Page 115 of Lawless God

Weirdly, I look forward to every night. To the heat he brings to my body, the pleasure he makes me feel, the hours he spends on me.

I might not be free, but fuck, I’m a sexually satisfied captive.

Every time Nate tries to put me into the role of a housewife, I make him regret it. Two days ago, he texted me asking for dinner to be ready when he came home.

He chewed on two forkfuls of Bolognese before he realized he was eating glass.

My ass had a meeting with his crop, but I still don’t regret it.

Yesterday afternoon, he required I join him in his office after dinner. He said a good wife does what she’s told.

I walked in with a bottle of vodka, a rag inside it, and a lighter. I threw my Molotov cocktail at his desk and walked out.

It smells burnt down there now. Just like home.

So when he comes out of the shower, looks at my naked form still in bed, and casually says, “I’ll be at meetings this morning, but I’m taking you shopping this afternoon.”

I reply just as casually. “I will cut every single thing you buy me to pieces.”

“I have dinner with an important partner tonight. He’s bringing his wife, and I need someone to keep her company.”

“Ooh,” I say as I sit up, pretending to be excited. “What do you think I should talk to her about? Our favorite meals to cook? Which school I’m going to send my future children to? Oh, I know, how well our maids make our beds?”

He dries his beautiful hair with a towel before throwing the damp material at my face. “What will it take to make you behave, little sunflower?”

“Freedom,” I snap back.

He shrugs. “I guess I’ll just have a misbehaved wife, then. It’s okay, I like punishing you.” Pausing for a second, he thinks to himself. “But then again, so do you.”

He walks into the closet, and he’s already half-dressed when he comes back out. Pants on, belt hanging, he’s sliding his arms into a black dress shirt.

He buttons it as he keeps talking. “I’ll be back by lunch. Be ready to go.”

“You’re my worst nightmare,” I say bluntly. “Everything you say makes me want to jump out of the window.”

“Give it a try, it might save me some headaches.” Finally, he slides a tie around the collar of his shirt. “Come, do my tie like a good housewife.”

My legs are moving before I can control them. Naked, I stand up and walk to him. I grab the two ends of the tie as he keeps talking.

“You know, it’s an occasion for you to go out. I could always just pick a dress from your closet and be done with it.”

Gritting my teeth, I look into his eyes. “Fine. I’ll fucking go. But I get to choose the dress.”

He’s as passive as ever when he replies with a simple, “No.”

Finishing the knot at his chest, I push it all the way to his throat, and then some more, choking him.

He coughs, grabbing my wrists with both hands and pushing me away. I smile brightly at him as he loosens the noose.

“You’ll pay for that later.” He scratches his throat. “And stop turning me on before I have to leave for work.”

One step, a tight arm around my waist, and he’s dropping a kiss on my forehead. “There’s something for you on the kitchen table. Sign it before lunch. With your maiden name.”

“What? A contract?”

“Yes. Sign it Kayla King.”

“Surely, that won’t be valid now that I have your last name?” I can’t help the bitterness in my voice.

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