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My heart stops as I look over her face. She is going to fucking drive me up the motherfucking wall in the best possible fucking way. I release my hold on her. She continues to walk out of the kitchen. I quickly push off the door frame and follow behind her, making sure she doesn’t try to get away from me. We walk into the bedroom, and she walks straight to the bed. She slowly crawls on top and lies down flat on her back, stretching out her arms and legs, the chains already connected to the bed posts. I quickly removed my sweats and made my way to the end of the bed. Her eyes stay on me as I look over her naked, ready body.
“Remind me, my King, remind me who I belong to,” she whispers. I quickly put the chains around each of her ankles, and then I make my way over to the side of the bed, putting her wrists in each chain, making sure they are tight but not too tight.
I make my way to the end of the bed and crawl onto the bed, making my way up her body. Her eyes don’t leave me as I position myself between her legs, grabbing onto her throat and my dick at the same time. I place the tip of my cock at her wet pussy’s entrance.
“I need you,” she whispers. I lean in, smash my lips to hers as my hips move forward, pushing my dick into her pulsing pussy. Her walls wrap tightly around my dick, and she opens her mouth, allowing a moan to escape as my tongue enters, taking her moan into me.
My hips start to move, pushing in and out of her at a steady pace. I break my lips from hers and slowly kiss along her jawline, stopping at her ear. She turns her head to the side, her pussy getting wetter and wetter with each movement.
“Lo son oil mostro,” I whisper into her ear.
“Sei il mio mostro,” she screams as she starts to hit her peak. Neither of us will be able to last long, but that is okay; we have the rest of our lives. One thing I know for sure is that as long as I have her by my side, everything is going to be okay.
We will burn the whole fucking world down together.
74
Christian
One Year Later
Ilook over at the clock on the wall; it is already past 2 a.m. The clubs are finally fucking going right, and things are starting to calm down. We found four new sex houses this week, which means we had to burn them and help the girls find a safe place. Over the last year, they seem to be popping up more and more, and we continue to fucking burn them down. We will continue to burn them, just like they will continue to fucking pop up.
I sit back in the chair and review the remodeling plans for my and Nicole’s home. I wanted to build her a dream home, and it has taken a lot longer than we fucking thought. So I keep hiring more men to make it go faster, I know she wants us to have a home and start a family, and I refuse to do it in this damn apartment. No matter how nice and big it is, Nicole and our future children deserve an actual home, and I don’t just want to buy one that someone else made.
Over this last year, my control and possessiveness have gotten worse, but that is only because we have been trying to get pregnant, which fucking terrifies me more than anything else in my life. Being a father was never something I wanted, but with Nicole, I do. I want all of it. We will never leave this life. It is who we are, but that doesn’t mean we can’t settle down and be happy.
Nicole hasn’t said it, but I know she dreams of the white picket fence and the dog and the kids running around, and I want that for her, so I will do whatever the fuck I have to do to make sure that she gets just that. Whatever she wants, she will get. It has always been that way, and it will continue to be that fucking way.
I lean forward in the chair, resting my elbow on the desk as I scroll through the rest of the plans. The door to my office swings open. I look from the laptop to my naked wife, who is making her way over to my desk. I sit back in my seat. My heart races as she stops in front of my desk, reaches out her arms, and pushes everything, including the new laptop, off my desk onto the floor. At least she didn’t throw the laptop at the wall this time.
She rests her hands on my desk and leans forward. “Fuck me the way you want to fuck me,” she whispers, making my heart speed and drop.
I lean forward, my lips almost touching hers. “Io son oil mostro,” I whisper.
She smiles and shakes her head. “Sei il mio mostro,” she whispers back.
“Don’t you fucking dare say the rest of it, wife,” I snap at her, remembering the exact words she said before.
She smiles and shakes her head. She stands up and quickly turns around. I slowly stand up as she slams the door shut. She rests her hands against the door and her forehead against the wood as she spreads her legs open.
“I only want my King,” she whispers.
I quickly make my way around the desk and come up behind her. I pull down my sweats and grab onto her throat, forcing her to turn her head to the side. I grab onto my hard dick, placing the head at her pussy’s entrance and forcing her to step up on her tippy toes. I lean down and bite down onto her neck, causing her to scream as my hips push forward, pushing my dick into her wet pulsing pussy.
I release my dick and place my hand next to her head as I taste her blood on my tongue. I move my hips, thrusting in and out of her. I lean forward, pinning her between me and the door; her breathing is rapid and unstable as I pick up my pace. She doesn’t want to make love with me. No, she fucking wants to fuck.
I can do that. I can do that for her. Since the day I was released from the hospital, I promised myself that I would never take any of this for fucking granted, that I would worship, love, and honor my wife, but she will always be my dirt little fucking whore, and in public, she is my fucking Queen, my equal in every way.
75
Christian
2 Months Later
It took a lot fucking longer to find the men that used, abused, and raped my wife. She has finally opened up and let me know of certain men who used her and hurt her that she will never be able to forget. When she told me what each of these men did to her, I let the tears fall. I couldn’t keep it back. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I would have been able to.
All I have ever wanted was for her to open up and let me inside. I want to experience her pain with her, and now I finally have. She told me what each man did to her, what they whispered. It makes me want to bring back Sebastian and have him killed all over again.
