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“What did Judge have to say about it?” I asked, knowing he could read my apprehension. There was no hiding anything from him.
He snorted. “Judge thinks he’s king. I’m sick of being one of his soldiers. We’re going to go to Las Vegas, and I’m gonna be king. And you’ll be my queen and have anything and everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“Simon—”
He cut me off by slamming his mouth onto mine. I pressed my hands against his chest, but he was too strong, forcing me back onto the sofa and climbing over me. His hands ripped at my shirt, tearing it open to expose my bra.
“Simon, stop, please,” I pleaded as he moved his mouth to my neck and his hands moved to my jeans, fighting with the buttons.
“Yeah, that’s right. Fight me. I know you love that kinky shit.”
I fought against him, my heart racing in fear. Simon had always been a straight forward fuck kinda guy. He liked to be on top. I’d tried on more than one occasion to try something, more adventurous in the bedroom, but he’d always shut me down. He said he hated seeing me acting like a slut. He liked to be in control, and I hadn’t minded too much.
I loved him. He was sweet and attentive, and just because our sex life wasn’t exciting didn’t mean we couldn’t make our relationship work.
“Simon, stop!” I cried out as he forced his hands inside my pants finally.
He stopped suddenly, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re not wet,” he growled softly. “Do you need it harder? Is that what a slut like you likes?”
His hand came to my throat, and I gasped as he applied pressure. My arms beat against his chest as he cut off my air.
It wasn’t working.
I could feel him hardening as he straddled my leg. I only had one option. I pulled my leg up between us as he sat over me, drawing my foot back and kicking with all the force I could muster, straight at his cock. He cried out in pain and fell to the side, onto the carpet.
Choking and spluttering, drawing in as much air as possible, I felt dizzy, the room was spinning. I knew I needed to move, run, but I couldn’t. Getting oxygen into my lungs was the only thing my body could do at that point.
“Ungrateful bitch!” Simon screamed, and suddenly there was a hand in my hair. He pulled and I screamed as my scalp burned. He dragged me off the sofa with a thump and began pulling me down the hallway as I scratched at the carpet and walls.
“Please stop! This isn’t you,” I cried out as tears streamed down my face. My mind couldn’t comprehend what was going on.
Who was this man?
He looked like the love of my life.
But inside, he had transformed into a monster.
He tossed me into the bedroom and I smashed my head against the bedside table.
“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he ordered, his voice dark and ominous. I saw through the blur of tears as he stripped off his shirt and began undoing his jeans. Simon was stronger than me, there was no chance of fighting my way out. There was only one way I was going to get out of this.
My hand slipped under the bed. I felt the cold metal of the gun in my hand and wrapped my hand around the handle. I brushed away the wetness in my eyes with my free hand and lifted the gun in front of me. “Get out,” I told him, my voice shaky but stern.
His eyes looked up, and a devilish smirk crawled onto his twisted face. “You gonna shoot your husband, Hadley? You’ll have the whole FBI come down on your ass.”
I moved the gun just slightly and pulled the trigger. A loud boom filled the room, and he ducked as splintered pieces of wall flew around us. “I’m a good shot.”
“I know. I taught you.” He was no longer smiling and for a moment, I wondered if this would be the last moments of my life. I wondered what the news headlines would say, or whether the government would cover it up to protect one of their own.
There was silence in the room for a long time before he slowly reached down and picked up his shirt off the floor, his eyes never leaving me, as if he was just waiting for me to make a mistake. But I wouldn’t. I followed his movements with the gun.
“This isn’t over,” he said quietly.
“Yes, it is. I don’t know who you are, but you’re not the man I married.”
He shook his head. “I’m going to be king. And you’ll be my queen.”
The way he spoke was like he couldn’t even hear what I was saying. He was in his own little world. Whatever was going on in his head it had taken over. There was no room for anything else.
