Page 62 of Vicious Vows

As if my words had shocked him the same way the electricity had shocked me he dropped his hand from my face and backed away.

"You're lying. You're fucking lying." He said over and over again more to himself than to me.

I was too far gone to respond anymore. My body hurt so bad I wished for death. But even still as I hung there by my wrists I couldn't wish for Dominic's death.

It must be hard always having to be an evil motherfucker.

CHAPTER 27

Dominic

This was wrong.

This entire thing was horribly wrong.

I backed away from Faye, her head dangling forward as she hovered just on the edge of consciousness. I thought she'd fight me back or even admit to what she had planned with her sister, but all she kept telling me was that she didn't do anything to hurt me.

What's worse is that when I look into her eyes, I believe her.

Faye may be a lot of things, but I can always tell when she's putting on a part, playing a role, and this wasn't that.

But if she's not playing a part, then that means I just abused my wife for nothing besides the fact that she snuck out of the house.

"Oh god," I muttered to myself and as quickly as I could, reached around to pull the huge dildo out of her back end before I detached the handcuffs holding her up.

She collapsed down onto the bed before I could catch her and whimpered in pain. Nearly every surface of her body was covered in marks and bruises.

I'd lost touch with reality.

The punishment was nowhere near the crime. I'd done this to her, and now that it was over, nothing I'd been so angry about rang true.

"Faye, open your eyes," I leaned down and tried to push her head to the side so she'd look up at me. I wanted to see those golden eyes on mine, but all I got in return was a pitiful groan.

I don't know what kind of damage I'd done to her while I basically tortured her.

I shouldn't feel like this. I'd never cared for anyone before in my life, that was until Faye walked into my life. I wanted to pretend that I was the same hardened criminal I saw when I met her, but in the short time that I've known Faye, she was able to burrow under my stone shell and find a way into my heart.

A heart that was breaking to pieces right now as I looked at her.

I needed to get her some help. I needed to fix the mess that I've made.

"I'm going to pick you up now."

"Just kill me. Dominic, please, just kill me." She whimpered and tried to push herself away from me.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth. She'd rather I end her life right now than put my hands on her. It made sense. Why would she want me touching her? Why would she ever want me to be near her again?

I thought I'd be able to handle having a wife, that it'd be easy to keep her in check, but it's becoming more and more clear that I've got no idea what the hell I'm doing.

I didn't have time to think about that right now. What I needed to do was get Faye some help. I needed to find a way to fix this.

"I'm not going to hurt you anymore, Faye. It's over. We're going home," I whispered and grabbed the sheets off the bed to wrap around her body.

Blood streaked the fabric and my hands, and I worried about where it was coming from. I prayed with all that I was that it wasn't from inside of her. When I shoved that dildo up her ass, it was solely because I wanted her to feel the pain I felt in my soul.

When I saw her here with Farrah, it felt like my body would be pulverized to dust from the strength of the betrayal. I'd thought Faye was in on whatever plan was going on behind my back. Thought she was one of the people trying to rip my life to shreds. I should've known better. Should've known she was only trying to protect her sister and from what she was saying, trying to protect me too.

The same broken feeling I felt when I walked in lingered inside of me but instead of it being because she was playing me, it was because of the messed up things I'd done to her.

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