Page 65 of Vicious Vows

Everything was going to shit.

Piece by piece I was going to lose it all.

I roared in frustration and tossed my phone against the wall, cringing as the small electronic device cracked and fell to the ground.

"Dominic, everything okay?" A soft voice asked. Mira was one of the few workers I kept at the house to attend to my needs. I hadn't used her since Faye arrived.

I settled back against the chair and looked away from her. In the back of my mind, I'd hoped that it was Faye coming to me but that was nothing more than a pipe dream. She may never come to me again.

"Everything's fine." I answered.

"I'm not sure, you look like you could use a bit of release. You know I'm always here for you." She purred and slowly stripped out of her wrap dress walking in my direction.

Before Faye, Mira was one of my most sought-after girls. I could lose myself in her pussy for hours before I was through with her. But that was before Faye. My eyes stayed locked on hers as she spread my legs and kneeled between them, ready to take my cock down her throat as soon as I was ready.

I could be coming and relieved in less than three minutes flat, of course, that was before I knew what being wrapped up in Faye was like. Now just the thought of another woman putting their hands on me filled me with rage. I didn't want a substitution. I wanted my wife.

I leaned forward and grabbed Mira's hair, yanking it back hard until she was leaning back in a bridge-like manner.

"Mira, have you forgotten something? My wife is in the next room, getting some rest. You will respect her even when she's not present. If you don't I'll throw you out of here so fast you'll be wishing for the days when all you had to do was stay in the back room and wait for one of my men to find you. Don't make the mistake again." I pushed her back until she was lying flat on the floor before I got up and walked over her body.

It's true that I did need some release but I deserved the punishment. After what I'd done to Faye I'd live with blue balls for the rest of my fucking life before I touched anyone else.

As I walked out of the room, in search of anywhere else for me to have some peace I found myself going into the sun room. Not so much because I wanted to go in there but because I knew this was one of Faye's favorite places. I couldn't be with her so maybe this was the next best thing for me.

I sat in the corner where all my wood carving equipment was and stared out of the window. Before long I had one of my projects in my hands and I was busying myself with a project I'd long since abandoned. I hadn't known what I wanted to do with it but with Faye on my mind, the inspiration for the piece was clear.

I focused on the intricate details and the soft curves. Minutes turned into hours and finally when the sun had set and I could barely see what was in front of me, was I satisfied with the piece I'd completed.

Instead of just the normal beasts and dark symbols I usually created, somehow I managed to create a small figurine of a woman sitting with a wolf's head perched on her lap. The wolf was still ferocious but the woman was angelic in a way I'd never before created. There was no mistaking the similarities between Faye and the woman in the small wood carving. This was exactly how I saw her in my mind. Perfect and sweet. Still not corrupted by my world no matter how hard I'd tried to break her.

Under all the snapping and snarling she was still sweet Faye.

I pushed the carving into my pocket and got up from the chair, stretching my limbs as I did. I was tired but a small thrill rolled through me as I walked out of the sunroom and down to my room.

I'd hoped when I got there she'd still be asleep but I had no such luck. The shower was running and she was out of bed.

I stared around my own room trying to figure out what my next best move would be. Being uncertain had always gotten me into trouble in the past, which is why I decided to act as normal.

I walked over to my seat and sat by the fireplace just to wait for her to come out.

A million thoughts rushed through my mind as I listened to the splashing of water in the bathroom. Every last one of them vanished the second I heard the water turn off. Now all that was left was a gnawing sensation in my gut, one that told me that I was about to see her again for the first time since I'd put her in this position to begin with.

The door to the bathroom swung open and Faye took a tentative step out. I gritted my teeth as she hissed in pain from moving too fast. I'd done that. It was my fault that she was in pain right now.

Learning to live with what I've done is going to take some getting used to.

"You're in pain." I ground out.

Faye stared at me but didn't say a word in return. Instead, she tied the towel tighter around her body and walked toward the closet to grab some clothing. Hiding behind the door she got dressed before she stepped out again and made her way to the bed.

I stood the minute her hand touched the bed and she jumped back like I was going to attack her. I wanted to roar in frustration. I didn't want this but I knew I deserved it.

"Faye, I told you it was over. I'm not going to hurt you."

"You've changed your mind before."

"Indeed."I nodded and took another small step toward her. My hands in my pocket and my head as low as I can make it without looking away from her. "Do you need me to call Dr. Nelson again? What hurts?" I asked.

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