Page 129 of Deadly Obsession
My fingertips pass over several scars—too many scars. I’ve seen them before, but I never asked about them, and he hasn’t told me about them either. Most of them are hidden underneath tattoos.
“Elias,” I whisper, my voice laced with tears.
He pulls back and cradles my head in his hands. “Some are from getting shot or stabbed. Some are from my father.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. They made me stronger. They made me the man I am today.”
He kisses me, then slowly removes his cock and turns me, legs spread wide for Chase to watch as cum slowly seeps from me.
Elias uses his finger to shove it back inside.
“That’s how you fuck someone,” Elias says to Chase while pulling up his pants. He zips and buttons them, then walks back to the chair Chase sits in limply. Only his head is still being held up, his eyes taped open. “This amazing and beautiful woman deserves to be worshipped. To get all the orgasms. That was only two. I’ve given her plenty more.”
“Glad you enjoy my leftovers,” Chase says. His voice is weak, but full of arrogance.
Elias’s arm cocks back and before I can stop him, he punches Chase square in the jaw.
“Elias, wait,” I say as he tears off the helmet and rips the tape off my ex’s eyelids. “I want to do it.”
I’m slipping my clothes back on as he storms over to the torture tool table, next to the one he fucked me on, and grabs a knife. He shakes his head. “No, Sage, I can’t let you do that.”
“Let me?”
“You know what I mean. Killing someone...”
“I almost killed that man who was going to shoot you.”
“But you didn’t. One of my men put a bullet in his head. Taking a human life changes you. And this is different. That man was a stranger. You didn’t have a history with him.”
“Elias... I’m fine. I promise. Iwantto do this. Please. I need to.”
I reach for the knife he’s clutching in a deathly grip.
Instead of handing it over right away, he searches my eyes waiting to find my fear, any hesitation from me.
I’ve never been more certain of something in my life.
“Okay,” he says, softly.
“Bitch,” Chase gurgles, spitting out blood and a couple teeth from the impact of Elias’s punch.
“Seriously?” I say and slowly sink the knife into his thigh. Chase clenches his jaw and groans. “Haven’t you learned that talking gets you in more trouble? More pain?”
I take the blade out of his leg and blood pools to the surface.
Elias is off to the side watching me, but I keep my focus on Chase.
I never imagined I’d get to carry out all the fantasies I’ve had about ending this man’s life.
“I did everything for you,” I say, my voice quiet. I hold the knife to his chest. My hands shake ever so slightly. “I wasgoodto you.”
The muscles in Chase’s jaw ripple. He’s desperate to say something, but he’s smart this time and stays quiet.
“You made me believe I was worthless. You mentally and verbally abused me. I left and yet, you couldn’t let me be at peace. You came back into my life and used myparentsas leverage to force me to help you.”
I vaguely register Elias’s steps before he’s at my back. He snakes his arms around me and covers my hands with his on the knife. I hadn’t realized how badly they were shaking. Or that I was crying.
