Page 26 of Madness Behind the Mask
I don’t feel the burn of the liquid anymore, just the thrusting of the bottle. Maybe it’s all poured out. Or maybehe’s holding it back with his magic. My head is too fuzzy to figure it out.
Reaching up, Caden pulls down the top of my dressing gown, bearing my breasts. I glance at them sluggishly, seeing them as they are for the first time.They’re so big…so different…His mouth covers one quickly, sucking my nipple in, and my body arches of its own accord.
No…not of mine. Ofhis, manipulated and controlled by his telekinesis.
He moves my hands into his wavy red hair, curling my fingers as I hold him to me. My thighs spread further apart. The bottle is removed from between us completely, flying across the room to settle on a low dresser with a mirror over it. The door to thebedroom closes, giving us privacy as my husband settles between my hips.
My legs wrap around him. One of my hands releases his hair and reaches down to dig his cock out of his pants.
I shake inside the prison of my puppeteered body even as Itiltmy headbackto meet hisdemandinglips.
“You’re mine, Sau,” he says as he kisses me. “You’re only ever mine.” His tongue strokes inside me, and I’m forced to kiss him back. Then he pulls away and looks into my eyes. “Say it,” he demands.
I swallow as my hand strokes his cock without my permission. But I’m his wife, so this is okay…
My mouth moves silently for a moment before I can push the words past my weak vocal chords. “I’m your wife,” I rasp. “I’m yours.”
I pull his cock to me and arch as he enters on a groan. My hands grab his ass, guiding him into me. His muscles flex beneath my palms. With every thrust, I meet him, my body no longer my own.
But he is my husband, and this is his right…
He’s all I have left. I don’t want to upset him with my no’s, especially since he’s being so kind by ignoring the factthat I’ve been dirtied by all thosewerewolves and that man I woke up to. I left Caden alone for thirty years… I can’t deny him anymore. This is my duty as a Shadow woman, especially if I’m the only one of my bloodline left. There’s no one else to continue our name, and I want to do my part in making soldiers to kill the Death Hunt.
“I’m your wife,” I say as strong as I can, and he groans, then stills against me.
I’m his wife…
Someone alive still loves me, and it would be wrong of me not to love him back however he needs me to.
He kisses my neck, then lifts off me. “Get some sleep,” he says as he scoots off the bed. “No one but me will ever touch you again.”
The mirror glistens, its surface turning into a scry. I try to take comfort in how my husband can watch over me even when he’s not here, but there’s a knot in my belly that doesn’t disappear even when the alcohol-induced sleep takes me.
Because I’m back in the nightmares I still can’t escape.
Antonio, no!
Stop.
Stoooop!
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As soon as I leave her room, I pivot and trace a hidden ward on her door, imbuing it with my magic. Anyone who opens it will instantly disintegrate into dust, their body ripped apart at the atomic level –something I want to do to Bert – the bastard whohurt Sau.
He did it in my house.
Without me fucking knowing.
Turning on my heels, I headlefttowardsthe basement,where Leon has most likely taken him. We have various places of business to do our dirty deeds –butchers, docks, warehouses– butLeon will want this dealt with quickly. At eighteen years old, he’s just seen hismother’s eyes for the first time, and he won’t want to be that far away from her.
I take the stairs down, then open the door to the rich smell ofcopperand the sound of breaking bones beneath heavy fists.
Leonslams his knuckles into Bert’sjaw, snapping his head to the side in a spray of teeth and blood. The man hangs limply from the meat hooks in the ceiling, the metal barbs stretching the skin on his back into little tents. They aren’t new additions to the place,neitheris thelargegrate beneathhimthat will allow for an easy clean-up.
