Page 157 of Corrupted Heart

I choke on my breath as he surges into me, grabbing the nape of my neck tightly.

“Can’t what, bitch,” he snarls. “Touch him? Touch you?” His lips curl dangerously. “Let me make this clear. After the business has been concluded, and Mr. Chernoff and that bitch get Krylov, they’re going to let me do whatever I want to your husband.”

I shiver as he leans even closer.

“Whatever I want to you, too,” he leers, his tone sickening.

“First, I’m going to break his legs, so he can’t run away. Then I think I’ll slice his eyelids off, so he can’t close them.” Grisha grins. “He’s going to watch when I fuck you in every hole you have, like my own personal whore. When I invite my men to take their turns, too. Actually…”

I go cold as Grisha reaches for his fly. He smirks. “I’ll tell you what. If you suck my dick right now, and you suck it good, maybe I’ll be selfish later and not let my men have any fun. How about that? Just me using every one of your tight holes right in front of your little bitch of a husband.” He grins. “Fuck, I can’t wait to see him watching you on your knees, with my cock in your mouth.”

“Grisha!” Amaya barks coldly from across the bare office. She snaps her fingers impatiently before turning back to her phone.

“Go fetch, boy,” I hiss.

Grisha snarls at me, then obediently turns and starts to walk toward Amaya.

“He’s going to kill you, you know.”

The Russian stops and glances back at me.

“What?”

“Kratos. He’s going to kill you,” I say flatly, my voice even. “I don’t mean figuratively. I mean he’s literally going to kill you.” My eyes turn cold. “He’s going to break your teeth. Then he’ll rip off your tiny balls, and stuff them down your throat through your ruined mouth.”

Grisha’s brow furrows.

“It’ll be up to you if you want to choke on them or swallow them while he breaks every bone in your body before cutting out your heart. And you know how I know all this, Grisha?” I smile ruthlessly at him. “Because I’ll be right there, telling him what to do next.”

Grisha’s face pales, looking green around the edges. A dark power in me surges.

Maybe Kratos’ monster has rubbed off on me. Or maybe there’s been a beast in me all along, and it’s him that’s taught me how to let it off its chain.

Suddenly, there’s a commotion. Amaya starts snapping orders, and even Grisha pulls his shit together and starts barking at his men in Russian. I’m whipping my gaze around, trying to see what’s happening, when Amaya strolls over, her eyes lancing into mine.

“Your boyfriend’s here,” she snaps coldly.

Hope surges in my chest.

“Husband,” I hiss back.

She frowns.

“My husband is here.” My lips curl. “You took so much from him,” I say thoughtfully, shaking my head. “And yet you never got what you really wanted.”

Her eyes narrow. “Careful, little girl.”

“You’re desperate enough for human contact that you had to abuse a child to get it, and you even deluded yourself into thinking it was…what?” I laugh coldly. “A relationship?! Did you think he felt anything for you besides fear and hatred? Did you seriously tell yourself you loved him? The boy you were abusing?”

Rage ignites in her face. Her eyes turn black, her lips curling.

“Is that what all this is about, you pathetic old hag?” I continue. “That I got from him what you never in a million years ever could? His love?”

Amaya blinks, her mouth opening and closing and her body swaying a little, like I’ve just hit her. I just smile.

“He loves me. And he fucking hates you?—”

I cry out when her open palm connects sharply with my cheek.

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