Page 34 of Betrothed in Fury
I tense up, considering whether I need to reveal what I’ve done…yet.
“Why are you making that face?” he asks.
“What face?”
I’m usually good at hiding my emotions, but my brothers, especially Wrath, are better at reading me than most, which isn’t helping me any now. I have a messed-up thought that I wish Sik Vik would have damaged Wrath’s vision, and I hate myself for it.
“What did you do?” he asks, but I see the fear in his eyes. He already knows the sick fate Sik Vik met for his transgression against our family. My brothers know the fury within me, the quiet rage that sits and waits until it’s time to strike.
“Log?”
“You don’t have to worry about it,” I spit out.
“I wish you hadn’t done that.”
“He deserved it after what he did to you.”
“I could’ve been the one to give it to him.”
Maybe that would have been the right thing, to give him a chance to get his own vengeance. We could have gotten himfrom Killian, held him in the cellar, and then taken care of him once Wrath got better. But I couldn’t have been that patient, not after what that fuck had done.
“I’ll head downstairs and help Masters with lunch,” I say. “Let us know if you need anything.”
I hug him before starting for the door.
“Are you okay?” Wrath asks, stopping me in my tracks.
I reflect on what I did…the way it felt…that I was so determined to win Sik Vik’s blood, I was willing to go down on a man who gets on my fucking nerves.
“I’ll be fine,” I lie, not turning to him because I don’t want him to see me like this. I feel so dirty, disgusting, tainted by the blood of my brother’s attacker as well as by Killian’s cum.
But I can at least enjoy that my brother is okay, safe, where he belongs.
*
The next fewdays are eerily quiet. Dad used to say silence meant enemies were plotting against you, or at least, it was best to live one’s life assuming that was the case. It’s been proven true more times than not, but it’s not why I’m concerned this time. Killian hasn’t reached out, despite being so persistent before. And worse, without something to distract me, I’m left to ruminate on the events that transpired at Rothguard last week.
I go for my daily run around the courtyard, with Lowes timing me. There’s a path Dad created to make it more enjoyable. Being a mob boss means not being stupid enough to take your jogs outside. Even with security, it’s a high-risk situation, and the only way I’d do it is with at least a few guys, and their time would be better spent securing Hayward.
As I run my laps, I can’t free myself of the thoughts that torture me.
The terror in Sik Vik’s expression as I broke his body.
The disgusting confessions he made.
The sickness in me that was like a goddamn drug, driving me to make it worse…
That sick pleasure I got from his pain.
Just as haunting is the thought of having Killian’s hard cock lodged in my mouth, his fingers threading in my hair.
There’s that feeling in my throat again.
I spit out into the foliage alongside the path, but it doesn’t get rid of his phantom taste, which feels so potent even now.
Maybe it’s a good thing I did it, though. It’s possible that the reason Killian hasn’t reached out is because now that he’s had my mouth, he doesn’t have any need for me.
What if that’s all it was really about? Him wanting to demonstrate his power over me. If so, then I’m even more pleased to have given that bastard what he wanted, humiliating as it may have been.
