Page 21 of Wedlock
Falcon’s eyes follow mine and he shrugs, pushing the woman’s head back inside the room with his foot and shutting the door with a loud ‘snick’ before looking back up to me.
“Satisfied?”
“You truly are a fucking monster?”
“I believe we established that some time ago,” he snorts, quirking an eyebrow as my eyes fall, once more, to his pants.
“Something interest you?”
I blush.
“No.”
‘Yes. I want you, despite everything. I want you in a carnal, primal, fuck me forever kind of way. I hate myself for it, but there it is, and I hate that you’re sleeping with someone else.’
Slowly, arrogantly, he buckles his belt.
“Why did you kill her?” I wonder out loud as I shake my head, a horrible suspicion beginning to creep up on me thatImight be the reason. Eleanor had warned me that no one could know I was here, yet I’d explored the hall as soon as I realised she’d forgotten to lock the door. I’d tried every door on this level, and all had opened to reveal empty chambers furnished in a range of styles, presumably to suit the personalities of their former inhabitants. Given the diverse and often downright bizarre decor, it’s clear Falcon must have had a taste for women from all walks of life.
The rooms were all bereft of life now, though. All but one — until this evening.
Falcon gives me a hard look.
“She might have lived a while longer, enjoying my attention, in luxury, had you not disobeyed my orders to stay hidden.”
‘Oh, no. Suspicion confirmed.’
“No one saw me come down here,” I lie quickly. “Even the staff were given the day off.”
“She did,” he nods his head towards the closed door, “so stop the bullshit.”
I shake my head. The last thing I want him to know is that I deliberately wanted to be seen. I need him to think I was unaware so that he doesn’t suspect me of plotting anything.
“Falcon, I thought you moved me here to this wing so I would be separate from the rest of the castle. I didn’t know this was still your fuck and suck zone.”
“This is not a ‘suck zone,’ and you’ve always known I keep my women here.”
It’s not lost on me that he doesn’t deny this is a fuck zone, and the knowledge makes my blood boil.
“By women you mean your mistresses.”
“Women who serve me in some capacity,” he snaps. “And that is all you are required to do too,wife.”
“You’re such a fucking hypocrite,” I hiss. “I sleep with one man and I’m the devil — but you’ve literally been fucking other women non-stop since the day we met, and that’s OK.”
“One man?”
He stands still, dead still, his face unreadable, and I think he’s contemplating launching himself at me. When I see his handtwitch and fangs lower, I pull back a little more, putting the door between us more obviously, just my face at the crack.
But the moment passes, and rather than spanking me or killing me, he instead clenches his teeth and turns to go.
“Is this why you moved me here?” I call after him, still goading him, although I know I need to stop. “To witness your nightly debauchery? To listen to you screwing and killing women day in and day out? Did you put me here to punish me?”
He turns back and narrows his eyes at me.
“You’ll be punished in due time,” he snaps. “In the meantime, I didn’t want to have to endure you and your squalling little bastard adjacent to my bedchambers. This is the obvious location.”
“With your whores?” I spit.
