Page 91 of Lilies from Hell

“More,” I dare to say, my voice choked with pleasure.

His hand goes to my neck, cutting off my breath. Not enough so that my lungs can’t get any oxygen.

“When I’m done with you, there won’t be a piece of your soul I haven’t worshiped. I’ll break you and take everything you’ll give me like the good little demon you are,” he murmurs against my lips without stopping his thrusts.

Tears roll onto the pillow as my body shakes with an orgasm, but I know it won’t be the last. My insides twist, sending the last waves of my climax over his pelvis as black spots begin to fill my vision. My wrists are released after a while. The last thing I feel as I’m about to fall unconscious is him making his way into my tight entrance with the help of his fingers as his tongue sweeps the remaining blood from my stomach.

I reluctantly open my eyes when the sun’s rays fall on my face. I try to ignore them, but I still can’t get back to sleep, so I sit up in bed and cover myself with the sheets. My whole body hurts like hell, and my private parts are on fire.

I search the room for any sign of him, but he’s not there, so I just sit on the bed waiting for him to come back. The sheets are bloody and a mess. I look at the cuts on my body and the bruises of his hands and teeth, my cheeks flushing with shame. I shouldn’t want more. I know it’s not normal to want to be at his mercy like that again.

I make an effort to overcome the pain and stretch my arm to grab my cell phone and distract my mind with something else. My eyes fall on a message from an unknown number. I open the chat with fearful fingers and find a photo of the two of us getting into the helicopter.

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I bite my lower lip, unable to look at him while I show him the photo. He looks at it, his frown deepening.

“I don’t know who sent it,” I murmur hesitantly, getting his attention. “And yesterday I got some kind of note when I was at the mall.” The screen of my cell phone now shows the photo I took of the note at the mall. His eyes go from confusion to anger in just seconds.

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” The reproach in his eyes becomes increasingly unbearable, making me lower my head.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” He lets out a sigh, then holds my face in his hands, forcing me to look into his blue eyes.

“You can’t stop me from worrying about you. If they touch you, it’s like they’re touching me.” His fingers move across my cheeks as his breathing seems to calm down enough to relax his facial features. I nod my head, trying to form a smile. “Next time, tell me. Don’t hide anything from me again.”

“I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t like it when you do that,” he interrupts, causing me to pout in confusion.

“Why?”

“You’re pure perfection. Do you think there’s anything you should apologize for?” His fingers hold my jaw, not letting me move my head or look away from his eyes. I shake my head in denial, assuming that’s the answer he’s looking for. As I suspected, he smiles contentedly before leaving a light kiss on my lips.

“What will you do when you find him?” His tense muscles reflect the anger he is trying to contain as he begins to move his hand down my back.

“I’ll kill him. Anyone who dares to make you feel bad or touch a hair on your head deserves to be six feet under.”

“Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?” I murmur, remembering that this isn’t the first time he’s done something like this. If Matt met that awful fate for almost nothing, I don’t even want to imagine the atrocities he’ll do to the person responsible for the threats.

“No. I’m just trying to be a good husband and fulfill all my vows,” he says, the corners of his lips curving upward. “Besides, when it comes to your safety and well-being, nothing is excessive.”

Whoever is behind that note intends to hurt me, so perhaps his decision isn’t so drastic. It’s always better to kill first before being the one to be killed.

“Whatever happens, tell me right away.” I nod, lost in his blue eyes. “You have no idea how much I adore you.” His eyes now darken, leaving black pits where the blue used to be. Something I also noticed last night but was too creeped out to think more about it. My mind has been playing tricks on me lately. All the tiredness and frustration my amnesia has left is coming back to me in a bad way.

“Maybe I do,” I reply with a small smile.

“I don’t think so. The only way you could know would be if you were reincarnated in me, and even then I bet you wouldn’t know,” he replies, bringing our lips together in a delicate kiss that becomes intense.

His tongue caresses mine one last time before pulling his lips away. My body couldn’t handle repeating last night, I know, but I can’t help moistening my panties with the memories that make me long to have him inside me again, filling me with his aggressiveness and overflowing desire. I think I need another cold shower.

“I’m going to kill him,” I spit furiously.

“There’s not much he can do. I mean, he’s locked up,” Denis says in a matter-of-fact tone, clearly not thinking that just because he’s behind bars doesn’t mean he can’t send his men to try something against us.

“Your stupidity definitely increases with the dye you put on your hair,” Sergei says.

“It’s natural. And the only stupid one here is you,” he retorts sarcastically to Sergei.