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“Why are you even still here? You got what you wanted from me.” “Oh, you think I’m done with you? A very bad observation there, wife.”
One that screams money, obscene wealth, and dominance. The other, quieter, but somehow worse. It’s the kind of ring you only give someone when you plan to keep them.
Instead, I look down at my hand and wonder, what would it be like to have a life with someone? A husband. A home. Maybe even… kids. Jesus. I’ve never let myself think that far ahead. There was never a finish line for me. Just survival.
It’s not obedience. It’s something deeper. Bonded in silence, she is the living embodiment of everything they fear in me.
Beautiful and deadly.
“Are you going to ask the name of my snake? It’s rude to be so uninterested, Troy.” He shakes his head and I roll my eyes. “Meet Julius Squeezer,” I say with a grin. He’s shaking, and I can’t help but laugh as I approach him. “Not even going to laugh at my jokes? This is disappointing on so many levels.”
He isn’t going to give me the answers. It’s a shame I can’t crack open his skull and get to his brain that way.
“Fuck. You. Dr. Quinn.” I let out a dark chuckle. “Fair enough.” I shrug.
And I leave the room with blood on my hands, a snake on my throat, and war pounding in my chest.
This seems to be a pattern—me sneaking off to watch my husband beat men senseless.
I grab her left hand and find it bare. No ring. Again. “Keep going out without them, and I’ll tattoo them on you,” I mutter.
“You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’d be surprised how freeing it is to submit to me. The places I could take you... the things I could make you feel. You give me control, and I’ll give you the world. You’ve already had a little taste.”
Only I get to own the cries of my wife as she comes. Mine.
Slowly, I slide my hand out, then grab her jaw and shove my fingers into her mouth until she gags. “Clean them. Taste how much you hate being my wife.”
“You little fucking menace,” he rasps in my ear. “Three tires?” “I was going for four,” I pant. “I don’t like odd numbers.”
“Why are you trying to cause problems for me, love?” “I don’t recall signing a non-destruction clause.”
“I went to get my friends, love. No other woman on this Earth interests me. Only you,”
“Are you gonna take your belt off, Dr. Quinn?” I taunt. “Or are you too scared someone might see how desperate you are to fuck your stripper wife?”
“Want to know what I’d do? I’d keep you over the hood, tear your panties off, and fuck you until you cry if it meant making you understand—” He presses harder against my pussy. “—that you’re mine. You are my wife.”
Because edging her is starting to bring out something else. Something lethal. And maybe she’ll actually kill me before I get my dick in her. Before I die, I need to experience her.
It’s my life’s fucking calling to explore every inch of her kinks. I’ve spent years learning everything about her. Now, my obsession runs deeper than I ever thought it could.
“An annulment of our marriage due to intoxication,” he reads aloud, lips quirking like I just told him a joke. I nod stiffly. “Good try.”
“Please sounds so good coming from your lips, love.”
I swear to God, I’m just a game to him. A puzzle of triggers and reactions, and he’s memorized the sequence. And maybe, just maybe, I’m starting to like the way he plays.
“I tried to slash your tires. I just handed you the papers. I even begged for you to leave me. How does that scream that I like you?” He’s still smiling. Like I’m the most beautiful contradiction he’s ever seen. And maybe I am. “You just also came all over my hand and had me bend you over what you thought was my car. Your point is what exactly?”
“If you really hated me like you claim, you’d have quit your job years ago. You’d have never woken up with a ring on your finger. And you sure as hell wouldn’t be standing this close to me right now.” He leans in again, close enough for his words to settle on my skin like heat. “And you certainly wouldn’t be imagining me spanking and cutting you until you pass out as punishment for your little stunt today. But you are, aren’t you? You’re soaking fucking wet for me.”
“Now, are you staying here to let me show you what it really means to be mine? Or are you running back to your office to finger yourself while you think of me? Choice is yours… wife.”
Because I need to know if my marriage is really over before it even began. I need to know if she shows up. If she makes good on her little threat. Because if she does… she’ll unleash a level of hell she’s never seen from me. Not even close.
This is her test. She just doesn’t know it yet. And if she passes? Then when I return home, she’s mine. No more games. No going back.
“Have either of you ever been obsessed with a woman?”
“So the fact I think about this one every waking second… dream of her every night… and have researched her like a goddamn lab subject for almost six years, writing what could practically be a report on her… that’s not normal?”
“This is fucked up, Finn,” Rowan says, almost amused. “I’m well aware. I forgot to mention—I’m her boss.”
So I close my eyes again, settling into the dark, dangerous quiet. Letting my mind drift back to the only place it wants to be— My wife. Laid out beneath me. Hooked up to monitors. A scalpel in my hand. And all the time in the world to explore her.
I begin to write. The how. The when. And most importantly, the why. Because someone has to protect the women in this world. And if the system won’t do it… I fucking will.
“You’re itching, aren’t you? To let off some steam,” he says, almost amused. “I don’t look for fights. That’s more my brother’s game. I step in when I have to. I prefer my methods… quieter.”
“Now that we’ve concluded business,” I say, ducking as a bottle whistles past my head and smashes into the wall, “can we have some fuckin’ fun now? It’s been a long day.”
“Mrs. Quinn.” He grins. Fuck, it does sound good with his Irish accent.
“Did you miss me?” he whispers, beckoning me over with his finger. And my feet walk me towards him by their own accord. Until I’m right in front of him, looking up at him through my lashes. “Like a hole in the side of my head.”
“Having a conversation is too friendly, Stephanie? Well, good job no one can see what plays out in my brain every time I see you.”
“Good fucking girl. Make me bleed for you, because you’re about to bleed out for me,”
“Are you just going to listen to my heart?” I pant, every inch of me trembling, soaking for him. “No,” he says softly. “I’m going to make it skip.”
“That’s mine now.” He taps the screen. “Every flutter. Every spike. I want to see exactly what I do to you.”
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Bleed for me, wife.”
“Breathe for me, temptress. Breathe. You’re doing a perfect job.”
“M-more,” I whisper desperately. “We’ve got plenty of time. This is about me exploring my wife.”
She’s strapped to my rhythm now. Her pleasure is being recorded in real time, the final experiment.
God, I fucking missed her. It was one single day too long. I can’t deny I’ve got it bad.
She whimpers, giving in to me. Finally fucking listening. Submitting to me, just as she was made to do.
This isn’t just about me marking her as mine. It’s about her owning me too. This is a marriage, a union in blood. This isn’t something any paperwork can take away from us.
“I knew you were ripped, but damn. Look at those traps.” I tilt my head, amused at her little outburst. “You mean your leg rests for when I eat you out?”
