and watch him choke as I shove it down his throat,” Hunter threatens.

  “I looked him up once. His name is Thomas Sampson,” I tell Hunter.

  “The Senator,” he says outraged.

  “That’s him,” I confirm nodding. I remember t
he article was about the opening of some big environmental plant, and he was standing with his wife and son posing for the pictures. I hated to see him look so happy. That his family was happy when he was nothing but a sick, vile bastard. A predator that preys on girls his son’s age. So many times that I wished to end him, but couldn’t because he has a close working relationship with O’Donnell. I was so fucking relieved when I turned eighteen. When I became legal, I was too old to be desirable to him anymore.

  “Dirty piece of shit. I promise he’s going to pay. They all will,” Hunter vows.

  At his words, I feel a sizzle in the air around me, and the hair on my arms stands on end.

  “What was that?” I question, rubbing my arms.

  “There was intent behind my words. Now I’m bound to complete my vow,” he answers shrugging.

  “Like what I did with DelaCorte?”

  “Yes,” he says showing me his arm where a giant skull is now marked on his deltoid.

  “Hunter,” I gasp.

  “Don’t worry about it, siren. I will take great joy out of hunting all your demons down,” he promises, kissing me deeply.

  We’re both quiet until he breaks the silence and starts to ask questions.

  “O’Donnell. He never touched you or made you do anything to your brother, did he?” he questions, swallowing hard.

  I get why he would ask that. I probably would too if the roles were reversed.

  “No,” I answer honestly, and he blows his breath out in relief.

  “Apparently even Satan has limitations,” I murmur.

  “He’s going to pay, siren. They all will. O’Donnell may be smart, but he’s still a man. A cocky, sick fuck of a human being. He will make a mistake, and as soon as he does, we’ll be there to take him out.

  I kiss Hunter on the cheek and nod in agreement, then I get up to take a shower. Hunter is right. O’Donnell is just a man.

 

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