Chapter 26
Bella
Kaiser isn’t drugged at all. Not only that, but he got me monologuing.
I jerk back, but he’s holding me tight. He raises his head, and I see he’s wearing some sort of dark mask over his face and strapped to his head.
What?
His breath comes heavy through the mask he’s wearing. It looks like a gas mask, which means none of the candle smoke got through.
What happens now?
He tugs, and I fall to the rug. He rises up, towering over me. A monster in a black mask. He looks a little like a bug. An alien bug—a sexy one I want to fuck.
Great, now I have a new kink.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I ask, breathless. He totally has the upper hand.
It’s so fucking hot.
“I’m going to make you pay.” He reaches for me. I freak out. I scuttle back away from him, breathing hard. My robe gapes open, flashing him. It gets caught under me, but it makes him pause, looking down on me.
I flip over to all fours and start crawling. He likes it when I crawl. I like it too, but now I’m doing it to distract him. I can feel the robe billowing out behind me.
I’m almost to the door when I scramble to my feet.
“Stop,” he orders in his sexy Darth Vader Bug voice. I feel him grab for me, but all he gets is a handful of fabric. I slip out of the robe and run naked out of the room.
Kaiser
My bride runs from me, into the dark house. Her pale skin flashes ahead of me in the gloom.
She wants me to chase her. I’ll always give her what she wants.
“Come out, come out, little one.” My voice is distorted because of the mask. The straps hold it tight to my face, but at least I don’t have another headache from the fucking candles.
I spent a week getting her to let her guard down. I needed to outwit her. It’s the only way she’ll respect me.
“I can smell you, little bride.”
There’s an excited whimper from around the corner by the stairs.
Bingo.
I stomp forward, letting her know I’m coming. Drawing it out. I’m the monster in her story, right? She loves this game we play. She also likes it to feel real. I can do that for her.
Happy wife, happy life.
I shove a table with a vase on it out of my way. The vase falls, and I catch it before it hits the floor. If it breaks, it might shatter, and she could step on it with her bare feet. Can’t have that.
“I’m going to make you sorry, baby girl. But you’ll like it. You always do.” I pause and listen closely. I hear her breathing quicken.
I let my feet fall heavy on the floorboards, turning into the lumbering oaf she thinks I am.
I need all the surprises I can get with this girl.
But it’ll only work once. She’s too quick and catches on too easily.
I see her eyes shining in the corner. She thinks that I can’t see her, but the moonlight is falling in such a way, it’s like she’s lit up.
Excitement ripples through her. She loves this.
She loves the challenge. The thrill of facing a worthy opponent.
I’m going to prove to her that I am husband material. Make her obsessed with me like I’m obsessed with her.
I’m her first, and I’ll be her last. Her only.
I will have her for my wife or die trying.
And death is an option. Who knows what other traps my bride has set for me?
“You said that I’ve been holding back. Maybe I’ll give you a taste of the cane. It has a wicked bite.”
She lets out a squeak. She can’t hide her emotions, and I love that about her.
“I could punish you for days. Years. We have a lifetime together, remember?”
I can practically hear the pitter-patter of her heartbeat.
I jump out from behind the corner. “Got you.”
She shrieks, as I knew she would, and darts for the stairs. I follow her, letting her get ahead of me. I don’t want her going too fast in case she trips and falls.
Once we’re downstairs, I’m not holding back. I chase her through the living room and into the dining room. She pushes a chair in my path, and I narrowly avoid it.
I curse, and she giggles like a maniac, speeding away.
There’s a creak in the kitchen, then a crashing of silverware. The pantry door’s swinging, but she wouldn’t be so silly as to go in there and get trapped. No, she’s faking me out. She’s squatting in the shadows by the cabinet, hoping I’ll pass her hiding place without spotting her.
I walk past her, pretending to do just that.
I pause out of sight, near the door to the greenhouse. That’s where she’ll head. Her territory. I’ve got to catch her before then. If she gets her hands on more poison, I give myself only thirty minutes to live.
I can’t let her win this round.
