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I walk over to the girl and light her on fire as well. I’m not going to go through the trouble of removing them from her apartment and burying them behind the Cathedral. I’m going to leave a trail that says I’m looking for my wife, and anyone who stands in my way will burn.
I’m not sorry for what I’m about to do. For all the bodies I’m going to leave in my wake. Why? Because the villain doesn’t give two shits about the world. All he cares about is the one thing that calms his demons,
I’ve always preferred to fight with my hands rather than a gun or a knife. Hand to hand is so much more personal. It sends a message that I’m not afraid to fuck myself up, and I’ll take anyone down with me.
If you’re going to piss off someone that you know will chase you down and torture you, you better be ready to get your ass fucking beat to death and take it like a man.
I’m afraid if I lie down, I’m going to pass out for days, and I can’t afford to lose that much time.
All I ask is for her to please be alive. I can handle anything else. I just need to get her back and we’ll figure the rest out together.
My eyes drop to her collar, and I smile, knowing she belongs to me. What started out as a symbol of ownership is now an oath of her devotion. She’ll never take it off. I may never turn it on again, but she’ll wear it regardless.
“She was combative.” He lifts his chin. I grab the nearest thing to me, which is a silver tray sitting on top of a rolling cart, and raise it, slamming it into the side of his face. “I’ll show you combative.”
“You put a tracker inside her tooth?” Kashton chuckles, nodding his head in approval. “That’s pretty brilliant, man.”
I didn’t want her to know where it was. Or that I had one on her at all. I wanted to see what my wife would do if given the chance at some freedom, and she never once tried to run from me.
“A worthless bitch is a dead bitch.”
“If anything happens to her, I’ll carve your eyes out with a spoon and then force them down your throat. Do you understand?”
I wouldn’t want to know a life without being his wife. Even if that’s all I am for the rest of my life, that’s enough for me. His Lady.
“I didn’t want children”—he moves closer to me, his face now inches from mine—”with just anyone.” I sniff. “But you? You, Laikyn Grace Crawford, are my wife. And you having our child would be the greatest gift in this world.”
But I can’t figure out why my father hates him so much. I don’t believe that Tyson killed my sister. But what I don’t understand is why would my father send Luke to do the job? Why not have the balls to kill me himself? Maybe it’s my mother. He doesn’t want my mom to think he killed her daughter.
I’ve been stripped of two things that I never wanted but now don’t want to live without.
“You’ve been here for a week, and you didn’t think to tell me that you helped kidnap her?”
“The punishment would fit the crime,” he states. “We’re all about punishment here at Carnage.”
“What … what are you going to do to me?” I swallow, my body begging him to fuck me as I push my hips into his. Clearly failing at being the victim he wants me to play. “Whatever I fucking want.”
“I’m in the mood to use my wife,” he growls, and the words make my pussy clench, loving the reminder that I’m his. No one else has ever held that title, and I’ll make sure no one else ever does.
I close my eyes, knowing I’m about to serve my Lord. For all I know, I’m about to be his sacrifice, and that’s why he married me.
You don’t get to rule the world without shedding some blood along the way. The sad part is, I’d gladly do it.
“Now I play with my wife.”
“You want that, little darling? Want me to set you free and chase you down?” “Yes,”
“I’ll add that to the long list of things I’m going to do to you over the next fifty years of my life.”
My pulse races as my pussy throbs, and my lips fall open without even being told. My jaw is already sore from the gag, but I don’t care. I’m in desperate need to be used.
“That’s a good girl, little darling. I’m going to fuck this pretty face of yours until you’re crying big, beautiful tears. Then you’re going to swallow.”
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lake, and you’re going to take it like the fucking needy whore you are.” If I could talk, I’d say yes, sir. But I can’t, so I lie here on a table inside of a cathedral, tied down and face fucked as if I’m a sacrifice to a high power. And you know what? I don’t even care. I’d gladly serve my Lord because that’s what a Lady does.
“I’m going to tie you up like this later, and I’m going to stuff that tight cunt with a vibrator and your ass with a butt plug, and I’m going to sit back and watch you drool all over yourself while you come over and over.”
“Just because you’re pregnant doesn’t mean I’ll take it easy on you. I’m still going to fuck you like the whore I know you to be.”
I can’t wait to tie her to our bed at home and fuck her until she’s begging me to stop and then holding her in the bathtub, washing her body for her when she’s too weak to do it herself. I want to bring her breakfast in bed and help her get ready for the day. But then I also want those gorgeous blue eyes to cry for me while my cock is buried inside her. Taking her however I want, whenever I want.
My wife is pissed at me, but it’s nothing new. It’s also something I’m more than willing to live with.
Do I want answers to who took my wife away from me? Abso-fucking-lutely. Does that mean she may hate me the rest of her life? Yes. But I can live with that. I’ve been her husband while she hated me, and it didn’t bother me. I won’t let it now.
He stands, leans over, and gently kisses my lips. That’s as much of an answer as I’m going to get. I know my husband well enough by now to know when he’s going to keep secrets from me.
“We won’t be here long,” he assures me, pushing my tangled hair behind my ear. “And when we’re done, I promise to fuck you.” I groan. “Please.”
But then again, a dead girl is meant to be forgotten.
I’ll do whatever I have to do to protect my wife. I had to weigh my options. And my wife’s safety will always win.
“Let you go?” Laughing, I shake my head. “You were going to sell my pregnant wife, and you think I’m going to just let you walk away?”
“You took her away from me. And you must pay for that. Nobody takes what’s mine and walks away.”
They gave up one daughter to offer up the other. I wanted to rub it in their faces that Lake was a whore—my whore. I fucked her every chance I got, any way I wanted. She needed to crave me. Want me. Need me. It would only work if I trained her to serve me.
I wish I knew then what I know now. I would have let him put that collar, leash, and gag on me. I would have crawled down this long aisle, leaving a trail of my drool behind me to be his whore in front of my family just to piss them off. Embarrass them.
I hate that I ever let her doubt my intentions. I could treat my wife like my own personal slut but still make her feel loved. I chose to make her fear me and hate me instead. That was so stupid of me. I reach out and cup her soft face.
If you want the Lords to give you something, then you have to give in return. I gave it all up for her.
“The question is, Lake…” I run my thumb over her parted lips. “If you had the choice, would you pick me?” Her answer doesn’t matter really, considering she’s already mine, and I’m not giving her up for anything.
I refuse to allow anyone to come between me and my husband. I’m his wife, pregnant with his children.
I don’t know why I need the reassurance. I’m his wife and carrying his children, but that’s not enough. Tyson was right. He’s trained me to be his whore, and I need that from him.
“You know how you get a woman to trust a man?” I ask, looking over her quickly. Her brows pull down at my question. “No.” “You send a woman to do the job for you.”
“Does my wife want to be fucked?” “Yes, sir.”
He told me in the bathroom at the Minson Hotel that I’d beg him to fuck me. “Please …” I wanted to laugh then, but I understand what he meant now because I would beg this man to do the most depraved things to me. I’d crawl on my hands and knees and beg him to make his little darling a whore.
Fuck, the humiliation that comes with it after he’s done with me. I know my husband will hold me in his strong arms and tell me how good I was for him. I’m dying to be his good girl.
