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The grimmer the expression marring my wife’s beautiful face becomes, the tighter my fingers dig into her upper arms. I know without lifting the sleeves of her shirt there are red marks that will later turn blue with the amount of pressure I’m applying, but for the life of me, I can’t let go.
My head is yelling at me to release her, but my heart screams that she’s mine. The monster inside me demands bloodshed for anyone wishing to hurt her.
I don’t know what she’s done, and frankly, I don’t give one fuck if whatever she did has angered someone in her family. Those motherfuckers are already living on borrowed time. It’s only a matter of time before I take out every last one of them.
Except for our little pet, my internal thoughts echo back at me.
“You have a pair of leggings on the bed,” Krishna informs her. “Get those on, then find your boots. I’ll distract whoever is at the nurse’s station. You two take the stairs to the second floor. From there, follow the signs to the intensive care unit. Another elevator will take you down to the first floor of the building next to this one. I’ll get my SUV from the parking garage and meet you at the front.”
K’s list of orders pulls me out of the possessive war storming inside me, making me remove my hands from Ciera while he steps around us and grabs his laptop from the small couch he took up residence on when she was assigned a room and brought here from the ER yesterday morning.
Jumping into action, Ciera steps to the bed but stumbles. I grip her around the waist, ensuring she doesn’t fall, then I guide her the rest of the way. While she’s sliding on the black leggings that Sasha packed for her, I snatch her faux fur-lined boots from under the bed at the foot and hand them to her. Krishna exits the room, leaving the door open as he heads to the nurse’s station.
“You ready?” I ask, not having anything to grab since my cell phone and wallet are already secured in my pants pockets. She nods and then slides off the bed.
Stepping to her, I slide the armband off her, then lift her arm and pull the tape away from the crook of her elbow. She didn’t have an active IV, but the port remained, so I remove the catheter as gently as possible and then retape her arm before putting the used medical equipment and her armband on the rolling table next to the bed.
“Let’s go,” I say.
Interlocking my fingers with hers, I pull her to the door. Her legs are steadier, but I pick her up by the time I get behind the stairwell door for us to descend the stairs quicker. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the feel of her arms wrapped around me. There is nothing awkward or weird when she does it like it’s always felt when other women tried to grab me, hug me, pull me closer to them. It felt like ants were crawling up my back.
I reluctantly place her feet on the ground when we reach the second-floor door. Carrying her the rest of the way would bring too much attention to us. “Can you walk, or are you too weak?” I ask to make sure. If I need to carry her, I will, and people will have to gawk.
“I’m fine. I can walk.”
I grab her hand again once we get in the next elevator to take us down to the first floor, and I keep holding her hand, unable to let her stand fully on her own, telling myself I’m doing it for Ciera, not me.
The doors close, leaving us looking at mirrored walls. I watch as Ciera’s mouth drops open. “God, you didn’t tell me I looked off my trolley.”
“I have no clue what that’s supposed to mean.” I half-laugh because she’s cute as fuck when she says weird shit. Even when she’s cussing me out in strange Irish terms that aren’t actual curse words, she’s the cutest damn thing I’ve ever seen. “You look freshly fucked, baby girl, without having been fucked.”
“What doyoucall what you and Krishna did?” There’s a bit of attitude lacing that question.
“An appetizer. A prelude.” I tip my chin down as I roll my head to look at her from where she stands at my side. One side of my mouth tilts upward, and I don’t bother schooling my features. I want her to see the truth in my words as much as she hears me say them. “After we’re finished fucking you, you won’t be able to speak, much less walk, wife.”
Snatching her hand out of mine, she turns to face my side, but she takes a cautious step back. “Why am I still alive? Why didn’t you kill me?” she demands as her arms cross over her torso, below her big tits that are hidden beneath the T-shirt I want to rip off her.
If it weren’t for the pink staining her cheekbones or remembering how her moans vibrated down to her pussy, I’d think she didn’t enjoy the orgasm K and I gave her.
I stare at her, not saying a word, but my body turns slightly as if something inside me wants to snatch her back to my side.
She mustn’t like my silence because she drops her left arm, takes a step forward, then jabs a finger into the center of my chest. “Why. Am. I. Still. Breathing?”
Faster than the length of a heartbeat, I reach out, snatching her delicate jaw between my fingers, gripping her so firmly it would take the jaws of life to pry them off. Our eyes lock as I step forward, walking her backward until her back meets the elevator wall, then I tip her head back, knowing I’m likely hurting her where the stitches were sewn into her skin.
“You need to be very careful with me, Ciera. Defiant little bitch looks way too good on you. It turns me on. It makes me lose control. It makes me want to strip you bare right here, right now, and fuck you so hard against the cold mirrored wall that they shatter. You aren’t ready to be fucked like that, little girl. But make no mistake, I’m going to shred you in the best possible way. I’m going to own your sweet little cunt so good you’ll start to believe you’re in love with me. Maybe even K too.”
“Answer my question.”
“Thinking your wife is dead will give a man perspective, pet. Just be fucking grateful that I want to eat you alive, not slit your throat.”
The doors open, but I keep standing in front of her, my hard dick pressing into her stomach, my fingers digging into her jaw, our eyes in a war to see which one of us blinks first.
Newsflash, baby, it won’t be me.
CHAPTER 29
CIERA
