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“I’m sitting in the shower bawling my eyes out.” She deadpanned.
“We all reach a breaking point, and we all express that differently. So what if yours is crying it out in the shower? There are worse vices for you to take up as a means to release your pent up emotions.” I had a bad habit of drinking too much then wrecking my knuckles on a punching bag—or on the faces of unlucky idiots.
“I know we haven’t been together long, but do you regret this marriage? Do you regret me?” There was her insecurity rearing its head again.
Breathing deeply, I snaked my hand around her neck, squeezing softly while tilting her head up to look at me. “No matter how many times you ask, and no matter how long we’ve been married, my answer to that question will never change no matter what. You better burn my answer into your brain,lisichka. I will never.Never! Regret marrying you. You are the only slice of heaven that I will ever experience in this lifetime and the next, because God knows I’m going straight to hell before my eyes even shut in death. I don’t care if you’re a mentally unstable bitch with twenty-three personalities, I will never leave you nor will I ever stop loving you.”
Our psychotic personalities fed off of each other at this point. A modern day Bonnie and Clyde, perfect partners in crime. I wouldn’t want to lay waste to my enemies with anyone else by my side but Angel. I loved indulging her dark desire for torture, always tossing her victims left and right.
It sounded so fucked up, but watching her work apart a human psyche and seeing how elated it made her drove me wild. Even if she denied her enjoyment, I could see the way her eyes lit up with a crazed glint whenever she’d dig her claws into the poor soul I would offer as a sacrifice to her.
Also, the crazy, hot sex afterwards was a very clear indicator she enjoyed torture more than she was willing to let on.
Speaking of sex after torture. “All things aside, did you enjoy making him squirm before plunging that knife into him?” Probably not the best time to try and get my dick wet, but a man’s gotta try. Besides, with the adrenaline dissipating into other problems, a good fuck always solved it very well.
That’s probably another reason why this strange relationship of ours worked out. Besides the obvious chemistry and affection for each other, we both indulged each other to calm our inner demons at the end of the day. I’ve lost count of how many nights we’ve ripped each other’s clothes off after an assignment, riding out our adrenaline highs until we crashed.
It didn’t matter if the other was tired or in bed when the other would get home. There have been many times when I’ve been startled awake by Angel’s aggressive kisses or overall aggression to get me up and going. My little hellion would stop at nothing until I pounded into her with no mercy and pushed her beyond her limits.
Of course, there were some nights where things didn't go such ways, tonight being one of them. “I’m way too exhausted to fuck right now,anh. If I wasn’t such an emotional mess earlier then I would have fucked you in front of him before and after having you kill him.” She didn’t even bother to force a chuckle out or hit me playfully.
As much as I wanted to shove her against the shower wall and have my way with her, I knew when to stop. Looking down at her, I could see the exhaustion painted on her face. If I tried to push any luck I have, I’d most likely end up alone in bed tonight, or a knife to my arm if I really piss her off too much.
Besides, I really shouldn’t be toeing the line with her after my little stunt today.
“Let me wash up and we can just cuddle in bed with some back rubs? And I promise it’ll be just that, nothing beyond.” It was adorable how easily I could get her to melt with such a simple act.
At least she trusted me enough to bear her back to me now. Even after that first night, things were a little touch and go for a moment whenever I would flip her around or touch her back. But she lowered her walls eventually after I forced my hand on the matter and basically conditioned the hell out of her.
“Only cuddles and rubs. I really am exhausted.” She sounded drained, only further pushing the idea of any fooling around deeper into the recess of my mind.
Nodding with a hum, I kissed her forehead. “What happened tonight?” Even if I did fuck up with throwing her emotions onto a rollercoaster from hell, no way it should have affected her this much. Also, she did mention something about it earlier when I entered the shower.
Sighing heavily, Angel slowly wrapped her arms around my waist loosely and let herself lean into my body. “Shit hit the fan, that’s all. Found out we had a mole too late, lost two of my men, lost the shipment, and a lot of us got badly hurt. It was just a big shit show the moment we set foot in the damn place.”
Breathing deeply, she stood there in silence for a while, letting the water wash over us as we held each other. “Well, I’ll wait for you in bed, I already washed myself before you so rudely interrupted my sob session.” She forced a small smile on her face as she pushed away from me and slipped out of the shower.
Unable to help it, I let my eyes linger on her delicately strong body as she towel herself off on the other side of the glass. I will never grow tired of seeing my lovely wife’s body. Even if she liked to argue with me otherwise, she was beautiful and perfect in my eyes. All her insecurities about her body are what I loved about her. I loved her silky black hair, her sharp but delicate features of her face, even her small breasts never bothered me one bit no matter how many times she tried to argue.
She was imperfectly perfect to me. She was my perfect little wife, and I wouldn’t trade her for anyone else in the whole universe. God I was stupid to not pursue her, and that was my only regret so far when it came to us.
Her soft and melodic giggle got me out of my mind. “Quit drooling over there and hurry up, I need my heater of a husband in bed.” With a light snicker, she left the bathroom.
Not wanting to keep her waiting, and not being able to be patient myself, I quickly washed myself and rushed to the bedroom after running the towel down my body and throwing on some boxers, a pair of gray sweatpants, and a black t-shirt.
I needed her in my arms.Now.
I was such a needy man for her, but I couldn’t help it. Having her body pressed against mine while we remained tangled in each other’s arms was the only thing I looked forward to at the end of every night. The fact my other half waited for me was my motivation to be successful, to make sure every aspect of my illegal business would always go as planned because I'd be damned if I took a bullet to the head and left her with an empty bed. Or worse yet, in another man’s arms.
The thought of her being with anyone else boiled my blood. It took every ounce of my control to not snap the neck of every man she ever glanced at whenever we’d be out together. Even if she never looked at themthatway, it still pissed me off.
No other man should have the grace of laying eyes on her either.She belonged to me and only me. Everyone else needed to keep their eyes glued to the floor whenever she walked into the room.
I would never take over her life—as if she’d let me—but I hated when she’d go out to the clubs or bars with her friends because of other men who would leer at her with hungry eyes. She may deny it, always downplaying it saying no man would ever look at her because she wasn’t worth it, but she truly underestimated herself. Even with my arm around her possessively when I’d be with her, some men still dared to eye her like their next conquest.
“You’re staring again.” Angel giggled softly.
I didn’t realize I had zoned out until Angel’s voice brought me back.
