Eleven
Eleven
HIM
She’s a fucking liar.
She doesn’t love me.
Doesn’t want me.
She’s just trying to manipulate me.
She never even started the blood bond. I’ve tried these past two days to connect with her, to find it, to use it as a reason to ignore all the evidence painting her as guilty. Every fucking hour I tried searching for it, as if the past forty-odd other attempts were somehow done wrong even though that’s impossible. A blood bond involves soul magic; a person just has to want it hard enough to make it real. No curse can stop that.
So this is what the bitch deserves for fucking betraying me. For tricking me into loving her until I showed her the ledger. Until I let my guard down. She pierced my heart with her fucking barbed arrows, and I need to pull them out despite the pain.
So I squeeze her neck harder. Keep her air supply cut off even as she passes out. I just need to do this for a couple minutes longer, and all this pain inside me will be gone.
“I fucking loved you,” I growl.
My fingers clench a little bit more as my lips move across hers. She doesn’t kiss me back. Doesn’t move at all.
She’s dying.
I’m killing her.
And my heart can’t fucking take it.
With a guttural cry of pain, I release her neck. She sucks in a breath immediately.
I’m sorry, Micha. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I hold her up as she sags against me, locking my arms tight around her. Her eyes flutter open to find mine, and there is trust there, like she knew I would stop even when I didn’t.
My throat thick with words I don’t know how to say, I grab her thighs and hold her above me. Then I start fucking her hard and fast and feral. But now it’s desperation driving me rather than rage.
Fuck.
I should be willing to give up everything to protect my brothers. I promised them that when father – when Caden walked out on us.
And yet…I can’t do it.
I can’t give up on her.
Can’t give up on us.
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, but whether 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’s so 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 in this, in this fucking moment right here, she is mine.
“Fuck, little monster,” I growl against her lips as my cock throbs inside her pussy.
She pulls back and opens her eyes, searching the 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. Wants this. 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.
She is mine.
Her teeth dig into me.
Mark me as her husband.
My fingers kneed her ass, rocking her faster.
Increasing the friction of her pussy on me until my balls become tight.
Groaning, I watch her tits jiggle as she slams down on my cock.
Over and over until I come inside her on a roar.
She jerks her hips a few more times, then slams down all the way as she screams into the crook of my shoulder. Her pussy clenches around me, shaking and shuddering as she gives herself to me completely.
Yanking her head up, I sink my teeth into her neck. She groans, threading her fingers in my hair. I kiss and suck and nip. Lifting my lips, I look her in the eye. Her gaze’s slightly unfocused from the intensity of her orgasm. But even still, there is love inside those depths.
A fucking lie.
“You came,” I growl, wanting to punish her for making me believe she cares.
“Yeah, I did.” She grins as she raises a hand to her neck. “That was fucking intense.” Her eyes widening, she shakes her head. “Uh, I mean – I’m sorry,” she says as she lowers her gaze, acting apologetic but looking way too pleased with herself. “I’m such a bad girl. Maybe you should spank me.”
The blatant manipulation makes me want to deny her, and for a moment, I almost do, but I want her at my mercy more. Want her to become reliant on me so she can never run. So she can never leave.
Pushing her off me, I order, “Stand on the side of the bed and bend over.”
She moves quickly, and I stride over to the dresser full of toys I purchased over the past couple months. I seemingly bought at least one of everything, wanting to try them all to discover what we like, to share those firsts with her. Now it all almost feels like a mockery.
I open the top drawer and rifle through the items to find what I’m looking for. Paddles and whips call to me, but I ignore them. I don’t trust myself not to really hurt her in this moment. I don’t know if I’d stop once I started. If the session would end with her dead and bleeding out on my bed.
The hairs on my neck rise the longer I have my back to her, so I work quickly, shoving aside dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, and everything else the shop sold until the toy I want is in my hand.
I turn to find her facing away from me, her ass in the air, her forearms flat on the bed. My cum dribbles out of her wet pussy and down her left thigh. My cock twitches with the need to slide back inside her. Just to rest. To connect with her while she sleeps. While she’s vulnerable.
Instead, I stop a foot from her. I stand there, letting her feel my presence. She starts to squirm, her thighs bunching as she curls her toes in anticipation. Her breaths come out a bit harsher. But there’s no fear seeping from her pores. No terror that I’m at her back, a monster in the dark, an enemy who’s found out she is an imposter. Why isn’t she afraid?
Finally, she breaks, turning her head. I slap her ass before she can look over her shoulder. She jumps on a small gasp. I spank her again, my hand a bit heavier. The sting bites my palm as the whack resonates in my chest. Her body jolts over the mattress. She moans and wiggles her ass again.
Grabbing her hips, I pull her away from the bed so I can reach around her pussy. I know she can feel the piece of metal and silicone against her leg because she starts to turn, her head angled down to see what’s in my left hand. As she stares at it in shock, I secure the chastity belt around her pussy, then lock it.
“Is that a witch’s snare around the hip?” she asks.
The locks chastity belts come with might be good enough for humans, but a witch can easily break them. What one can’t escape is a witch’s snare – a golden chain imbued with magic that makes it impossible to remove without the “key.”
So she’ll die with the fucking thing on if she betrays me.
My body tight, I slap her exposed ass. Her cheek jiggles, and my cock twitches at the sight of her bound so only I can give her pleasure.
Fuck, little monster. I would have given you everything.
“Yes,” I say.
“How long will it stay on?” she asks as she twists around to face me.
“Until you’re sorry enough to beg.”