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“How about… You mark your initials on my ass and then take my virginity there?”
OH?!
“Is that seriously what you want?” he asks, reading my face. “Yeah. I do.”
“I’m starting to get suspicious this is too good to be true. Are you sure you’re real? You aren’t a robot? Or a demon sent from hell to fuck with me?”
“Mark me, psycho. Put your name on my ass and fuck me there.” He grips my cheeks. “You’re so fuckin’ naughty, love. It would be my pleasure.”
“This is very permanent, love.” She giggles. Fuck, I’m obsessed with her. “Like I’m getting rid of you, Finn. I think we’ve established that isn’t happening. So mark me.”
“Use that while I fuck that virgin ass of yours,” I tell her as I lean in and kiss her.
“Mmm, good girl. Does that feel nice?” “Finn, please, I need you,” she cries.
“Look at you… taking me in your ass so fuckin’ well. Made. For. Me,” I grit out, watching every inch of my cock disappear inside her tight heat. “Oh my god, Finn,” she screams.
“That’s it, baby, ride me. Remember who owns you.”
“No, love. I look after you, remember?” A lazy smile curves her mouth. “Can you stay with me tonight?” she whispers.
He kisses my back.
My weakness
“Oh, I can’t wait to see where my rich boy lives,”
“What’s mine is yours, love.”
His eyes flash open, and I don’t recognize him; he’s dead behind the eyes. Evil.
“Fuck you,” he spits. “Finn!” I scream.
“Finn, it’s me. Your wife,” I say harshly. His body slumps, his grip on my throat less deadly, but still there. He blinks rapidly, focusing on me. His face pales as he realizes what’s just happened.
“Get away from me, Stephanie. Don’t let me hurt you. Please.”
“I don’t want you to see me like this, Stephanie. This is my burden to deal with, not yours. I can’t be trusted around you.”
“Love, I think there is a point at which a person becomes too broken to fix.”
Nooooo
“I trust you. You’re the only man I’ve ever trusted.
“I’m scared, love.” He speaks so quietly.
know. But by holding onto it, letting it live in your brain, you’re letting that memory win. You’re giving it power that it doesn’t deserve from you.“ “I just want to forget.”
“And one day, you will, I promise you. We can make new memories to replace the evil. We’ve got this. Come back to bed? Don’t let it win.”
Sleeping with you in my arms is the calmest I’ve ever been,
“Temptress, this really isn’t a joke. I can’t lose you.”
You choked me in your sleep, that's all. You have my consent to do whatever you want to me any time of the day, awake or not.”
“Don’t give me that kind of power over you.”
“I can give you whatever the hell I want. It’s only mine to give. Now, why don’t you go and get some water and have a cigarette, I’ve got some stashed in my cupboard with the mugs.
“Good. And don’t go disappearing on me and running away, because I will chase you down, Dr. Quinn. You wanted me, you’ve got me, now you can’t leave me.”
“Never,” he whispers. And then he’s gone.
Falling asleep with her in my arms was the safest I’ve ever felt. The most at home.
And her past aligns with mine in a way. I hate that for her.
Is that all I’ve been to her? A pawn? Was she working with The Preacher this whole time? Is that why she’s here, why she suddenly fell for me? It wasn’t trust. It wasn’t love. She still hates me. She’s worse than a traitor.
Oh shit
“I am in control of your pleasure. Your pain. Your whole fucking life in here. You don’t make requests. You don’t make demands. Do you understand? You’re lucky I’m being this nice.”
But she’s throwing me off. She’s not playing a game to push me away. She’s dead serious about staying. About being my wife.
“Are there any dark secrets you’d like to tell your husband?” he asks, running a finger along my lips.
“No. You know me,” I say. He nods, slowly. “On to the second trial then, wife.”
Wrong answer
She pushes her hand under her panties, and a little breathy moan escapes her; then, as she withdraws, she presses two fingers against my lips. I suck them clean, fuck. I shouldn’t be doing this. “Does it taste like I do?” she purrs. Her eyes sparkle. “Good girl,” I mutter.
“My parents are in jail for murder. They got life. I haven’t seen them since I was twelve. I was in the foster system.
my fingers back in and curl them on her G-spot as a reward. “Fuck,” she cries out. “Good girl.”
He keeps his mouth on my pussy, reminding me he’s there. My heart is racing so hard my head goes fuzzy. “Finn, fuck,” I cry out.
“How did that feel?” He grins. “Fucking terrifying, but I nearly passed out I came so hard.”
“I mean, if I have to kill you, temptress, then I won’t be able to live with myself. So, we either both survive here, or we both die.” Death doesn’t scare me. But loving Stephanie does.
My mask has slipped. She’s seen the real me. She knows too much. I am unlovable. I am a fucking psychopath. And I don’t see a way back from this.
“I didn’t do it out of choice, Finn. I was blackmailed. Again, my hand was forced by a man. It was my life over yours. I couldn’t say no. So I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry some asshole is coming after you and dragged me into your orbit.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we’d gotten closer. I let you in.” The words cut deep. “I didn’t tell you because I was scared.” “Of me?” His brow furrows. “No.” I inhale deeply, the air shaking in my lungs.
“I was scared you’d leave me. And now I’m scared you’ll do that anyways. I assumed since you got away with it, you wouldn’t care. That it was done,” I quietly admit.
“You know the truth about me now, Finn. You know who I am. I have nothing more to hide. I’m still not scared of you, though.” His head tilts. “You really are as crazy as me, aren’t you?” He grins, and my heart pounds. “I think that might be the case.”
“Love, when you’ve lived the life that I have, you learn never to trust what someone says. Even if that person owns your fuckin’ heart. There is only one way for me to fully believe you. To know you’re completely in. I believe you. I do. But what I feel for you could cloud my judgment. I can’t risk that, not when it comes to our enemies and protecting my blood.”
“That you don’t let me free. Just fucking kill me. I can’t live my life running from some cult. I won’t have my job. I won’t have my husband. I’ve got nothing left but a death sentence. So if anyone gets to do it, it’s you.” His face pales and he squeezes my hand.
