The Lost Souls (The Holy Trinity #2.5)(45)

“Keep this shit up, Trinity, and I’m gonna tie you to your bed.”

Her tongue still tangled with Pesha’s, she giggled.

Giggled.

At him.

That was it. He was done.

Grabbing her around her waist, he yanked her off a stunned Pesha and held her tight against him.

“What the hell, Trinity?” Pesha shouted, having come to his senses. “Why are you always trying to get me killed? Can’t you pick on Simionce for a change?”

“Hey!” Onyx yelled.

Xan pinned Pesha with an angry glare. “That shit she pulls on you wouldn’t work if you weren’t already sporting a hard-on for her, frate.”

Embarrassed, Pesha turned away. “Who wouldn’t?” he muttered. “Fucking look at her.”

“Yeah, Xan. Fucking look at me,” she sneered, glaring up at him. “Look. At. Me. And yet you still couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

“WHAT ABOUT YOU?” he roared. “How many times did you spread your thighs for that f*cking freak?”

“Baby,” she purred. “I spread my thighs for him so many times that I lost count.”

He grabbed her biceps and shook her hard. “Don’t bother trying to make me jealous,” he growled through clenched teeth. “BECAUSE I ALREADY AM!”

“Then maybe I need to amp it up a bit!”

His nostrils flared. “You’re wasted,” he hissed. “Time for bed.”

Xan muscled her backward with her kicking and screaming across the park and into her cabin. He kicked the door shut behind him.

Shoving her down on her futon, he knelt in front of her. “Stop it,” he growled. “I’m officially hurting, Trinity! That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? For me to suffer? It worked, fat?! I’m f*cking suffering! You don’t need to keep throwing it in my face!”

“No!” she screamed. “You are not hurting nearly enough!”

“Fucking my friends won’t make you feel better!” he roared.

She went still. “Oh, but it will.” She was purring again.

Gone was the sadistic bitch, and here came the sleaze from hell.

“Because I already did f*ck one of your friends. At least, he was your friend once upon a time. And, baby, let me tell you, it felt f*cking awesome.” Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. “Want to know just how much I liked it? Where. I. Liked. It?” She punctuated her last four words with venom.

Xan’s chest was growing unbearably tight, and tears were burning behind his eyes. She was f*cking killing him. He’d never hurt so badly in all his life. He’d thought losing her had been hard, but he was wrong. Finding her, only to find out she hated him and would never forgive him, was a f*ck of a lot harder.

“Shut up,” he choked out.

Laughing, she leaned forward and pressed her tits up against his chest. “You liked it when you were the only man I’d ever been with, didn’t you?” she whispered. “You loved that I was all yours, only ever yours. So, how does it feel now, knowing that I gave someone else what was yours?”

“Shut the f*ck up!” he roared, shaking her. “Just shut the FUCK UP AND STOP ACTING LIKE THIS!”

“Fuck you!” She lunged forward, catching him off guard.

Xan toppled backward, her on top of him, and she skull-slammed him. Him. Trinity. She skull-slammed him.

Through blurry eyes, he saw her standing over him, her eyes flashing with pure power, looking like a madwoman. Spirit wisps had risen from the ground below the cabin and through the wood-planked floor. They were writhing around her, black and translucent, skeletal-like arms and hands with spindly fingers slithering over her skin, wrapping around her…almost lovingly.

For a moment, he thought she was going to kill him. Too late, he saw her foot shoot out and her heel connected with his manhood and sent it straight up into his stomach. As agonizing pain tore through his abdomen and lower body, a garbled scream lodged in his throat. He went fetal, cupping himself as if it would help, as he tried hard not to vomit.

Through now burning and watery eyes, Xan blinked up at her and found her staring down at him, looking a little horrified. Fucking hell. That only pissed him off more. She could at least have the decency to own what she’d just done. And what she’d done was emasculate and embarrass him while rendering him useless for future procreation.

“You *!” she cried. “Look what you made me do!”

“Are you f*cking serious?” he choked out.

As she spun away from him, headed for the door, his arm shot out. Grabbing hold of her ankle, he yanked. She lost her footing, teetered backward, and ended up falling on top of him, her back to his front. Wrapping his legs around his knees and his arms around her middle, he grabbed hold of her wrists and slapped her palms together.

“What the f*ck?” she screamed, trying to jerk herself free of him. “Let me go!”

She might have all the magic in the world, but he was still a f*ck of a lot stronger than her.

Leaning up, Xan whispered in her ear. “If you make one more f*ckin’ move, I will knock you the f*ck out.”

She went still, and he grunted. “That’s better, fat?. We need to talk.”

“So f*cking talk,” she spat.

“I wasn’t gonna lie to you, fat?. I didn’t plan on you finding out about the women through a f*cking kiss, but I planned on telling you everything. I thought you’d left me for him, so yeah, I f*cked Nadya. And Fi. And Onyx. It’s done. I can’t take it back.”