I’ve beaten every other opponent I’ve ever faced, but I fell prey to her. I underestimated her, but I will not make the same mistake again.
She is the deadliest opponent I have ever faced. And she might be the death of me.
I can hardly wait to see how this ends.
Bella
I crouch in the corner of the kitchen, holding my breath. My house has become haunted by a gas-mask-wearing monster. He just lumbered past me.
Should I grab a knife? No, that would be stupid. He’s a fighter for a living. I need to keep this benign, in case he catches me.
He’s gone.
If I run, I can get to the door to my greenhouse. I count down in my head. Three, two, one—I spring forward, making a break for it—
A shadow falls on me. “Got you.” Kaiser slams into me, wrapping his arms around my middle, lifting me right off my feet. I shriek, kicking.
“Behave,” he orders, and I freeze automatically. His voice is so creepy.
He tosses me up into his arms, carrying me like a bride back up the stairs. I stare at the creepy gas mask.
What happens if I lift it off?
Before I can touch him, his muscles flex in warning. He growls, “Now you’re in for it.”
I squeal, half in horror, half delight.
We’re back in the bedroom, where he throws me on the bed.
I bounce, but before I can get my limbs under control and scramble away, he’s on me.
I can sense the anger emanating from him, but he’s perfectly controlled as he pushes me down.
He shoves my legs apart and lays on top of me, his full weight crushing me into the bed. And oh my goddess, it feels so good.
“Are you going to behave for me?” he asks.
I can barely wheeze from under his weight. “No.”
More growling. He lifts off me and flips me over, gripping my neck to shove my face into the pillow. I struggle and he lets me up enough so I can turn my head and breathe, but then he spanks my ass hard enough for tears to spring into my eyes.
Finally—finally!—he’s being rough with me. He’s been treating me like his possession but handling me with such care. And now he’s finally let himself off the chain.
It also helps that he’s not drugged tonight. His senses aren’t dulled. His movements aren’t slowed. He’s not feeling the heavy fatigue. He’s possessing all his faculties, and he is going to unleash every single one of them on me. I cannot wait!
He spreads my legs and checks between them. Fuck, he’s wearing the murder gloves again. And I’m so wet, his fingers glide right in.
“You little slut. You love this, don’t you?” He spanks me again, and I yelp. Then he thrusts his fingers deep. It pinches. The pain sizzles through my core, turning into something else. He finger fucks me like he hates me, and I love it. I want more.
He twists his fingers inside me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it.
“Oh fuck,” I squeak, and he reaches around to hook the fingers of his free hand into my mouth. The black latex slides over my tongue. He adjusts the angle so he can hit the back of my throat. I gag. My throat closes around his fingers as my pussy does the same. Oh fuck—
“You’re going to come for me like this.”
I groan around his fingers. And then I do, like he’s got my clit on a chain and he tugs me into oblivion. I fall apart, held together only by his fingers in my pussy and my throat.
And then his fingers are pulled out, and I’m gasping for air. He’s moving, propping me into position on my hands and knees. And then he’s inside me. It hurts at first—more than I remember from Pandemonium. The stretch makes me whimper.
“Oh fuck,” I mumble. “Oh fuck me.”
“You want this?” He rams himself home. “You got it.”
He punches his cock into me, thrusting me toward the headboard. I cry out, tears leaking from my eyes. It hurts, but I’m so happy. Electricity is shooting through my body, and my limbs jerk, no longer my own. I’m so wet, my thighs are drenched. I’m soaking the bed.
He rocks me forward, and when I come again, falling limp to the bed, he pulls me up and plows his cock into me from down below. I look down to where I’m sitting on him and watch his dick saw in and out of my pussy. Hecate, help me.
“Oh fuck.” One orgasm rolls into another. And another. My eyes roll back into my head.
“That’s four,” he grunts. “We’re going for six, remember?”
What? Oh, right. Page 269. “Six for me or for you?”
“You first.”
“No, no, no–”
He sets his gloved hand around my neck and squeezes. “Yes.”