Page 92 of Isle of Seduction

I take her face in my hands again and lock our gazes. “It’s almost over, guerrieritta. Do you want me to take over?”

“I want him to know I don’t belong to him. I want him to pay,” she says. Then, “Please.” Like I’d refuse her anything she asks.

“You never have to beg for the pain of your enemies, tesoro mio. I’m the weapon in your hand. I’m the execution of your wrath.”

I kiss her then, our lips crashing together. I pour all my anguish into her mouth, all the hours I couldn’t hold her. My hands tangle in her hair, matted with sweat, and her arms link around my neck, pulling me to her into an embrace that’s turning into something primal.

An idea forms at the edges of my brain.

“Do you trust me?”

She nods and kisses me again. I take her hand and guide her back into the living room, where her vengeance awaits.

I slap her ex to wake him up. His eyes are glassy, but when they fall on us, fear registers and they turn wild. Adrenaline must pump in his veins because he thrashes against his bindings. I ignore him and turn back to face Giulia who’s looking at him with venom, like she’s hoping just a look would turn him to dust.

I position myself just behind her. “Trust me. I’ll catch you,” I whisper in her ear.

I slowly kiss her neck, and goosebumps erupt across the sensitive skin. She tilts her head to the side to give me access and a gentle sigh escapes her lips. This is a release of its own. The reclaiming of her body. I let my hands caress her thighs, her hips and waist until I come higher to cup her breasts over the thin shirt she wears. It’s wet with blood, but I can’t focus my murderous energy on anyone but her right now; she needs me. I pinch the nipples just how she likes, and she mewls.

Louis’s eyes are locked on where my hands are touching her soft body, anger and lust flaring in tandem behind his irises. He’s in tremendous pain but somehow still thinks she belongs to him.

I smile at him. “I’m going to fuck my wife now. Sink into the tight pussy that belongs to me.” I cup her sex through her jeans in a show of possession that’s just for him. We both know who of us owns the other. “She’s so wet for me I can feel her through her jeans.” I lick the column of her throat and watch as her lashes flutter close.

“You remember how you threatened that cop that you’d gouge his eyes out with a spoon, guerrieritta?” I ask her.

Despite her nausea when she cut into her ex’s tongue, I can feel the spark of excitement coursing through her, and she nods.

“You didn’t think I’d allow anyone to see you naked, did you? To see you come on my cock? That’s for me only.”

I let her go, and she pouts, making me smile in amusement. I ruffle through the drawers to find a spoon and heat it up with the plastic lighter Giulia used earlier. “It’s a delicate technique. I’ve never used it myself, but Nico did. I’ll hold his head, steady him for you. But vengeance is yours, sweetheart. His life is yours to take. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Such a good obedient wife.” I smirk and her eyes darken at the praise.

Fear is back in our victim’s eyes; thank fuck I won’t have to see them much longer. I ignore his muffled screams. I’m surprised he didn’t choke on his own blood or died of blood loss, but he might very soon.

I hold the spoon to Giulia and take hold of Louis’s head. He doesn’t have much force left in him so it’s easy to subdue him and hold him steady. Giulia approaches and licks her lips. We’re both riding that bloodlust high and my cock thickens at the thought of fucking her while her ex rots next to us. It’s a fucked up fantasy and I’m too happy to oblige. The fire in her eyes tells me she’ll let me.

With remarkably steady hands, Giulia peels the eyelid of her ex’s right eye. The spoon in her hand radiates heat and emits a little smoke.

It’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.

Slowly and with precision, she inserts the spoon into his skull. His screams are blood-curling and despite my strong grip on his head, his survival instincts are kicking in, pushing him to fight.

“Do it,” I order through gritted teeth.

With one flick of Giulia’s wrist, she pops his eye out of its socket. Still connected to the nerve, it falls pathetically on his cheek with a viscous plop.

“That’s the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. I will never fucking unsee it,” she says with a gag, but amusement coats her words and she seems ready to dig into the other eye.

The sensation of his eye falling on his skin makes Louis’s body seize up. Tremors course through his entire limbs, his uninjured eye rolling into its socket but I don’t let him get out of this so easily. I shake him and force water into his throat to keep him hydrated. If he dies before she can reclaim her body, I’m afraid what that will do to my beautiful warrior. I use the mask around my neck and put it on Louis’s head, hiding the view from his untouched eye, then turn to my wife.

I sidestep his body to take hold of her, lifting her into my arms. Her thighs band around my waist without prompting. I deposit her on the table to the left of our victim and kiss her, demanding entry into her mouth with my tongue. She lets me, her hands viciously tugging at my hair until it loosens and falls to my shoulders. I hiss with the pain, but it’s nothing compared to hers. I let go just long enough to rip her jeans open and throw them down her legs.

Turning her around, I bend her body over the table and caress her curves.

“You look so vicious like this, guerrieritta, bent over and ready to be fucked by your husband.”

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