Trey - Shandi Boyes Page 0,52

already dead, but I’ve got no issues with you tendering him up for the pigs. They’ll chew straight through his bones either way. Kinda like someone tried to do to his cock.” In my earlier rage, I failed to notice Rory’s dick is all chewed up. It looks like someone tried to bite it off. Serves the fucker right. If you don’t want your dick gnawed off by an angry woman, don’t force it between her lips. “Pity they didn’t bite straight through. Might have taught him some manners.”

K’s eyes flash my way. They’re brimming with the strength I saw in them when our eyes locked and held. The resurrection of her will to live has me holding back on my plan to toss Rory over my shoulder. If K wants to help send the man who attempted to assault her to hell, I’m more than happy to allow her to do that.

Redemption comes in many forms.

“Just a little bit further,” I assure K when her pants grow rampant. I transferred a majority of Rory’s weight onto my half of our duo before commencing our sloshy trek across a muddy field, but K’s help is still noticeable, especially since she has a cut-up hand. She’s holding Rory’s legs, which are at an odd angle since I had to bend him up to fit him in my trunk. “I can take it from here if you want to head back.”

The sprinkling of rain does little to cool the heat that roars through my body when K grunts out her disapproval. She’s come this far, and nothing is going to stop her from reaching her goal.

“Alright. Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Duchess. I was just checking.” My smirk grows when her eyes shoot to mine during the middle of my reply. It isn’t her nickname gaining me her attention, it’s the way my voiced dipped when I said knickers. It was as British as it could be, and it doubles the tension teeming between us. I doubt any of the men who tortured her under Vladimir’s watch called her panties knickers. That’s the reason I used it. To remind her she’s no longer under Vladimir’s watch.

She is sheltered by mine.

“Ready?” I ask K after ripping Rory’s body through a gate too narrow for his wide shoulders.

When K nods, we toss Rory into the pigsty like kids throw their mates into a swimming pool. Mud kicks up when he hits the sloshy ground with a thump. It dots my clothes with smelly pig shit and God knows what since Nikolai’s crew has dumped multiple bodies here the past two years.

K is nowhere near as lucky. She gets it in her eyes and her face, and it has her stomach protesting to the smell with violent churns.

“Shit, come here.” I drag her until she’s standing under the drain spout running across the pigsty’s roof, wordlessly warning her body it better not bring up a smidge of bread rolls in her stomach. I’ll be pissed as fuck if Rory causes her more harm.

The flood of water teeming down her face clears away the mess in an instant. It also drenches her shirt to a point I can’t ignore. She’s not wearing a bra, and her rosy pink nipples are budded and staring up at me, begging to be touched.

I’m not a good man. I’ve told you this before, and it’s proven without a doubt when I track the back of my fingers down one of K’s hardened peaks without seeking permission. When her rosy bud stiffens more from my meekest touch, my cock knocks at the zipper in my jeans. We’re standing next to a pigpen, the smell is fucking atrocious, yet I’m two seconds from whipping out my cock and plunging it into K’s fragrant-smelling cunt no amount of manure and blood can take away from.

I wouldn’t hesitate if K’s head wasn’t angled to the side, and her eyes were blank and unblinking. She’s still here, with me, but only just.

“Look at me, K.” When she fails to jump to my command, I get snappy. “Look at me, Duchess!”

I don’t know whether it’s my clipped tone that awards me the attention of her eyes or the grip I have on her face. Whatever it is, her stare is my undoing.

I want her now more than ever.

“I want to fuck you, Duchess. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts.” I step closer to her until she can feel how thick I