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He picks me up and tosses me on the bed. I can’t brace myself because my stupid hands are tied together. I bounce and then right myself. In the time it takes, Vice has pulled a gun from the dresser and is aiming it at me. I freeze, watching him warily, torn between the urge to fight or plead with him.
“You know, I never thought about keeping a woman for myself. Sure as shit never considered a wife. A mistress, maybe, someone to fuck hard before coming home, and then you handed yourself to me on a silver platter.”
He grabs the tie around my wrists, lifts my arms over my head, and slides them over some type of hook I hadn’t seen on the headboard before. I can yank all I want, but I won’t get free. Not unless I can work the material itself from my wrists. Being bound like this pushes my chest out, making me feel even more exposed. If I weren’t so pissed, I’d be terrified.
I’m mad at him for being everything I feared. Mad at myself for marrying this man when I fucking knew it was stupid. I’m evenmad that I didn’t let his fucked-up brother kill him when he had the chance. But mostly, I’m mad that, for a brief moment, he made me forget that we’re enemies—two sides of the same coin but never to be seen together. For a second, I forgot it was all a lie and allowed myself to believe.
Stupid girl.
“You have murder in your eyes, wife.” He trails the gun down my temple, over my shoulder, and down to my chest. He circles a hard nipple with the barrel before he trails the gun down my stomach.
My breath saws in and out of my chest as panic claws at me. “Vice, don’t.” I hate myself for begging, but I don’t want to go out like this.
“The smell of your fear is intoxicating,bambola,” he muses, the gun now resting on my mound. “Spread your legs.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss at him, locking my ankles together.
He sighs and climbs on the bed, the barrel of the gun now pressed to my stomach. “Don’t make me ask again,” he says softly.
I want to scream in his face, but something in his expression makes me hesitate. He says I have murder in my eyes, but his eyes are the most expressive I’ve ever seen. There’s lust—so much yearning that it makes my stomach spasm. There’s also wonder, curiosity, and possession, but nothing in his gaze suggests he wants to hurt me, despite the freaking gun.
I realize, belatedly, that it’s a test. He wants to show me his worst and see how I handle it. I blow out a breath and spread my legs. He moves between them, the tip of the gun now tapping against my clit. I close my eyes and send up a silent prayer.
“So, fucking pretty,” he murmurs, trailing the gun lower, pressing the tip just inside me.
I hold my breath, terrified that any sudden movement will be the death of me, when there’s a knock on the open door.
“Come in.”
My eyes widen in humiliation as Tim walks in. He does a double take when he sees me naked and tied, spread out on the bed.
“Come closer,” Vice orders, the edge of violence in his voice making my eyes move to his. He pulls the gun from my pussy and points it at Tim. “Did you really think you could look at my wife’s ass and I wouldn’t say anything?”
“I didn’t?—”
“And you’re a liar too. How disappointing.”
I realize then that this has less to do with me and more to do with Tim.
“I saw you. Saw your dick get hard. Tell me, Tim, were you thinking about what it would be like to slide your cock inside my wife?”
“No, Vice, please. It wasn’t like that,” the man pleads.
“You want to taste her?”
I make a choking sound. He’s out of his goddamned mind if he thinks I’ll let this stranger between my legs.
“Here, taste.” It takes me a second to realize he’s pressing the gun to the man’s lips. “Open your fucking mouth, Tim, and taste my wife.”
The guy whimpers but opens his mouth, crying out when the barrel of the gun is shoved into his mouth hard enough to make him gag.
“Good, huh?” Vice grins. The sight of it making Tim whimper, tears falling down his face. “Pussy for a pussy.”
Vice’s eyes move to mine, hard and unyielding. This is the monster everyone fears.
“Nobody looks at my wife without my permission.” He pulls the trigger, making me shriek as blood and brain matter rain down over us.
Before I can even process what’s happening, Vice’s cock is at my entrance, his hands around my bound wrists, and he thrusts inside me.
