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So, that’s why he’s trying to get me to go upstairs. He thinks he could change my opinion of him by doing what needs to be done. What he doesn’t know is that I need to see this. To assure myself that he isn’t harboring any feelings toward her.

“She’s not innocent,” I remind him. “She came into our home and tried - no, succeeded, in driving me away. Besides, she’s dead whether it’s by your hands or your father’s. At least we have somewhat of an advantage if she doesn’t go back to him.”

Cain swells with pride as he looks at me with a new light. The old me, the person I was before I met Cain, would have begged for him to save her life. But, the new me sees the world differently. I’ve been kidnapped, sold, and beaten. The world isn’t black and white. I may not be willing to take her life myself, but I won’t shy away from watching Cain protect me.

“Fuck, you’re incredible,” Cain breathes. “Marry me?”

A chuckle escapes my lips as he slowly stands and comes to take the chains from my hand. It’s the only answer I’m going to give him right now. As he reaches for the chains, I throw them into his hands, too eager to be done with my part in this torture chamber.

With me watching, he pulls the chain against her throat, cutting off her air. She starts fighting almost immediately, trying to pull the chain from around her neck while thrashing around in her chair. Cain doesn’t let up the pressure as her fighting grows weaker, until eventually, a choked sound falls out of her mouth and she grows still. Even then, he continues holding the chain tight, making sure she’s dead and not just passed out.

I walk around the chair to look at her face, seeing her lips turn blue and her eyes bulging from her face. No longer is she the picture of beauty she was when she first walked into the house only a few hours ago. Now, she looks miserable. As miserable as her heart must have been for her to agree to tear us apart.

Finally, Cain drops the chain, and her head slumps to the side as her blank eyes continue staring. Cain walks to me, and places a hand on my cheek as he directs me to look at him instead of her.

“Are you okay, little one?” he asks, worry lacing his voice. The last time I watched him kill someone, I ran from him.

I give him a small smile as I nod my head in his hand, reassuring him I’m just fine. I chose to stay and watch, and I have no plans of running from him.

“Can we go upstairs now?” I ask, my voice quieter than I mean it to be, but suddenly all I feel is an overwhelming exhaustion. Too much has happened today, and I need to take a break from it all.

Cain plants a kiss against my forehead before he grabs my hand and leads me out of the torture chamber and back upstairs.

Chapter 25

The Monster

Pride swells in my chest as I walk Ainsley upstairs, getting her away from the gruesome scene she just watched. Months ago, she would have lost her mind if she watched something like that. Even after everything she went through, seeing me kill the man that tortured her still sent her running. But now? Something has changed in her, and she’s not afraid of my lifestyle anymore.

She’s not the same girl I’ve watched for years, or even the same girl I fell in love with. She’s grown and changed, and I’ve loved watching every second. No matter how she continues to change, she’ll always be mine.

We walk up to our bedroom, and I’m reminded of how she called this our house. It made me so incredibly happy, especially after all the work I did to get her back to this point.

I know she’s exhausted. I can see it in the way her feet drag as she climbs the steps, and the way her eyes droop. She needs to rest, but there’s one thing I need from her first.

She claimed me in that room; now it’s time for me to claim her.

All of her.

“Take your clothes off,” I command her in a deep, husky voice. Just the thought of what I’m about to do to her has my cock standing straight up, ready to play its part.

Ainsley turns to look at me with tired eyes. “I just want -”

I cut her off, not letting her finish that sentence. What she wants doesn’t matter right now. It’s my turn.

“Strip, Ainsley, and then bend over the bed so I can see my handprints on your ass.” My tone leaves no room for argument, and by the sudden light in her eyes, I’d say she’s excited about it.

My poor succubus, she has no idea what’s about to happen to her.

Slowly, definitely still tired despite the new excitement, she strips out of her clothes and bends over the bed as I instructed. The plug sticking out of her ass shines as it meets the light, and my handprints are bright red against her skin. Looking at her like this has me starving for just a taste of her.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” I whisper as I lean over her and whisper in her ear. She craves those words, and I didn’t miss the reaction she had when I used them for another woman. If I hadn’t stopped her, she would have choked Christina to death before we were done with her. As much as the thought of my little one murdering someone turns me on, she would have regretted it.

Ainsley whimpers as my hand glides down her back, torturously seeking the opening I’m going to claim. With my other hand, I struggle with my jeans until the button pops open and I can push them down my legs.

When I find the end of the plug, I pull on it, watching it come out of its tight confinement. She thinks this is going to be the end, that I’m going to take the plug out and then she’ll be done. But, no, I’m only just starting.

When the plug leaves her, I watch as she slumps in her position, ready for a well deserved rest.

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