Page 42 of And Twice as Twisted
“You infuriating little bitch!” I ripped open my door, taking the zip ties out from under the seat, and unlocked the trunk.
I clutched the lid between my hands, attempting to rein in my rage, more than acutely aware of what I needed to do next. I opened it slowly, expecting an attack, not the tears, her delicate body heaving with the motion. I sighed, staring at the sky to appease the chagrin ripping through my system. But as suddenly as the waterworks had appeared, they were gone as she lifted a leg and her knee connected with my face.
My nasal bone and orbital plate took the impact, forcing spasms of pain to erupt behind the eye. I sniffed back the blood trickling down my face while pinning Sienna in place with the one hand, as she fought like a wild cat. “Piccola puttana!”I gripped her neck, squeezing tight and ripping her from the trunk. “Dannazione.”
“Fuck you!” She shrieked so loudly anyone within a two-mile radius would’ve heard her. “Non taccarmi, maiale!”
I pushed her stomach against the side of the car, before twisting her arms behind her back, and zip-tied her wrists together, then did the same to her ankles. She slumped into my hip, the awkward position forcing her to rest against me. Her soft, yet firm body remained glued to me as I held her upright.
Once she was safely redeposited into the trunk, I took a step back and observed her from a distance. Her eyes glowed with need as she watched me remove my shirt. I ripped a small piece off the bottom, securing it into her mouth with a strip of tape, using the rest of the shirt to wipe away the blood from my nose and chin before slamming the lid shut.
I drove for about an hour before the nagging concern of asphyxiation forced me to pull into a gas station. The clerk was a young woman, countrified and intimidated, her eyes large as she watched me wander the store. I approached the counter and realized as I stared at myself in the security monitor that I never replaced my shirt. Her eyes roamed my naked, tattooed chest that had a smattering of blood across it. I tossed her a hundred-dollar bill and her hands shook as she tried counting out the change.
I stepped outside and popped my scalene muscles—the small grouping in the neck eased movement, and proper stretching relaxed the spine, allowing your body to prepare itself for an attack.
And then… I opened the trunk.
Thankfully, Sienna was calm as I helped her out and sat her on the bumper. I ripped the tape from her mouth to be met with a combination of English and Italian expletives. The harsh language was meant to be a defense mechanism, considered taboo, made others uncomfortable. So when Sienna was being controlled, it was her tactic to dictate others’ emotions.
“Shut. Up.”
She stalled. I was losing control and could feel the red haze of indignation settling over my consciousness. If she weren’t careful,that sidethat I’d kept from her would devour her whole. She thought she’d seen me at my worst, cleaning up the remnants of my stifling despair that had ended lives. But it had never been directedat her.
This time, I placed the tape on her mouth and laid her on the back seat, forgoing the trunk. But instead of being indebted to my kindness, she offered me incessant whining as the car traversed the broken gravel that led to a small cabin in the woods. It was the sort of solitude that ensured the little princess didn’t do anything stupid. I pulled her free and tossed her over my shoulder, carrying her inside before slamming the door closed behind us. I cut her hands loose and she slammed into the wall, scrambling to get away from me while clawing at the tape on her mouth.
And then she was on me.
“How could you?” Her small fists began hammering against the meat of my chest.
“You wanted a monster, you got him, Sienna.” I forced her against the closest solid surface and shot my fist through the sheetrock. “You just had to push me!” I punched the wall again, feeling the frame shake under my force. Our fronts were perfectly aligned as her breasts melded against me. I could feel the charge racing to the surface, theneedonly she brought out in me. My dick was stirring to life and I needed to punish her. I salivated at the prospect of slamming into her, throttling her entire system as I staked ownership. “Who did you choose, Sienna? Gio or Romano?” My tone elicited goose bumps across her exposed skin. “Or did you want to fuck them first, then decide?”
Her head hit the wall, her breath ragged and her pain palpable. She put her hands on my chest and pushed. The beast rattled the door of his cage. He was unable to step away, enjoying her discomfort. I had every intention of wrapping my hands around her delicate throat, and when she begged me to stop, I’d silence her with my dick. The fog ever-present in the recesses of my brain surged forward, urging me to end her. It kept whispering in my ear.
“She’s the reason for the rage, your problems.”If she were gone, removed from my life, I could think clearly again.
Your body produced physical and psychological responses, the dependence became addictive, and you yearned to fuck your partner. Love was simply neurochemicals that flooded your brain to the specific parts that are associated with pleasure—a rewarding euphoria.
Sienna was lost in the oxytocin that was running full speed ahead. She was a glutton for punishment and I was just the sick motherfucker to give it to her. I’d destroy every chemical associated with her pleasure and incite pain—I’d fucking break her.
My hand gripped her neck, pulling her face forward until it was a breath from mine. “You seem to forget, Sienna… You licked your virgin blood clean from my dick.Youdecided to hand yourself to me on a platter of broken dreams you knew would never come to fruition. You have no one to blame but yourself.”
She bucked and swayed, trying to push me away. Her distance from me would give her the strength to go back to her practiced indifference, a misplaced belief that her emotional fluctuations were dependent on my behavior. Her hand lifted but I caught it a second away from my face and slammed it above her head. Clicking my tongue at her, I pressed my lips to hers, her growled protests turning to moans as she opened for me. The moment was brief before her fire reignited and her teeth clamped down on my bottom lip, metal and poison filling our kiss. It stung but my blood cells immediately charged to the area and began their process of sealing the wound. Much like how Sienna had just sealed her fate.
“Please… let me go,” she whispered but didn’t push back against me.
“Know this, Sienna. No other man will touch you. I will fucking maim him. Right. In front of. You.” I bit her throat, grinding my erection into her and earning a delicious moan. “And then I’ll fuck you in their blood, let your pores devour their lifeforce as it depletes from their souls. So you’ll forever remember that it was you who sent them to hell.”
“Fuck me.” The command was barely above a whisper but her cry for more was sensuous. “Do it. Fuck me, Apollo.”
I turned and dropped us to the bed, enjoying how her tight body bounced against the mattress. Her dark hair was sprawled around her like a broken angel, haunting and so fucking beautiful. She was a dark and murderous woman with a celestial soul that threatened to ruin her from the inside out. She wouldn’t survive her demons, and if by some miracle she did, then mine would destroy us both.
I ripped her shirt down the center, my stomach tightening at the thought of someone else touching her. I pulled my knife from my pocket, shredding her pants and aggressively ripping them from her body. I removed my shirt and unclipped my belt, my need to fuck her clouding my vision. Then I pinned both of her arms above her head and positioned my torso to secure hers to the mattress. My knife lifted as if on its own accord before lowering its edge to the brachiocephalic muscle in her neck. The slightest of movement and she’d bleed out on the white sheets.
“Did they fuck you?” The blade trailed down her subclavian vein and across her breasts, stopping above the pulmonary artery in the left ventricle. “Tell me, Sienna. Does your heart bleed for them?”
“No. No one has touched me. Only you.” Her entire body stiffened, anticipating what was to come.
“Then keep it that way.” My mouth crashed to hers and I let my darkness loose.
