Page 65 of Trapping His Darling

I should’ve killedthis bitch when she locked me in the freezer. I should have shot her in the head, and been done with it.

My eye twitched as I watched her admire my wall art; art that was inspired by her, by my literal despair at being unable to find her.

“This is amazing, Viktor,” she said in awe. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything this beautiful.”

To calm my temper, I began counting backward. It didn’t help. If anything, it made me feel like a bomb about to go off.

“Why didn’t you take a phone with you?” I asked. “Or call me to check in?” My tone, devoid of emotion, might have rattled another human. But not mymilyy.

“Oh!” Tiffany then rushed back over and placed a hand on my bloody cheek. “Because if I got caught, I didn’t want it, or me, to be tied back to you.” Her eyes welled. “I missed you so much, Viktor.”

… 3… 2… 1

… explosion.

All I saw was red.

I had to give my wife credit, other than a squeak when I initially grabbed her by the hair, she made not a sound. It’s as if she knew, remembering the many lessons over our brief relationship, how I would feel if she opened her damn mouth at this moment.

Strange how the very world seemed quiet, as I marched her ass to the lake. I’m sure she wondered if I planned on drowning her.

I might.

I fucking might.

She gave no indication that she noticed the smell, the circling vultures, or the trails of blood leading to various outbuildings. She didn’t even comment on myVlad the Impalermemorial garden. Most of the bodies planted there had been stripped of their meat by scavengers, leaving a grisly reminder of the days I endured without her.

When we reached the shore, I literally tore her clothes off then threw her naked ass into the frigid water. While she attempted to find her footing in the sharply sloping littoral, I divested myself of my clothes and waded in.

Apparently, Tiffany didn’t know how to properly swim. The narrow near shore led to a steep drop, and without purchase from the lake’s slick bottom, my wife slipped further and further toward her doom. A lesser person would have called for help, the moment they couldn’t find a foothold, but I knew this frustrating woman would die before asking.

When she finally dipped beneath the surface, I swam to her side and pulled her head above the water. She spluttered and gasped for air, flapping her arms like a bird.

“Cease,” I commanded.

The way she fell still immediately redeemed her a fraction in my eyes.So she does know how to follow directions, after all.

I wrapped an arm around Tiffany’s torso and drew her close, so her back reclined on my chest and her head rested on my shoulder. I swam backwards.

Knowing the shallows like the back of my hand, I moved us over about ten yards to where a large, flat rock lay hidden just beneath the lake’s surface. As children, Alexie and I would use it like a submerged dock, and dive and fish from it.

I let go and floated her atop the rock, then swam on top of her, my weight forcing her to sink onto the stone’s surface. Before she had time to realize that the water was as shallow as a kiddie pool, I was already kneeling between her legs.

I damn-near folded her in half, when I bent her knees back and tilted her hips. Water was a poor lubricant for her tight pussy, but I slammed into her anyway, forcing her channel to accept my length and girth.

I rage fucked her, my thrusts so hard and violent, that I was sure she felt like she was being waterboarded with all the splashing. Her large breasts bounced in my face, as she coughed and choked, and cried out in pain. Maybe pleasure as well.

“Did any man touch what’s mine?” I growled

“No, sir,” she wheezed. “I would never allow that.”

Her reassuring words had me coming in her pussy. But I wasn’t done, not even near it.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Tiffany

A week has goneby since Viktor almost drowned me, and I was still naked and shackled by the ankle, in this cold-ass basement. And after we had a lovely near-death fucking, too.

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