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As once I’m his wife…
He can do to me whatever he wants.
“Welcome to my dark world, kitten.”
Octavius
When a man who never knew kindness denies his deepest cravings, he shows compassion for the one thing keeping him human.
As even the darkest of creatures have their weaknesses to which their vices and vile needs come second because the little light within us gives us strength to stay sane.
Sane when the madness creeping on us forever whispers into our ears to succumb to our darkest desires in order to achieve what we want.
After all, if there is one thing all monsters of this world have in common, it’s their selfishness.
Selfishness that pushes us toward the forbidden and sinful things as indulging in them brings us our greatest pleasure.
“I don’t understand,” Isla whispers, stepping back, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor as she drags her chains right along with her and rubs her forehead. “What do you mean we’ll marry?” An odd sense of hope dances on the edges of her tone as if she thinks she heard me wrong and there is still salvation in sight from the unfortunate situation she has ended up in.
I warned her, didn’t I?
To stay away, and now…
She’s mine.
Her actions served as a red cloth to the bull that’s Church Killer’s rage and the obsession with his one living victim so there is no greater enemy to him now than me.
He wishes to destroy me for daring to fill her mind with something else besides revenge. He’ll use any weapon in his arsenal to cause misery and sorrow to those around me, but never directly face me.
Oh no.
Monsters like him are cowards who play on the weak strings, getting off on the pain his opponents experience when he hurts those they love because confrontation of any kind with a person who shares his strength is terrifying to him.
I’ll catch him one way or the other, but I’ll be damned if my obsession brings any disruption to those I care about.
Or rather…
Two people who cared enough about me once upon a time to allow their sons to stay friends with me despite all the hell I had to live through.
“What’s there not to understand, kitten?” Her nose wiggles in distaste at the endearment that used to light her up in my arms, but then again, things changed. She no longer has any illusions about me. “They can’t force you to testify against me once we are married.” She steps back, grabbing the nearby table, and she’s about to reach for a small gun when my words stop her. “I wouldn’t do that, kitten. Whatever skills you think you have are nothing compared to the ones I do. Let’s not make it more difficult.”
The familiar fire flashes in her gray eyes that serves like gasoline to the burning lust and sense of betrayal within me. “So you expect me to just bend to your will? And for the record, your great plan has a little issue.”
Snatching the water bottle near me, I flick it open and take a greedy gulp, welcoming the cold liquid sliding down my throat and temporarily numbing the fire, demanding to take her upstairs to my room and punishing her in the most pleasurable way for what she was about to do before claiming her over and over again. “What is that?”
“I still can testify against you if I wish.”
“Ah, I see. I don’t think you’ll do that.”
“Why? Because you’ll use my loved ones as leverage?”
I sigh, and she frowns at me, abandoning her desire to grab a gun, it seems, as she crosses her arms, seemingly unfazed by the weight of her manacles.
Part of me, the one craving over the years for once to meet a worthy opponent, is fucking pleased to see her being brave in the face of her hardships right now. I guess it’s fitting the only victim who didn’t plead for mercy in my dungeon is my future wife.
Ah, the poets would have loved it.
“Kitten, I’m a villain, but not the kind who uses the elderly in my plans. There are lines we never cross.” I take another sip, crushing the empty bottle in my hand and throwing it in the nearest trash can as she stares at me, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “And Giselle is Callum’s wife. Trying to use her as leverage would have been unethical. We’re close.” Besides, we just settled our issues with Lachlan and his protégés. The last thing we need in Chicago is Callum coming here and declaring war.
