Page 32 of Broken Souls
I should be willing to give up everything to protect my brothers. I promised them that when father – whenCadenwalked out on us.
And yet…I can’t do it.
I can’t give up on her.
Can’t give up onus.
She groans as she places both her hands over mine, her fingers flat against me so I can feel their every movement. Even now she is giving me what I need. Her submission. Her vulnerability. Her godsdamn trust despite almost dying at my hands.
I hate that. Hate her. Hate how it makes me hesitate in what I need to do.
Wrapping my fingers back around her throat, I inhale deep, expecting to smell fear but only smelling love. How the fuck can this not be real?
Growling, I jerk her down. My cock rams into her cervix. Bruising it. Hurting her. She jerks in my arms as she cries out, butwhether from pleasure or pain, I don’t know. And I don’t know which one I truly want her to feel.
Lifting her off me, I spin her around so I can see her face. Her knees on either side of me, she fucks me just as hard as I’m fucking her. Her hands thread through my hair as she leans back and brings my mouth down to her breasts. I suck them into my mouth, able to take one in entirely. It’s so godsdamn small.
She’sso small. I could snap her like a twig.
Instead, I move to her other nipple, suck on it until she screams. Then my lips are back on hers. My tongue is in her mouth. My cock is inside her. She might be planning on betraying me, she might be lying to me all the fucking time, but inthis, in this fucking moment right here, she ismine.
“Fuck, little monster,” I growl against her lips as my cock throbs inside her pussy.
She pulls back and opens her eyes, searchingthe dark depths of mine. Then understanding blossoms there.
“I love you,” she assures me, clearly thinking that I need this. That I’m running scared after we took a huge step in our relationship. After I opened myself up to be vulnerable.
But I’m not.
I’m not.
I would have given her everything.
Now I will take it all from her instead.
For daring to harm my brothers.
For lying about the blood bond.
My grip tightens around her throat.
Then loosens, allowing her to breathe.
I can’t.
I fucking can’t.
I’ll punish her in ways other than death. I’ll lock her in a luxury cell. Make it so her entire world revolves around me. Around when I come in to feed her, clean her, fuck her until she screams. So she never gets the chance to betray me. To hurt my brothers in her greed.
She whimpers as she rides me. Squeezes me. Marks me as hers with her pussy, then her teeth as she leans forward and bites my shoulder. I groan as I grab the back of her head and hold her to me, wanting her to break the skin.
Wanting her to prove she wants me. Wantsthis. That the ink on my cock, though half-fucked and needing redoing, is the truth.
Property of Micha Shadow
She is my wife.
Even though we’re not yet married.
