Page 343 of Bad for Me

5 years later

Rosie sipsa mimosa and is lying back against the cushions on the lounge sofa under the veranda of our villa.

Jacob is out on the water teaching little kids how to swim, and Magnolia is down the road at the local shelter, probably teaching kids sign language. Her children have been amazing over the last five years once they were able to get over me being a felon.

Rosie, my sweet poppet, is a blossoming flower every day. She gets up, makes us breakfast, goes for a run—with me tailing her, of course—and works with a local woman, making dresses. I’ve never seen anyone so happy to be so busy. But my girl is. I don’t deny her anything except orgasms when she’s being a bit mouthy.

I am a fixer of sorts. People have discovered I can fix anything if they pay me. Rosie told me I didn’t have to work, but there’s no way I was going to let her do all the work and live off her.

I’m not my brother.

Today, I fixed a television, radio, the plumbing for one old man, and two cars. Business is booming, and I’m happy. I’m fucking free. Of course, I’m happy. That’s the mantra I tell myself every damn day.

Unfortunately, it’s not true. The hunger inside of me insists I do bad things. It swirls deep within my belly until I’m strung out with the need to hunt down my wife and ravage her. Rosie doesn’t know I have these urges; at least, I hope she doesn’t. She’s too happy.

When we have brutally hard and wicked sex, it’s so I can hurt her. To fulfill my need to be the hunter, and I’m not sure she would be alright with that. She still has an occasional nightmare about Fred, and those are the nights I hold her, keeping her safe from her imaginary demons.

I’m distracted and look back to Rosie to see she’s gone. Where did she go? My heart hammers in my chest as I move the binoculars around until I find her. She’s walking along the road toward the water, and I know my time to strike is now.

Slowly getting out of the tree I am in, I climb down and keep a good distance from her. Stalking along the road right above her, I come out from the woods and grab her.

“Poppet, where do you think you are going?” I whisper in her ear as I hold her mouth with one hand and her body with my other arm. “You were supposed to stay at the villa.”

She doesn’t stop fighting me. It’s the game we play. I stalk her. She puts up a fight. But this time, she doesn’t know I’m going insane with the need to see bruises and tears.

“You better be still, little poppet, or I’ll have to hurt you.”

Rosie doesn’t stop. My girl, although she will never admit it, loves for me to be somewhat rough. Too bad for her today; I’m not in the mood to be a little anything.

Dragging her into the woods, I make sure we are far enough inland. This way, no one can see us. They may hear us, but it will take them time to find us.

“I’m going to hurt you this time. You should know not to leave the villa without telling me.” She misbehaves so that I will spank her. Too bad I’m past a spanking right now.

As I push her up against the tree, I expect her to fall in line. Fuck, she never does what I think she will. She pushes back against me and bites my hand. “I’m not going to make it easy for you.”

Rosie stomps on my foot and tries to run away. I grab hold of her and wrap my hand around her neck, forcing her against the tree.

“Oh, poppet. You have no idea what you’re playing with.”

“I know exactly what I’m playing with, Master.” She looks up at me through hooded eyes, and I see the challenge. The dare to fuck her without any restraint.

My inner beast roars to life and I grin. “Oh, you little whore, you shouldn’t tease me like this.”

“Are you the man I fell in love with or the pussy who helps everyone on this island?”

She isn’t backing down, and I don’t want her to anyway. Ripping her sundress off her body, I slap her breasts. They bounce with the force, and the moan that comes from my Rosie is delicious.

“You fucking know I’m a beast. Why do you tease me?” I growl at her, and she giggles. Fucking giggles.

“Because I’ve been waiting for my monster to show up. It seems he finally has.”

“Unzip my pants.” Her hands shake, but she does it. I squeeze her neck tighter and she whimpers. “See how fucking hard you get me, poppet?”

I rub her soaked pussy and shake my head. “No panties. No goddamn panties, and you were walking along the island like this.” I lift her by her neck, and she moans as I push three fingers into her wet cunt.

Hooking my fingers in her body, I make room for my cock. “Yes. Please.” She loves it when I stretch her, but it’s been too long. Her body is tight as hell, and I know it’s going to hurt.

“Make it hurt, love.”

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