Page 25 of Madness Behind the Mask
“Antonio bit his arm off. We tried to heal him, butwe only have one healer, and sheis young.She couldn’t –”
“I want…to see…” I say as I try to rise, but he holds me down.
“He is gone, Sau. David already consumed him in his shadows.”
A low rasp escapes me as I still in his arms. “He’s alive?”
He nods, his eyes softening.
“Where…”
“He can see you after you rest.”
“But –”
“Don’t argue with me, Sau. You’ve been in a coma for a long time. Self-induced or not, you need to rest.” He smiles as I frown at him. “I understand the irony, but David will be here tomorrow. You can catch up with him then.”
My frown tightens, but I don’t say anything. As my husband, he knows best.
Kissing the top of my head, he strokes my back, then lays me down on the bed. “Before I go though,” he says, “I need to clean you.”
His jaw tics as he presses a hand to my thigh. Panic rises, slamming against my ribs as I stare up at him. As my husband, he has the right to touch me whenever he wants, but I want to scream at him to stop. Even though I know he won’t hurt me like Antonio, I don’t want him to touch me like he did.
But I bite my cheek as Caden pushes my thighs apart and hikes up my dressing gown, being the good wife I was taught to be. He holds a hand out towards the door as he keeps his eyes on me. “I’m just going to clean youof Bert’s filth, my sweet Sau,” he murmurs softly as a bottle of rum flies into hishand, pulled by his telekinesis. “But this might sting a little.”
Uncorking the bottle, he presses it into me, the glass cold as it enters. I bite my cheek harder but don’t look away from him, telling myself he’s my husband and knows best.
But then the alcohol hits me, and I yelp at the burning pain. I try to wiggle back, away from it, but his magic wraps around me, holding me still.
The liquid burns everywhere, and I cry out, begging him to stop.
“I need to get his touch off you, Sau. No one but me ever gets to touch you. You understand that, don’t you?”
I nod, tears glistening in my eyes – whether from the pain or the sentiment though, I don’t know. Idowant that man’s touch off me. I want Antonio’s off me too.
“And you don’t want his cum staying inside you. You don’t want to carry his children, do you?”
I shake my head.
“Because that’smy right only. Isn’t it, Sau?”
I nod again.
“Say it. Tell me you want his touch off you.”
“I want…” I swallow. Close my eyes briefly, then open them again. “I want to be clean. I don’t want him inside me.”
“And you want me?”
“Just you. Only ever you.”
My thighs shaking, I embrace the agony between them. He presses the bottle deeper into me, the cold glass a slight relief from the burning liquid. His magic pulls my thighs further apart, opening me to the bottle. His eyes leave mine as he looks down at what he’s doing. His lips part on a harsh breath.
The bottle pulls out, then pushes back in.
My eyes widen as my breath catches in my lungs.No,I want to scream.I don’t want you todothat. I want you to stop.
But the words are fuzzy even in my head. A familiar warmth is starting to fill my body, and I’m reminded of that one time Father let me drink from his cup, but this is happening faster, and I can’tlimit my intake. Can’t put down the cup so I can think.
