Carnage – A Dark Revenge Romance Read Online Shantel Tessier

Categories Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
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Her breath catches, and my eyes drop to her heaving chest, unable to stop myself from looking at her hard nipples. Her erratic breathing fills the bathroom just like when I fucked her at Glass, and my cock is hard. It proved to me that my girl is still the same as she used to be. A woman who needs to be fucked like the whore she is.

I made her that way. Taught her everything she knows she likes. I can’t wait to show her all the new things she’ll experience. My tastes have gotten a little…darker since she left me.

My gaze lifts back up to meet hers, and her eyes fall to my neck. They trace my tattoos, and she takes a step back, my hand falling from her face. I’m not who she loved. I’m a different man now. I’ve seen what hell looks like, and I’ve embraced it, become it. Now, I will drag her down into the depths of it with me by the chains that I lock her up in, and we will burn together.

THIRTY-EIGHT

ASHTYN

I push him out of the way and run out of the bathroom into the bedroom where I come to another stop when I see the white and black mask still standing in the doorway. Arms crossed over his chest and legs spread wide, he takes up the entire space.

His laughter fills the large room, making heat run up my spine. He pushes the mask up and over his head, and his eyes meet mine. “Hello, sweet cheeks. It’s been far too long.”

Kashton Landon Pierce stands before me, and I watch with watery eyes as he raises his arms and grips the top of the doorframe, blocking my only exit. His T-shirt rises in the process, showing me more ink on his defined V underneath the hem.

My heart is in my throat, my breathing erratic. I feel like I’m having a heart attack, my chest is so tight. He leans forward and his eyes drop to my bare feet and run up over my body. It doesn’t matter. They’ve seen me naked. I’ve allowed all three of them to fuck me, use me.

“I must say, you look good, Ash.” He laughs as if it’s some inside joke that only he and Saint know.

His eyes meet mine briefly before he looks over my head and smirks, reminding me that Saint is still in the bathroom.

I turn to run in the opposite direction, but Saint is already at my back. My very naked body runs into his, and he wraps his hand around my throat before I can even make a sound. The action lifts me off my feet. My hands come up and grip his wrists, twisting the skin the best I can, trying to get in a breath.

“How’s it feel to be the devil’s newest toy?” Kashton asks in my ear. “To know he’s going to rip you to pieces with his bare hands?”

I kick out my feet, and they hit Saint’s shins, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, he yanks my face into his and drool runs out the corner of my lips because I can’t swallow. His eyes search mine before he pulls his lips back with disgust.

He shoves me backward, letting me go, and I fall on my ass. Rolling over, I get up onto my hands and knees, coughing. My body convulses as I suck in a breath. Fuck, I’ve still got the sedative they gave me in my system. I’m useless right now.

Kashton grabs my hair and yanks my head up as Saint crouches down in front of me. His hand cups my face, thumb running over my parted lips. “Just like old times,” he says with the slightest smirk on his lips.

“No—”

“This is your hell now, Ashtyn, and your life sentence starts today.”

My teeth grind, and I lift my chin. Opening my mouth, I’m about to tell him to go fuck himself, but I pause when he reaches out and cups my face. “The next time you leave me, it’ll be in a body bag because I put you there.” His words are spoken softly, lovingly, but they make my blood run cold.

With that, he stands. Kashton lets go of my hair, and I watch through watery lashes as they exit my room, slamming my door shut.

SAINT

I watch her heavy eyes fall closed, and her body relaxes into the leather table. I softly run my tatted knuckles through the tears that have fallen down the side of her once flawless face.

She’s out. Once again. When she wakes up this time, the world she’s known will no longer exist. I’ve waited so long for this day. Honestly, I should be more excited than I am.

My wife is back where she belongs. In my hands.

She looks the same as I remember. Her hair is a little darker, but that doesn’t change her appearance much. My eyes drop to scan her naked body. The one I used to own. The brand is still clear as day. I hated giving it to her the way I did, but I’m glad she’s had a reminder of me all these years every time she looks at it.


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