Page 100 of Seizing Control: Part One

Whimpering as I find myself betrayed by Slash and my own body, I fight to contain my moans so I can hear the demands my husband makes of me. I need to know his true thoughts so I can combat them. Knowledge is power. Power is key. My key to happiness lies in the hearts of two stubborn men I can’t control.

“Love me first.”

Thrust.

“Love me most.”

Whimper.

“Pick me.”

Moan.

“Forsake Venom.”

Sob.

“I don’t wanna be your silver linin’, I wanna be your everythin’.”

The depth of his love pushes me over the edge. I fight to free my hands so I can touch him while I shatter around his hard length. Slash refuses my affection, choosing instead to depersonalise our union even further. His rejection does nothing to dull my orgasm—if anything I break beneath him even harder.

The masochist in me wants to take his pain for my own.

The rebel in me wishes to hurt him as much as he’s hurt me.

The woman in me does neither…

Rather than match his cruelty with tears or anger, I give him my stoicism. I try to prove to him that I’m not going anywhere, that I’m not choosing anyone other than him and Zeke. I remain beneath him, absorb his love and his hate without protest. Love him as much as I can, even as he breaks me apart from the inside out.

As a second orgasm ripples through my body, Slash finds his own release.

Arching beneath his heavy frame, I whimper, “Yes. God. Yes. Carter.”

He lets go of my wrists and buries his face in the crook of my neck. I immediately clutch him to me, even though I can hardly breathe under his weight, as he fills me with his cum. Holding him tight, panting fast, I whisper my final challenge in his ear, “Different but equal, Carter. That’s all I can give you.”

His dismissal is instantaneous.

“You just declared war.” He stands in a rush and tucks his softening cock back into his suit pants. “I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

I recoil like he’s hit me.

He pulls something from his pocket and holds it out to me.

A diamond tennis bracelet with two pendants.

Accepting it, I run my thumb over the alien head, then I repeat the action with the scalpel.

It’s obviously a gift from Zeke—the craftsmanship in the familiar design is a hallmark of his—yet I don’t understand its purpose.

“What is this?”

Slash might as well be on another planet when he tells me, “It’s your somethin’ old, somethin’ new, somethin’ borrowed, somethin’ blue. Came directly from Venom—a partin’ shot that he knew I’d understand.”

“Something borrowed?”

“Yeah,” he drawls with disdain. “I expect the scalpel’ll be returned to its rightful owner soon enough. You’ll drive it straight through my heart—” He touches the centre of his chest. “—before you skip off into the sunset with Venom.”

“Carter!” I yell at him when he dismisses me with a flick of his eyes, then spins on his heel and stomps away from me. Struggling to sit up, I try to scramble off the floor in my heavy dress when I hear the bureau being dragged across the floor. “I said I’m not making a choice between you, and I meant it. You’re not being fair.”

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