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“So, you did miss me.”
Katrina gasps, turning around, and I switch on her bedside lamp. Slowly, I stand and take two strides toward her. I lean over her small frame, my hand twirling a piece of her dark hair.
“I’ve had time to think, Katrina, and I’ve decided I need to honor my vows to you.” The pulse in her neck has her delicate skin pumping.
“Which vow was that?” Her voice shakes, and I pull her in closer to me, her breasts pushing against my chest. My nose trails up her neck until I get to her ear.
“’Til death do us part.”
She’s scared, her fears instantly making her believe I mean to kill her, just as I hoped. I breathe her in and enjoy my power over her. “You said you wanted to disappear and be a regular person, so everyone will believe you ran away. Even Max saw you walk away from me. No one will question me.”
She tries to keep her focus on me, but her eyes continue to cut around the room, looking for her escape. But there’s no escape from me, and I watch as her panic sinks in. My lips kick upward in a menacing grin while hers turns down, realizing I have won.
A lone tear escapes her lashes, and I lick it. The salt dances along my taste buds. I want more of her tears, and I want her to pay for everything she’s done to break my heart I so easily gave her, and for all her family has done.
“You are the most beautiful when you’re scared. And I’ve always loved a good fight,” I say as I pull her hair, tilting her head back, and poke my needle into her neck. Her eyes grow as wide as I’ve ever seen them, her hand touching the spot where I just injected the sedative.
She tries to move past me, but I’m stronger than her, and I easily pick her up as she attempts to fight me.
“Goodnight, Katrina,” I whisper before I place a kiss on her lips. Her eyes flutter closed, and her body goes limp in my hold. I should have put Katrina in a cage long ago.
Chapter 29: Demetri
Iwatchheronthe cameras while she’s waking up. She struggles against the ropes around her naked body, and my dick grows hard seeing her in such a position. She uses her energy to scream and thrash, but her gorgeous lips are covered with duct tape. Her skin will be pink from the rope burn she’s inflicting on herself.
This is what I wanted to do with her the first night I had her in my bed.
“Daddy, Capree is holding my finger!”
I look from my desk in my home office to Charlotte and Capree on the floor beside me, the baby in her little bouncer seat. Polina keeps walking past, making sure the girls aren’t bothering me. It annoys me that she’s worried Katrina never returned. It’s like she doesn’t think I can do the parenting when the girls are on my watch.
I stand, and immediately she enters the room. “Would you like me to take the girls?”
She’s too good at her job. I have to gulp down my irritation, because this is what I like in my organization. I force a smile. “Thank you.”
I leave the office and go into the basement cellar no one knows about. I want Katrina to stay close to me at all times. My steps are loud and echo off the concrete walls. No sounds escape this room, but they are amplified inside it to my liking. Her whimpers are music to my ears. As I get closer, I watch as she visibly swallows, and her thrashing stops.
“Hello, wife.” I pull a chair across the floor and stop it in front of her. Her body trembles, and my hand wants to reach out and touch her, to feel the emotions running through her, but instead I turn my chair backward and take a seat, my hands firmly stacked on top of each other on its back.
“Did you know that everyone I love… dies? I’m cursed that way.” I look around the dark room. It smells stale while feeling humid. “I wanted to do this to you the first night we met.” I look her delicious body up and down. She begins talking, but her words are muffled by the gag in her mouth. “Hold on. You’ll get your turn.”
I stand, the need to touch her becoming too great. My fingers trail down her cheek and jaw before I move some of her hair behind her shoulder.
“You should thank me. I’m being proactive. Before you die,” I pause, then add, “from my hand,” another pause, to let that settle in, “I thought I’d tie you up before someone else can ruin that pleasure for me. Let’s be honest; if you’re going to die anyway, I want to at least get to do it myself.”
My fingers trail down her arm. Her skin is so soft. Her body trembles with fear, and knowing my true feelings for her—how much I love her and have tried to show her in every way I know how—that she is cherished, it’s fucking insulting. But I have to keep it hidden.
I rip the gag from her mouth but leave it tied around her.
“You’re fucking crazy!” she yells, her face full of judgment.
An amused chuckle breaks free, which helps to loosen the tightness in my chest. “You’re one to talk, Katrina.” We would have been perfect together if she didn’t trust her family over me. I’m the one who protected her, not them. They used her to get to me, and that stops today.
“Why am I here?” Her body jerks again, hoping to get free. Her eyes narrow, anger building in them for no good reason. I’m the one who should be angry, not her. “I loved you.”
“That’s a lie!” I bark, kicking the chair with all my might, and it flies to the other side of the room, making a loud crashing sound.
I sink to my haunches, getting a good look at her as I crouch. The position is uncomfortable, but it’ll give me the best view of her face. With one hand, I place two fingers over her pulse on her wrist and focus my attention there and on her expression.
