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When my cock softens, slipping out of her, I feel the trickle of my cum around it. I reach down, sliding my fingers along her inner thigh as I gather up what’s spilled down her soft skin, pushing it back inside of her as I thrust my fingers deeply into her. “This stays inside of you,” I growl into her ear. “You keep my cum in you, and it will bemychild that you’re pregnant with.Myheir. I will make absolutely fucking certain of it, do you hear me,cailín?”
Marika lets out another shudder, nodding as she keeps her head down, her body trembling around me.
“There will be no chance for you to see him again,” I tell her harshly. “Whatever passed between you before this, that will be the last of it. You aremine.Mywife. And there will be nothing for you except whatIdecide you will have.”
I thrust my fingers into her once more, curling them, feeling the heat of her pussy and my cum against my hand as she lets out a whimpering moan. “I tried to give you gentleness. Now, I will simply give you what you should have had from the start.”
Stepping away from her, I tuck myself away and zip up my jeans, looking at her still-trembling body bent over the dresser. “You’ll stay here, in this room,” I tell her sharply. “I’ll send food up to you later. We’ll go home tomorrow.”
And with that, those last harsh words ringing in the air, I turn away from her and stalk out of the room to go and find Finn.
Theo
Igave Finn instructions to have the bodyguard taken to a warehouse outside of Dublin. I could have taken care of matters at one of the outbuildings on the property, but I didn’t want to sully the peace of my home with memories of what I planned to do to the man who dared to touch my wife, or stain a single inch of it with his blood.
As for Marika—
My jaw clenches tightly as I drive, trying to put her out of my head. I chose to forego my usual driver, hoping that driving myself might help me to clear my thoughts—put me in a more rational frame of mind when it came time to confront Adrik.
So far, that hasn’t been the case. With every mile, I only feel more and more furious, more determined to take my payment of vengeance out in his flesh. I’ve never been one to take much visceral pleasure in torture, as brutal a man as I can be, but this is different.
This time, I’ll enjoy every moment of it.
I park the car around the back of the warehouse—a plain, nondescript black sedan, nothing to draw attention—and pause at the back door, trying once more to gather myself. To appear cool, calm, and collected in the face of a man that I want to take apart piece by piece, and relish in his screams.
Letting out a deep breath, I step into the warehouse.
Finn is already waiting there. The man, who must be Adrik, is in a steel chair with his head lolling forward, bound around his upper arms, stomach, calves, and thighs with straps ratcheted tight. He’s been stripped naked and drugged, and I can see him starting to twitch faintly as the effects of the drugs start to wear off. He’ll be awake soon, and I’m glad I made it here for that.
I want to be the first thing he sees when he wakes up and realizes his fate.
“He’s all yours,” Finn murmurs, shifting on his feet. There’s something uncomfortable in his face, and I’m fairly sure I know what it is.
Finn is my enforcer as well as my right hand—he’s a man capable of the violence and brutality I would expect from someone in that position, but he doesn’t take pleasure in it. Not like Nikolai Vasilev, who, in the days before his new wife tamed him, was known to visit the sex clubs his family owned after torturing men, to work off the—adrenaline.
In my younger days, I got a certain rush from the power of it, being able to inflict pain without consequence, holding the power of someone's life…and their death, fast or slow, in my hands. I’d always find myself wanting a woman, later on, those nights. But I never fucked them with the blood still on me, as Nikolai was said to do.
There were rumors, of course, and I let them abound. With the Vasilevs as my primary opposition, there was nothing that could be hurt by letting others think I was a more primal and violent man than I ever have been—and certainly more so than I am now.
“I can do the dirty work if you want, boss.” Finn glances at me. “No need to get your hands bloody if you want to just stand there and watch.”
“No, this is personal.” I walk over to the table, sizing up the implements. There are plenty of tools for me to use on his flesh, but I flex my hand, considering the impact of a good, old-fashioned punch to the jaw first. It sounds enticing.
And I can do whatever the fuck I want.
Adrik’s head starts to lift, his eyes blinking stickily. It will take a moment for the drugs to wear off fully, and I plan to wait until he’s fully conscious. I don’t want him to miss a second of what I plan to do to him, and I certainly don’t want him to be numbed for any of it.
“Thhheo—” He slurs my name thickly, blinking at me, his lips working as if to try to summon some spit from what must be a painfully dry mouth. “Fffuck you—”
“No,” I tell him almost pleasantly. “That’s what you did to my wife. And that’s why you’re here.”
Adrik blinks a little more awake at that, as if he’s beginning to realize the true implications of the situation he’s found himself in. “You don’t know what you’re—talking—about—”
The words still come out slurred, but slightly less so.
“Oh, I think I do.” I narrow my eyes at him, a taut, vicious smile playing at the corners of my lips. “And what I don’t know, you’re going to fill me in on.”
“I won’t…tell you…shit.” The words are starting to be clearer now, letting me know that he’s close to being fully aware. I take a few steps closer, enjoying the hint of fear starting to grow in those angry, ice-blue eyes trained on me. He’s the kind of man who wants to think he fears nothing, but he’s about to find out exactly how wrong he is.
