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And that will hurt more than anything.
I’ve spent my life pushing people away, clinging to my independence because I’m the only person I can count on.
And now? All I want is to grip my husband and beg him not to go.
Being with him is the first time I’ve felt safe in my life.
Giving him my heart was never a decision.
But it is his to crush.
Chapter 63
FINN
Song- Control, Halsey
Iblow out a breath as I attach the nipple clamps to her rosy buds. Part of me wishes we were just playing this for fun.
That I could have my wicked way with her in these rooms and see how many times I could make her scream for me.
She cries out a little once they’re attached. I drag my chair over, watching the monitor get faster as I sit beside her and pull out my phone. I hesitate over the video before pressing play.
Our wedding day.
A moment she doesn’t remember.
A day that I will never forget.
I look down at my tattooed wedding ring, and it hurts. A pain I’ve never felt before. It’s so fucking alien it makes my skin crawl. Yet, it’s not something I want to stop.
She takes in a shaky breath.
“I didn’t know you had this,” she whispers.
“I have secrets of my own, temptress. Just like you do.”
Her eyes fill with tears as if she’s finally figured this out. I let it play out, our drunken laughs as we say our vows.
And then the kiss. The way she looks at me. The way I’m looking at her, like she’s the most important person in my life.
Fuck. I think she was.
Our first kiss will forever be etched into my memory. I instinctively brush my finger over my lips. Watching how she touches me, and I don’t back away, I don’t freeze up. It’s like her touch was meant to be on me.
“Til’ death do us part—those were the vows we said to each other, correct?” I say coldly.
She nods, tears streaming down her cheeks now. I take in a deep breath. This is it. The real Finn she gets to see.
I lean in closer.
“So that means you either tell me the damn truth or this room becomes a morgue for both of our bodies.”
She flinches away from me, tugging at the chains on her wrists.
“Finn. What do you mean? What’s going on?”
I chuckle in response. She will soon realize her mistakes.
