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"Why would I be? She's one of them, not anything respectable. I doubt she knows how to read." Maybe Nikki was right in some ways, but Sweet was better than my wife in every way, including intelligence.
“Good.” This would rip her heart out, but after everything, that was exactly what she deserved. "And she will do a wonderful job mothering the baby for you, so you aren't stuck with the crying and dirty diapers."Or living here.
My wife nodded. If she did have something else to say, I was already gone and downing the last of my whiskey. My Sweet One was about to receive the pounding I’d been desperate to give her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Armon
For the first time since before his death, I went to where my younger brother had lived while attending higher education. Despite what he'd done, despite my wife's child being his, I could never be angry at him. For years she'd flirted, and I knew he fought a boy's attraction to her. She wasn't one to ignore, and when she wanted something, she got it.
At the front door, I could hardly raise my hand to the handle. This felt wrong. The woman on the other side shouldn't be here. It was like spitting on his grave, but this was where she would receive the loneliness she deserved. This would be the reminder of what she was. Resolved to show her what she’d brought upon herself, I jerked open the door and went inside.
Past the foyer, Cade leaned against the high marble countertop of the kitchen, looking bored. My long-time friend shook his head at me. "Couldn't you have left her?" Anyone else wouldn't have been so bold, but Cade had an honesty I trusted and an honor I respected.
I huffed. "I need someone to fuck."
"There's plenty of that without crossing borders." He pointed to the knife stand. "She thinks I didn't see her take one of those dull steak knives."
And that was something I loved about her. The passion, the undeniable fire to fight me. Not the true villains in her life I forced her to kill, but me. As though it would make her feel as though she received justice, but the only one of us to receive justice would be me.
I shrugged before readjusting the growing bulge in my pants. "She knows how to turn me on."
"I already removed the locks, but she pushed a nightstand in front of the door." He looked down to where I moved my cock and rolled his eyes. "Of all the women you could choose from."
"You’ve seen what she does to my cock." I went past him to the master bedroom across the way. No doorknob, but the bedside table blocked my view inside. Silently, I gave the door a slow push. I wasn't certain if she had no strength, or if she thought a nightstand would be enough to lock me out.
Once I had the door slightly open, the sound of shuffling feet near it had me smiling. So, she planned to stab me from behind when I entered. But I also knew she would lose courage and await me to remove the knife from her hold.
Beyond cowardice, by now she realized I was her only means of safety and survival. I had been what stood between her and the lifetime of misery she endured with her despicable family.
I pushed the door far enough the nightstand would have blocked her in the corner once the door was open. When I strode in, I went straight through to the bathroom and started the shower to give her plenty of time to sneak up on me. Certain she watched me, I bunched up my shirt, slowly raising it over my head. Would she be drooling? Or would that occur once all my clothes were off?
Facing the rising steam and the water that sprayed down like rain, I unclasped my trousers and let them, and my boxers, fall to the floor. Maybe she would enjoy the view so much she would hurry with her pathetic threat to kill me.
Silence.
I knew she'd inched closer, but not yet within reach.
"I'm not sure what turns me on more, Sweet." I looked over my shoulder to see her several feet away with her arm extended, and the knife pointed my way. Not a position for anything more than a threat, and her shaky right arm wouldn't have much more strength given the wound at her shoulder. Would she steady it with her other hand? I continued goading her, "The knife or the desperation for my body."
She scowled; uncertain how to respond, but at least it was rage in her expression. As expected, she raised her left hand to steady the knife.
"Get in." I kicked off my pants and stepped into the flow of water. When I turned, she stared at my eight-inch erection. One would think she'd be stronger willed than that. I reached over to the soap bar and lathered Nikki's cunt off my dick.
"Don't you have a wife to shower with and fuck?"
The emotion created more need within me to remind myself to ignore it, yet it also caused me to want to reassure her that Nikki meant nothing to me. But I couldn't soften. "You aren't pregnant yet."
"I'm not a breeding whore." She remained in her unintimidating stance.
"Neither was my sister before your family decided she would be."
"I helped her!" Both of her arms shook with the strain of the extended knife. Tears dropped from her eyelashes, but she wasn't doing herself any favors with that infuriating excuse. She’d spent so much time lying to herself that she believed the ridiculous response.
"You provided her care so that she kept you company. You provided a coward's help and deserve to suffer the way she did." If only I had the will to let her receive the same horrors my sister did. I stormed from the flow of water to stand at the tip of the blade.
Her wet eyes widened. "If you hate me, then let me leave."
