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When she tries to deny my words by shaking her head again, I tighten my grip in her hair, immobilizing her while I keep thrusting my fingers in her pussy.
“You can’t… You can’t keep me here forever.”
“Keep you here? You don’t think that’s the only thing I’m going to do, do you?”
I had four years to think of what would make Kayla King hurt the most. For a person who fought tooth and nail to get what she has, for a woman who’s always taken care of herself and thrives on independence, there’s only one thing I could come up with that will truly make her feel the way I felt.
“You’re going to marry me, little sunflower.”
10
NATHAN
Free Animal - Foreign Air
Her entire body freezes, going into shock. She opens her mouth to talk, but I think it’s about time she gets a taste of how I think my wife should behave. At least if my wife is Kayla King.
With a harsh movement, I pull her head underwater, holding her there with two fingers in her pussy and a hand tangled in her mane.
Her hands shoot to my arm, her nails cutting into my skin as I watch her struggle. Bubbles float to the surface, and she splashes me as she starts flinging her legs too.
I tilt my head to the side, wondering if she can see me from underwater and how I look.
Does she feel like I’m in control now? Does she understand that her freedom is mine? Has it hit her yet that I hold her pathetic life in the palm of my hand, quite literally?
Hundreds of bubbles become dozens and then a few. I guess I should let her breathe.
Pulling her back up, I give her a few seconds to gasp air into her lungs and cough. I release her hair, but I want to keep playing with her, so I move my fingers inside her again.
“S-stop,” she coughs before gasping some more.
But why would I stop if she’s getting wetter? And why would I stop if I’m the one in control? Why should I care what she wants?
She starts getting her bearings again and wraps her trembling hand around my wrist between her legs. “Nate…” She’s still heaving for air, but I don’t think it’s for the same reason anymore.
The little slut who gets off on fear and pain is about to come.
Oh, how fun it’s going to be to play with her. Kayla has always been a very entertaining toy.
I feel her soft walls contract around my fingers, and her legs start to shake, so I pull my fingers away.
“Orgasms are not on the agenda,” I state blankly as I release her entirely. “Not until you can prove what a sweet, obedient wife you can be.”
Her body slackens in the water, and she blinks up at me, drops of water falling from her lashes.
She tries to calm her breathing, but it takes her a few attempts before she can talk again.
“I am not marrying you,” she rasps.
I stand up, taking a towel from the side to dry my arms and hands, and look down at her.
“We can talk about why you will over dinner. I’ve got a hint for you. It’s the same reason I’m not in prison anymore.” I wink at her and drop the towel. “Wash your hair and meet me downstairs. You need to be fed and hydrated.”
I don’t look back when I leave, and I don’t lock any door. She can make herself at home here. She can even try to leave. I’ll enjoy the thrill of chasing her.
My lifelong friend and enforcer, Sam, is eating a burrito at my kitchen island when I walk in. He stops mid-bite, his obsidian eyes looking me up and down, then keeps on eating quietly.
Sam and I are friends because life put us in each other’s way from a very young age. His dad worked as an enforcer for my foster dad. And my foster dad happened to be the head of one of the most powerful Cosa Nostra families. The Bianco family.
