Forty-Nine
Forty-Nine
HER
Or that’s what I would’ve done if Varius didn’t grab my arm, twist my wrist, and force me to drop my knife, which he catches in his other hand.
Zara stumbles back in fear and rage as I scream, “You bobble head bitch!”
I go to swing for her with my other arm, but Varius hauls me away from her, choosing her side over mine, and oh my gods, if I thought I could get away with it, I would kick him in the fucking balls. The utter asshole keeps telling me I’m his, only to keep pulling this shit when it comes time to actually proving it. Fucking hel, when am I going to learn all he is is a smooth talking liar?
“Apologize,” Varius hisses.
As I stand heaving in stubborn refusal, Zara recollects her composure. She looks at me smugly, then takes a step forward, no doubt confident in the fact that she’s won. I look crazy, and my own damn husband is holding me back from kicking her ass.
“Yeah, tell me –”
“I will handle my wife,” Varius cuts in.
She shuts up immediately, and now it’s my turn to smile smugly.
“Micha,” he demands, his voice low and deadly. Regret and disappointment come down our bond, and I know he’ll have to punish me if I don’t say the words. My chin lifts. Fuck her. I’d rather take the punishment.
Varius’ lips touch my ear. “You will cause a war with her Family. She is Ryker Ezwail’ik’s only child.”
Fuck.
I clench my teeth. I really want to stab this bitch in her face, but I won’t start a war just because she’s being petty. I’ll prove myself to Varius that I can be level-headed enough to rule alongside him. Oh, look at me, growing up and not letting one brash moment ruin the rest of my future.
Father would be so proud.
Relaxing my jaw, I smile sweetly. “I’m sorry for trying to show you my knife, Zara. I just thought you’d like to see how pretty it was close up.”
“Do you think I’m dumb?”
“Considering you decided to show me images of you fucking my husband while I was within stabbing range? Uh, yeah.”
“Why you little –”
“Did you break into her mind, Zara?” Varius says softly, and the blood instantly drains from her face.
“Of course not. That’s –”
“Kill her,” he says flatly. “I’ll deal with the rest.”
He releases me, then disappears from my side. There is a second of disbelief from both me and her, especially since Varius left me my eight-inch knife. The horror and shock on her face pleases me greatly, but I know watching her life fade will please me more. Smiling evilly, I step forward. She throws another image at my mind, trying to trip me up, but she’s a weak telepath with no capability of stopping me.
“Iris!” she screams as she backs up, but no one is coming to help her. It’s thirteen to four, but these are the infamous Shadow brothers. One of them on their own could take on all her soldiers.
So I advance without worrying. It’s time to have some fun. To get out all the stress that’s been building up inside of me for the past few weeks. I can’t kill Khalid’s girl, but I’ve just been given the green light to kill her.
Her face paling, she spins around and tries to run for the portal, but I jump forward and grab her arm.
“You wanted my man,” I say as I force her back around. “Then let’s see how well you can take eight inches.”
I shove my KA-BAR into her stomach. Her eyes widen as she gasps for air. I move the hand I have on her forearm up to the back of her neck. Leaning in close, I murmur, “You must know how much he loves to pull out all nice and slow.” Pulling the blade out, I leave in just the tip. “Before going in hard and deep.” I thrust the knife back into her.
She screams like the whore she is. Her hands push at my chest in a pathetic attempt to stop me. Pain wets her eyes as she silently begs me for mercy.
“And you must know he can go for hours.” I pull out the blade until it’s just the tip again. Then ram it back in.
She screams once more.
Then whimpers when I stab her again in the same place. My hand stays on the back of her neck, holding her still in my rage and jealousy. Holding her up when her legs give out.
“You thought you could hurt me by sharing that shit with me?” My teeth clench tight as the pain I’m pretending not to feel ricochets around my chest. “I will show you pain,” I whisper.
I shove her away from me. She falls backwards and hits the ground. She’s full-on sobbing now, terrified and bleeding out like a stuck pig.
