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They fester or hurt but never heal, always reminding you about the horrors you’ve experienced.
Resting my head against the window and watching the passing scenery as Eric starts driving, I whisper, “Thank you.”
Octavius presses a button and the screen divider slides up, creating a sense of privacy for us in this small space. “For what?”
“For not forcing me to go to the church. I won’t run away again.” Being hysterical and difficult won’t win me any points, and it’s exhausting. I'll find the solution to escape this marriage, but not tonight. “I give you my word.” Eric gets us on a narrow road leading to the highway, and my brow furrows. “Where are we going?”
He introduced me to his chauffeur, but does he plan to make this marriage public knowledge? Maybe he wants to hide me somewhere, alone and isolated from the world so I won’t spill anything while he deals with everything.
Although wouldn’t he need to show me off to the feds if they knocked on his door?
I gasp when instead of answering me, he grabs my hand and brings me closer. His fingers unclip various pins in my hair hurting my scalp, and he massages the sore flesh, bringing me instant relief. I didn’t realize how much they pulled at my hair. “You’re my wife.” I sigh when he lets my hair fall down my shoulders and cups my cheek, his thumb caressing me as he leans forward, our mouths inches apart. “Nothing and no one should ever hurt you. Never wear the damn things again.” Displeasure laces his voice along with anger, and I swallow at the intensity in his gaze or how butterflies erupt in my stomach at him calling me his wife.
I must be really exhausted as there is no other explanation for these feelings. However, common sense still pushes through when I grip his shirt with my fingers and reply, “You hurt me.” I trace my fingers over my throat. “Tonight, you hurt me.” He might hate anyone else bringing me discomfort but that changes nothing in our reality.
He’s the greatest threat to my sanity, soul, and heart so I should always be aloof and protect myself from the inevitable heartbreak it will all cause me.
He continues to caress me with his thumb, and I feel his heart thump steadily. “You hurt me too.”
“So is this how this marriage will work?” I tilt my head back, and a raspy breath escapes me. “We’ll continue to hurt each other until one of us can’t take it anymore?” A humorless chuckle slips past my lips. “I mean, that’s what we’ve been doing all this time, right?” I click my tongue. “Not really. I didn’t hurt you in any way, but you…you treated me worse than the plague.” Try as I might, I can’t mask the pain in my voice and I hate myself for it. “Don’t worry, though. This little prisoner knows the rules and will act accordingly. Because there are always consequences for disobedience.”
The energy around us charges instantly, tension cracking the air while wicked electricity zaps through my entire system when he presses me hard to his chest with his free arm. His other hand slides to my neck, his fingers wrapping around my throat, and my pulse beats against his fingers. Thousands of goose bumps break out on my flesh when he speaks up, “You’re my wife, Isla. The whole world belongs to you as there is nothing I can’t get for you. You just have to wish for something, and it’s yours.” My hold on his shirt tightens when he squeezes my waist, his grip letting me know I can never argue his claim. “You’re mine to cherish, mine to spoil, and mine to fucking own. Your body and soul should have only one person in mind. Me.” He tips my chin up, his hot breath fanning my cheeks when he skims his mouth to my ear, continuing to whisper as heat travels all over me, burning me and awakening my senses. “Would you like that, kitten?” he asks, biting on my earlobe and tickling my skin. “Being the center of my attention all the time?”
Need consumes me at his whispered words, creating carnal images in my head that send desire straight to my core. I shift closer to him as he licks the abused flesh, only to trace his mouth back to my chin and nip on it. “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me owning this body whatever chance I get. My tongue licking this pussy until you can’t remember your name.” A moan slips past my lips, and he grins. I cut my nails into his chest, making him hiss, “Or my fingers stretching your tight walls and preparing you for me, ready to fuck you hard or slow, depending on how much you want it.” His face darkness, and I close my eyes, arching my neck when his lips trail lower, leaving burning imprints in his wake, yet every touch and caress sends me deeper into the madness that’s our marriage. Because I can’t fight the lust flaring inside me and spreading all over me, demanding one thing only.
Him.
“I could own this body for hours, enjoying every whimper and moan coming from your throat as you writhe on my sheets. A beauty who got trapped by the horrible beast, yet she still loves his touch.” He sucks on my flesh, and I groan, gripping his shirt so tight it’s a wonder it doesn’t rip. Despite his words, though, his kisses are gentle and almost apologetic, and I don’t miss how he traces his lips over my throat, placing soft kisses where he hurt me.
My own kind of monster who thrives in darkness yet cannot stand my pain, and while this knowledge should scare me…it only pulls me toward him harder, making me hope for the impossible.
“Octavius,” I whisper, my voice so needy I blush, but I still beg him.
Beg him to stop this madness before I lose any respect for myself, as I’m powerless from the force that’s him.
Maybe my heart and body already belong to him, but my soul…my soul and sanity are still mine, and they scream at me to do the right thing.
His mouth skirts upward until he reaches my mouth, and we share a breath as he pushes his tongue against my lips and delves inside, entwining us in a deep and needy kiss consuming me.
A kiss that stakes his control over me, each glide and brush of his tongue conquering the territory inside me so no one else dares to touch me as everything in me belongs to him.
Warmth along with heat envelops me, and my hands glide upward until I circle his neck and deepen the kiss even more, enjoying how he dominates me, pleasure traveling all over me.
Angling my head back, I open my mouth wider under his, and he swallows my moans in his throat when the embrace turns hotter, our tongues dancing in a lustful duel threatening to wipe away anything from my mind but him.
His muscled frame makes my core clench as I remember how easily he can lift me and fuck me anywhere he wishes, making me come every single time because his whole focus belongs to me. His masculine scent surrounds me, and urges me to succumb to the temptation, bringing relief to this ache.
His fingers play with the laces on my dress, ready to drag it down as he continues to own my mouth, pushing deeper and deeper to take me here as well.
If he just…
A loud honking serves akin to cold water pouring on me from above, pulling me out of this maddening haze.
Oh my God.
What am I doing?
A few sweet words, and I’m ready to fold to a man who blackmailed me into this marriage!
