Heart of Pains

Chapter Forty-one

Hannah's POV

He's going to talk. Hmm, I was thinking I'm going to have fun with him a little bit.

"Keep that for the end. I need you to tell me what I want," I commanded.

"What do you wanna know? You know what, you guys can't fool me. This information is the only thing keeping me alive. So I'd rather take it to my damn grave," he answered.

I snorted derisively.

"I must say you're wise but a fool," I replied, standing up and walking towards him to place my hand in his hair and giving it a firm tug.

"Look at me, Mr."

When he did, I hit his head on the table and watched the deep red blood seep from the cut.

"Bitch...," he said and I slammed his head on the table again.

"You're alive because I told them not to kill you. I called the order around here. I'm not cruel, but you can't exploit that weakness on my part. I don't need to bet that your boss would've killed you, and if I needed this information so bad I know where to find it. So listen to me, young man, don't play with my kindness," I said, hitting his head on the table once more.

He hissed in pain.

"Kill me, because I'm not going to give you what you want," he groaned.

"Seriously? You want to die? You've got a kid and a wife who was almost killed in a car crash. My men saved them, gave them a place to stay, food to eat, and, most importantly, protection. My sources told me that they wanted to silence them by the same people you've sworn your loyalty to. But they never liked you because you never belonged with them," I said while facing the wall he was chained to not too long ago.

"You're lying. They'd never try to kill my family!" he yelled with conviction.

One of my men gave him a hard punch that dislocated his jaw. I signaled my underboss to show him the tab.

"Well, they did, and after the order to kill your family, they faked your death and they also sent men to kill you for good. But I protected you and your family, you fool," I answered coldly, still looking at the wall.

"It's a trick. He would never do that to me!" he yelled and hit the table.

I turned around and stared across the room. I watched my underboss take one step backward. I guess it's here. It's been a while since I felt it.

"Tell me everything," I said, making him look into my eyes. I knew for sure that one of my eyes had turned red and the other black.

"What...," he gasped in fear.

"I said, tell me everything," I commanded once more.

The man held up his hands and looked at me fearfully.

"Okay! I'll tell you! He wasn't after you, but after his stepbrother, who you know. He always wanted his stepbrother dead, so he made me take him out," he said.

"Why?"

"He was jealous of his stepbrother, and wanted everything he owned."

"It's been a while," I said inside my head. I felt a cold wind inside the room. I watched everyone take a step back.

"Talk to me," I said in a voice that was no longer mine. I know that I am souring now, power has a price to pay for it, and I welcome it.

"He's closer," answered the room. I watched everyone start looking around.

"I know. That's for me to find out who," and he laughed, making the building shake.

"Kill or be killed," he said.

A sword appeared in my hand.

"Bow," I commanded.

"I can't...," he answered, but I felt him go on his knees.

"I own you. Enjoy that freedom, but you must always answer the call," I answered coldly.

"Yes, Your Highness."

I felt him leave the room, but my eyes refused to turn back to their normal state. I craved blood; I just needed to taste a little.

"Please don't do it, my queen. You can control it," said my underboss. I stretched out my hand, and he hit the wall.

"No one tells me what to do." That wasn't my voice. I am trying to stop it. I moved to my husband, who was scared shitless. I know because his fear is the only thing that can stand out in this room.

My underboss looked at Damien, who was eyeing me fearfully, his entire face white.

"Damien, please remain calm and let her come close to you. I guess you're the only person she'll listen to, so for the love of God, stop being so scared. She can't hurt you," he said, shaking his head at Damien.

I took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, coppery smell of blood. I licked my lips eagerly. I had missed the intoxicating taste of it.

I turned around and looked at my source.

My underboss saw who I was looking at and his eyes widened.

"Take the prisoner away now," he ordered, shooing him away with the guards.

I roared in anger. My meal didn't need to be taken away from me. I was so hungry I wanted to go after him and start feeding, but I felt a large, warm hand on my wrist. I turned and saw it was my husband.

He pulled me into his embrace and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. As he kissed me, I felt the urge going to the back of my head and I responded to the kiss. It was all I needed to return to normal.

I looked around the room, and everything was cleared, including the guards who I knew for sure would be waiting at the door. He carried me and placed me on the table, and I spread my legs apart. Thank God I was only wearing a gown and a long coat. He pushed my lacy panties to the side and started rubbing my clit. Damn, I was wet. So fucking wet. I moaned out his name as he replaced his fingers with his tongue.

"Fuck me, Damien," I said, but he just continued his assault with his tongue.

"Please fuck me," I begged, and he stood up and loosened his belt, while I removed my panties.

When his cock was free, he placed one of my legs on his shoulder and spread the other one wider. He slammed into me hard and fast just the way I liked it. In no time, I was screaming. He dropped my leg and made them wrap around his waist, and he continued to pound into me.

He placed his head on my chest and started kissing my boobs that were still inside my bra. I helped him free my boobs, and he latched onto the right one, while he rubbed its twin with his hand.

"I'm close...," I whispered in pleasure, and he pulled out and I hissed in displeasure.

"I love you," he said, and he made me rest on the table while my ass was facing him and put his cock inside, and we both groaned out in pleasure. He pulled out and carried me, made me sit on his lap, and he hugged me closer.

"I love you, Hannah," he said.

I was grateful. After we caught our breath, we cleaned up and dressed before joining the others.