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“This is crazy,” I mutter. “Is it? Says who? Who makes the rules? We’re married. I’m not a stranger, I am your husband. I’ve stayed and fought your every attempt to get rid of me. So yes, I am confident that I want you to have my babies.”
“We’ve done the pleasure. Now can we do the pain?” I ask sweetly. He tuts and shakes his head, looking up to the ceiling. “Perfect for me,”
“I wouldn’t say ‘aw’ too quick, love. I’m about to raid your kitchen to find some knives appropriate enough to cut your wedding ring into your finger with.”
“How about… You mark your initials on my ass and then take my virginity there?”
“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.” I like that answer. I like it a lot.
“Bedside drawer with my toys.” I quickly open it up; I will need to test these on her thoroughly as part of my Stephanie Research Journals.
“I always knew you were fucking insane, Dr. Quinn. It’s part of the attraction here.”
“I’m aware of it now, we can take precautions.” I pause. “Like a gun in my nightstand maybe?” A slow smile spreads across his lips. “Temptress, this really isn’t a joke. I can’t lose you.”
“Sometimes you have to make light out of your trauma.
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.” He chokes on a cough. “D...
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“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.”
You only lock something you don’t want found. I know, half my house is locked down for a reason.
She understands me because she’s like me. No, because she’s been doing the same damn thing. And her past aligns with mine in a way. I hate that for her.
I’m glad she kills these motherfuckers. Because if she didn’t, I fucking would for her.
“You said this is part of your house? How big is the house?” I chuckle. “Rich boy size.”
“Shut up. I don’t want my head chopped off. Do you have the Henry VIII fantasy or something? Chopping your wife's head off?”
Her confidence is equally infuriating as it is a turn on.
“So, the fear of death really does make you soaked, doesn’t it?” “Y-yes.”
I feel for her. And this is where her abandonment wound shows. Why she pushes herself so hard to be independent. The career, being top of her class, never having a boyfriend. It all is her attempt to keep her heart safe. It’s exactly how I’ve protected myself too.
I’ve spent my life pushing people away, clinging to my independence because I’m the only person I can count on.
Death doesn’t scare me. But loving Stephanie does. That petrifies me.
I like this side of her. This murderous one. Who strongly believes what she’s doing is right. And in my book, it is. I’m fully behind it. I’d encourage it.
“I can sit here for as long as you want, love. I have no plans. We can sit in silence and starve to death if you really want.”
“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 always knew I’d end up alone. I just didn’t think it would be this soon. And I didn’t expect my husband to be the one to kill me.
“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.”
“I’m glad I’ve got both of your psychological assessments of my wife.”
“You’re putting your future on a snake?”
I’ve always loved snakes. Their silence. Their elegance. The way they move without apology.
I can’t lose this woman. Maybe that was fate all along, dragging us through this chaos just to shove the truth in my face. She’s not just my wife on paper. She’s mine to defend. Mine to fight for. I believe her.
That snake around her throat isn’t a threat. It’s a seal. We’re not just bound. We’re fate.
His acceptance is all I want. Not to be boxed in as the perfect wife. Not to be fixed. I’m not broken. I’ve been hurt. I’ve been hunted. But I fought my way to here.
“I can feel your pulse from here,” he murmurs, his mouth hovering over mine. “It’s racing, temptress.” “Maybe I like the risk, or maybe it’s just you,”
A snake coiled around my neck. A fucking snake necklace. All while my crazy husband is on his knees, eating me out like he’s starved himself all day just for me.
She’s mine. Not because she survived this. Not because she passed some fucking test. But because she’s sitting here, cuffed and collared by fate itself, and still choosing me.
me. I want to see you break so I can piece you back together,”
I want her helpless like this. Not from fear. From need.
Because this woman doesn’t just take my darkness. She makes me want to give her everything I’ve been guarding all my life.
And for the first time, I know it with absolute certainty. I’m in love with her. I don’t need scans and tests to know that.
“See? You aren’t a robot. I can feel it right here.” I look up at him. “My heart only beats for one person, love.”
“It’s not always a bad thing to put your trust in someone else, Finn,” I whisper against his lips. “Your blind trust nearly killed us both.”
Stainless steel glints under the light. Forceps, scalpels, clamps, and tools that could break a body down piece by piece. God, the fun I could have here with the right victim.
I could hurt him by not allowing him access to me. It doesn’t need to just be physical wounds. What we have is more than that.
The restraints bite at my wrists, but I don’t move. For once, I’m not fighting the hold.
“No panties?” he asks. “More for you to rip off me? I’ll end up with none if you carry on.”
“One chance to leave, temptress.” I squeeze his hand tighter. “I’m not going anywhere without you.”
“Freedom to be yourself, huh? You mean you want me to facilitate your murderous ways?” I nod slowly, biting back my smile. It feels good to not just be seen but to be accepted. “Yeah. That’s what a good husband should do, right? Bury the bodies for me?”
“I’m not crazy, Finn. I’m not someone they’re going to make documentaries about.” “I know. Although I can’t say the same about myself.