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“I’ve had another man’s wife before,” he breathes against my neck, “but never on the actual wedding day.” One of his hands dips beneath the layers of silk to my bare thigh, teasing upward until I’m sweating and gritting my teeth against the intense need to vomit.
Maybe I shouldn’t fight the urge. Maybe I should just throw up all over him.
I almost do when a single finger nudges at the edge of my panties.
“Has your husband already had you here? I hope not. I’m rather a deft hand at deflowering virgins. But then again… I am intrigued. Let’s see how well your husband trained you, shall we?”
I cry out as I’m suddenly shoved violently from Brigham’s lap. I collapse into a clammy heap between his feet, panting, trying to get my bearings.
“You are going to suck me off,” Brigham says, so cold and matter of fact that it’s like he’s reading me the weather report. “And don’t even think about biting. The last one who tried that got all her teeth knocked out and I used her blood as lube.”
“Elio will come for me,” I say shakily. “If you hurt me, he will kill you.”
The slap comes so fast and hard that I don’t even have a chance to flinch away. Stars explode through my head, and they’re so beautiful I want to chase them, to follow them into darkness.
I taste metal. I touch my lips and my fingertips come away slick and red.
“At this rate I’ll have your blood as lube anyway.” Brigham chuckles. “You can stop bluffing now. Elio Titone’s heartlessness and lack of serious female attachments are legendary. He’s never done anything for a woman who wasn’t his own blood. I highly doubt he hasn’t already hurt you himself and I truly do not believe he’ll care if someone else does it. If he decides that he wants you back then he can come and pay for you and add a little extra on for all the trouble I’ve gone to retraining you for him. Now get back up onto your knees and suck.”
The commands aren’t all that different from ones I’ve heard before. Elio has forced me into his lap, told me to get down on my knees and suck him. But the experience is so vastly, terribly, inhumanly different from this one. With Elio, there’s power and control. But there’s also desire. And now, as toxic and twisted as it may be, love.
Here, with this man? In this room, my father turned away with cowardice and shame etched into his features like they’ve been carved there with a knife?
It’s like I’ve fallen down a hole into Hell.
But I can make my way back out if I play my cards right. I have to survive long enough for Elio to find me.
For him to pull me out of the flames.
Resolve like hot lead in my guts, I straighten up. I place my hands on Brigham’s knees, feeling the knobby bones, so different from Elio’s thick muscularity. His dick is tenting the white crotch of his pants, and I stop and stare, suddenly unable to keep going. To do what I have to to live.
“I thought I told you,” Brigham says, fisting my hair so much harder than Elio ever has until my eyes scrunch shut from pain, “to suck-”
There’s a bright, dark, shadow-splitting sound. The grip in my hair goes instantly slack. Bridget lets out a piercing, drunken shriek, and my eyes fly open to discover why.
All I can see is that putrid erection right in front of my face.
I tear my eyes up and away from it to discover that that cock now belongs to a corpse. My breath lurching from my lungs, I rip my hands off of a dead man’s knees, scooting backwards away on my ass as blood courses from a bullet-wound in the centre of his forehead.
Everything is happening so fast that I feel like my synapses aren’t firing quickly enough to keep up. But then a single word cuts through all the noise, slicing past the storm in my head until everything falls quietly away.
“Songbird.”
I turn.
A lone man stands in the doorway to the room. He doesn’t seem to fit into the airy warmth of this place. He’s dressed in the heavy fabric of formal wear, thick leather gloves covering his hands. He’s a looming silhouette of darkness, a blot of broad-shouldered ink, with eyes so lit by blackened rage that they look like dying stars.
I let out a sob and I reach a bleeding hand for my husband as he strides fearlessly into the sunlit depths of Hell.
Chapter 45
Elio
Caruso and Enzo were right. Taking the guards along with us instead of killing them turned out to be the correct move. The guard who came with Curse and me – Leon – not only knew exactly where his boss would be hanging out, but he also distracted the two bodyguards just outside the room. With both of them turned his way, trusting and unsuspicious as Leon called out a greeting, Curse and I moved in behind, slitting the two men’s throats at the exact same moment.
Swift. Silent. Not a single sound of warning to be heard.
While Leon and Curse dealt with the bodies, I surged forward into the room.
