Page 61 of His Cursed Heart

"I might start talking, husband." I warn him.

With a growl, he moves out of his chair and comes straight to me.

He throws me over his shoulder and a gasp leaves my mouth. Not this again.

"Let me go." I say trying to free myself from his wrath. I feel his hand near my ass and my breathing stops.

I hit his back with my fists and suddenly he moves me until my legs are wrapped around his torso and I can feel his hard stomach between my legs.

"Squirm again and I'll make your ass red." His low voice makes me stop.

I try to not think of the pulse that's happening between my legs. It's a weird feeling, like I need to touch that spot. I close my eyes and I try to calm my breathing.

I hear the slam of a door and then I feel how Keaton throws me on the bed.

I open my eyes and see that he brought us to our

room. A room in which I don't sleep.

"There, I put you down." I look up at Keaton and I see a prominent vein on his neck.

"Thanks, I'm moved to tears." I say and I straighten myself.

His eyes are hard and his palms are turned into white fists.

I move closer to him and I finally whisper.

"Not only you let her die, but you also let him take her body." His eyes are wide and then I feel his hand grab my neck.

"I dare you to say something else." He says deadly.

I smirk and welcome the challenge.

"You failed twice." His hand squeezes my neck harder. Little stars appear in front of me, but I don't give him the satisfaction of seeing me weak.

"That's all you can do, ha? You blame me for something not even you could've prevent. You run your mouth like you are her savior." Keaton gets closer to my face until we're inches apart. "You abandoned her. You don't have a right to even speak about her."

"You think you know everything." I try to say even though my air supplies are limited. "You think you know me." I say again. "You are the first to judge me, the first to remind me what I deserve." With a big gasp I let the words out. "But you don't know that I was born to be everyone's doll."

Keaton's eyes are staring at me and then his hand leaves my neck.

I take a big breath and I massage my neck like it's helping.

It doesn't hurt, but it should.

"You didn't even come to her funeral. Why would I have told you that someone stole her body?" I don't have

energy left in me to continue this useless conversation.

"It doesn't matter." I say and I move towards the door.

"If you claim you love her so much, why weren't you at her funeral, Althea?"

"I said, it doesn't fucking matter." I growl at him.

"I'm asking you one more time. Why weren't you-"

"Because I found out that she died on the day of her funeral!" I snap at him. Dio Mio, he can very obstinate. "Hanibal told me she died after he came from her funeral." I can feel my chest tighten.

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