Page 116 of His Cursed Heart

Like I might die if I don't have her wrapped around me.

"Make it hurt." Althea whispers and I try to hold back.

I know she can take everything I give her, but sometimes I get too rough. Like I can't control my body anymore and I don't want to actually hurt her. She is the one thing that makes me wake up in the mornings. The one that I last think about when sleep possesses me.

She is my present.

I release her hands from my hold and in a blink, I take off my belt and roll it on my palm. I look down and stare at the way her pussy welcomes me with each pump, feeling myself grow bigger and bigger until it hurts.

"Happy anniversary, little wife." I murmur and smack the belt to her left cheek, hearing her gasp.

I continue to thrust into her hard and deep, rolling her hair into my other hand. I tug her head back until her face is under mine and I smirk at the flush in her face.

"You're a quiet one, huh. Don't worry, I'll make you a screamer." And I hit her other ass cheek with the belt and slam my lips on hers.

Her moans grow louder and her body trembles under my touch. Looking at her in this position makes me move faster, my movements becoming messier. She is so beautiful that my heart can't beat normally around her.

Another smack and this time her screams wake the dead.

"Good girl," I whisper because my voice trembles too much from the pleasure that forms in my lower

back and balls.

I'm losing my mind.

I'm losing myself in her.

Her ass is red and dry stains of blood is covering her entire body. This is my favorite view of her. Completely at my mercy, begging for more like a perfect vixen.

"Oh, Ev-Keaton," She shutters and my mind is too twisted to even register what she said. Her moaning my name is the sexiest thing.

With a last hit on her entire ass, I throw the belt on the ground and grab her butt in my hands, slamming so hard that the car moved a few inches forward. I lean over her and bury my head in her neck, both sweating like animals. The blood starts dripping on the floor and my balls slap on her ass every few seconds.

Althea's body tremble and she goes limp on the hood of the BMW. I feel her cum trying to push my cock out of her and I bring my fingers where my cock is sucked in.

I push two fingers in her pussy while I keep thrusting at an alert phase, finding my own release.

"I feel so stretched," Althea moans and turns her head to kiss me. Her eyes are tired and we both smell like blood and sweat.

Feeling the pleasure at its climax, I remain balls deep in her as I give her all of me. I take my fingers out of her and I feel myself faint.

We both look at each other with wide eyes and breathe like we ran a marathon. Her fingers trace my face and a little smile takes over her face.

"Gracias, Keaton. For everything." And in this moment, I know that if this woman asks me to kill myself or to hand her my mafia, I'll do it. I will make everyone bleed for her, worship her.

Because she deserves everything in this world. And I'll make sure she gets it, even if it means losing myself in the process.

Quiet.

I'm wrapped around a house that is so quiet that I can hear my thoughts. Everyone is sleeping, feeling calmer for the first time in two days.

While I'm not.

My mind is relieved that Pablo and Teddy got the death I imagined. I always thought that they'll die by my hands, but something took over me. I couldn't be in the same room as them. The last time I saw them was when they took my body and destroyed every ounce of power I had. With Enrique is different. I was forced to see him every damn day because he is Hanibal's right hand.

It took me two years to not flinch around him, to not feel his dirty hands on me. Out of all three of them, Enrique was the roughest. His touch, his words, his slaps. He made sure he ruined all the four rooms of my heart and my body.

And I'll kill him.

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