Page 41 of My Wife

Husband…

If he notices that I saw his ring, he doesn’t react to it. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet. And because you sucked my dick like a good girl, you get a present. I’m going to give you a pretty necklace to go along with it.”

He punctuates his statement by grabbing his cock, twisting it, stroking it, tugging it until, before I know it, he’s coming. Jets of semen shoot out of him, and he makes sure to get it all over my neck and chest.

When he’s done, he crouches down, using the flat of his hand to rub in my brand new pearl necklace.

“You belong to me,” he tells me in a tone that says he won’t be dissuaded from this. “You always have. You always will.”

That’s what he thinks.

Coming down from his orgasm, Clay forgot for a moment who he was dealing with. Sure, I’ll crawl to get what I want… but I’m no demure heroine.

I can fake it, though. Simpering, pulling an expression that tells me I’m dying for his forgiveness—and maybe his cock again—I whimper. “I was lonely. You were dead.”

He stokes the edge of my jaw. “Does that give you permission to cheat? To fuck another man?”

“I didn’t cheat. You left me, Clay. You were gone!”

“I know, baby. But I’m back. Fuck. My insecurities are my own problems. I’ll get over them. I’ll make ‘em up to you.”

He can try. “You can’t blame me for trying to move on,” I tell him.

He leans closer to me, giving me the perfect angle I need. “You weren’t supposed to. You’re notallowed.”

And that does it.

Shooting my hand out, I grab Clay’s knife by the hilt. I rear back, slashing wildly, kicking out at him when I make contact with his side. He grunts painfully, and I’m sure I got him, but I swipe again just in case to knock him back.

“You don’t always get to tell me what to do,” I tell him as he lands on his ass., clutching his side.

I drop the knife, grab my sweater, andrun.

He laughs. Though I’m sure he’ll be coming right after me, it’s his voice that chases me through the woods first.

“There’s the Cyn I went through hell to get back to,” he calls out. “Keep running. Just know you’re only making me want you more, baby.”

I always thoughtgunshots rang out like fireworks: short bursts of loud noise that left an echo in its wake.

In a way, they are. But movies don’t really sell howloudthey are. When the two gunshots went off in quick succession, they noise scared me so badly, that I missed a step, fell on my knees, and had to push back up again to keep running.

I expected Clay to run me down. Sure, he was joking, laughing,teasingafter I slashed at him—further proof that he’s lost his mind—but after everything he said… he’s coming for me.My only hope is to outlast him. Make it until morning. Get on the ferry and survive.

I’ll be the final girl. Halo Island won’t be the death of me.

That’s what I’m thinking a split second before the shots exploded.

Bang.

Bang.

I’m thinking about how Iamthe final girl since Vee, Summer, and Madison are all murdered when the shots ring out, I go down, and all I can think now is that, in the horror movie, don’t stumble. Don’t fall. Don’t look back.

Don’t run off in search of the direction of gunshots.

But I have to. Tommy’s out here in the woods somewhere. At least, I have to believe that because if Clay got to him before I could warn him… No. He’s out here. He’s safe.

Or he was.

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