“Please…” she rasps. “Please… I’m...sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” I sneer. “You practically fucked my man in front of me, and you’re sorry?”
She cries harder.
I want to carve her to pieces for the shit I’ve “seen” her do with my husband. The images are replaying inside my skull, and the jealousy eating through me is making me see red.
“But you know what? Okay,” I say as I squat down at her feet. “I’ll let you crawl back home to daddy if you do one thing for me.”
She looks at me with hope-brimmed eyes as her hands feebly press on her stomach. “Any...anything.”
“Fuck this knife like it’s Varius.”
Her eyes widen.
“I’ll even let you pick what hole he goes in.” My fingers tighten on the knife as the image of her down on her knees sucking his cock comes back to me in intricate detail. “So what do you say, Zara? You want to swallow him like you showed me?”
She shakes her head as she starts to sob. She’s so fucking weak and pathetic. She can’t even experience a bit of pain to save her own life. Always hiding behind daddy’s name and the belief that no one will punish her for being a bitch.
Well, this time she messed with the wrong woman.
I might not be Varius’ all the way. But he is mine.
“Or would you rather ride him up your cunt?” I point the blade at the V between her legs. “Pick or I’ll do them both.”
“Please!” She shakes as she sobs. Turning over onto her stomach, she tries to drag herself to the portal.
“My choice it is.”
Grabbing her by the ankle, I yank her towards me. She screams as her nails try to dig into the floor. I aim the knife at her cunt and pull her towards me some more. The blade now points past her knee.
“Stop! Please!” She sobs as her hands scramble for a grip. “I’m –” She breaks off on a scream of terror as I touch the tip of the knife to her inner thigh.
“What was it he supposedly said to you? ‘Your cunt feels so good. Ride me just like that.’”
“No. I was just –” She screams as I slowly stab her. The knife cuts smoothly through her flesh, but it’s quickly halted by her pelvic bone. Her legs spasm as she convulses; she’s going into shock. I grab her hip and yank the knife out, then ram it in again in one fast, hard movement. The pelvic bone can’t stop me this time. The knife slams in all the way to the hilt.
She cries out, but she barely has the strength anymore. Her sobs are broken and weak. The pain she’s feeling must be overwhelming. But it’s nothing compared to watching the man you love fuck trash like her.
I feel like I’ve actually walked in on them. Her telepathy might not be strong enough to cause my brain to bleed or my nerves to fry, but her talent is more than enough to have made me smell and see and hear every fucking thing that would’ve come with walking in on the scenes she showed me.
I felt the metal of the door handle in my hand, the carpet beneath my bare feet. The air smelled like hours of sex had just taken place. It was so strong I could almost taste it on my tongue. I heard the wet slurp of her pussy as she took him and the harsh panting of them both. And gods, I heard those fucking words.“Your cunt feels so good. Ride me just like that. Fuck, baby. You’re going to make me cum. Yeah. I’m going to cum in your tight little pussy.”
Pulling out my knife, I slam it into her again. Over and over until her pussy is a shredded mess of meat that will never feel my husband’s cock again. “Fucking whore.”
She’s lying there in silence now, in too much pain to move. Blood pools around her lower half and is splattered all over me. The knife is slippery from how much coats my hand. I pull it out one last time, and more bits of her vagina fall out of the hole that was her pussy.
Breathing hard, I move up her body. I kneel over her waist, my legs straddling her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I yank her head and half her torso up, arching her back so she can look at me. She stares at me with glassy eyes that are almost lifeless. She’s lost a lot of blood. Too much to survive without a healer now.
Recalling the image of her deep throating my husband, I line the knife up with her lips so the edges of it are pointing up and down. She doesn’t fight me. Can’t. She’s on death’s door, but she isn’t there yet. Tears fall down her face. She’ll feel this.
“Swallow, bitch.” Holding her gaze, I shove the knife deep down her throat.