Page 47 of Stone

The stabbing pain down the side of my face takes hold, and I squeeze my eyes closed, attempting to overcome the pressure that builds inside my head when this happens.

I focus on the here and now, and when I cast my eyes up toward the security, a sinister smile takes over my face.

Easy. Fucking. Peasy. I lick my lips as vengeance slithers beneath my skin. I can practically taste the glory.

My SUV rolls to a stop at the security gate. “Sir, Mr. Flanagan is not expecting any guests tonight.” The dumb shit flicks through his clipboard, and I almost feel sorry for him, almost.

“Can you radio through? Tell him Stone is here.”

“Stone?” His eyebrows furrow, and my gaze bores into his as he shifts from foot to foot. “I’ll just call through.” He points toward his gatehouse, and I nod.

The moment he turns his back, I withdraw my silencer and deliver a shot to the back of his head. The splatter of blood is like fuel in my poisoned veins, and a surge of glee rushes through me.

Then I climb out of the SUV, drag the dumb fucker into the gatehouse, and press the button to open the gates.

The excitement of my actions almost makes me forget to swipe his ID card that announces me as security. I proudly clip it onto my jacket, then climb back into my SUV and creep up the driveway.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel. As I take in the mansion’s beauty, it’s everything I imagined Sienna embracing, and everything I’m not. Grandeur, elaborate, and wealthy, and with that thought in my mind, my stomach swirls with dread. I’m not good enough for her, but I’m determined to have her anyway.

I park the SUV at the side of the house and scan the property for the side door I know leads to the kitchen. Then I bend down and check my knife is in my leg holster, ready to wreak havoc on the pompous prick who dared to take what doesn’t belong to him.

After removing the rucksack with my tools from the trunk, I swipe the card to access the house, then step inside. The fact I can smell her cooking doesn’t bring me the same warmth it usually does, and a surge of jealousy engulfs my entire body.

She cooks for him.

My feet move quickly with the realization of just how much she has moved on. To live so freely and with happiness in her life while I’ve remained a prisoner of my nightmares, dwelled on a life that didn’t exist, and worse, pined for a woman who was never mine to begin with.

As I step into the foyer, my head snaps toward a male voice coming from an open door down the hallway, and I freeze. Nobody responds, leading me to believe the prick is on a call, giving me the perfect opportunity to head upstairs. I’ll deal with him later. First, I need to get Sienna ready for our trip.

A combination of arousal and eagerness buzzes through me as I take each step until I reach the landing, and my eyes latch on to the double doors at the end of the hall.

The master suite.

Without dwelling on the prospect, I head straight for them, not even gentle when I shove open the door and take in the room covered in crystal and white furnishings. It’s clean and fresh while I stand there in black clothes and heavy boots. Tattoos and scars cover my skin—a darkness in the light. But I’m beyond caring when my eyes latch onto Sienna lying in the center of their bed like an angel awaiting her avenger.

Her head pops up off the cotton white pillow, and she gasps, sending a rush of arousal through me. When her mouth falls open, I long to control it again, to force her on my cock until she chokes. To wrap my hand firmly around her slender throat and feel the assault I deliver until she’s desperate for air and her throat is raw from my taking.

I drop the bag with a heavy thud, and her startled eyes dart to it. Then she sits up, watching me while I fumble for the tape, unable to take my attention away from her.

“Stone. You shouldn’t be here.” She glances over my shoulder toward the door, then a wave of fury hits me in the chest, and a growl leaves me as I fly toward her.

The thought of her focus being on another man has me feral, so I grip her neck in the palm of my thick hand, causing her eyes to bulge, and I savor it.

“Do you remember what you said to me, Sienna? That you’re mine.” The touch of her skin against mine has my pants tenting with desire.

She’s able to nod slightly, and a tear slips from the corner of her eye. I tilt her head from side to side, trying to see if she wiped my cum from her pretty little face or not. “Are you still mine?”My voice is filled with lust and malice, a heady concoction destined for explosion.

“Yes,” she murmurs, and my chest swells with pride.

“Good girl.” I gift her with a sincere smile, then grab the tape. Before she has time to register or protest what is happening, I slap a portion of tape across her mouth and throw her onto her stomach, then pull her arms behind her back and bind them, careful not to make them too tight. I don’t want my girl to hate me.

Her muffled sounds and her lame attempts to thrash beneath me have me chuckling, and when I stare down at her sexy nightdress that has ridden up over her bare ass, I see red. I’m kneeling between her parted legs and have the glorious view of her bare body reflecting at me, goading me into serenity.

The fact she was ready and waiting for his cock in their marital bed causes my vision to become hazy when my temper skyrockets and the pain in my temple pulsates.

“You had my cum tonight. Is that not enough for you, Sienna?” I spit out. “Have you turned into a slut for cock?” I taunt as I grip her ass cheek roughly in my palm, digging my fingertips into the soft, plump flesh. “I bet you beg him to fuck this little asshole. Don’t you, Princess?” Her body freezes beneath me, and she shakes her head.

A sudden need to dispel my wayward thought slams into me, to make her remember everything she promised me and for her to feel the same consuming thoughts I’ve felt for as long as I can remember.

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