Chapter 13 Delilah
DELILAH
Igrind back against him, my body at odds with my tongue as I spit, “Fuck you.”
The harder Kane fucks me, the more my ass stings.
The pain grounds me, keeping me with him instead of focusing on the fact we’re being watched.
I need the distraction of him hating me so I can keep my memories of Kane separate from everything happening.
Little pockets of Kane shine through as he bites into the side of my neck.
“Mine.” He bites down even harder, forcing me to scream as my spine curves to escape the knife at my throat.
He reverently traces the indents left by his teeth with the tip of his tongue as he stabs into the wooden frame.
Then brings his bloody palm to my face directly in front of my lips, hooking two fingers under the collar around my neck.
My air isn’t fully cut off, just enough that it’s harder to breathe.
He smothers me as I tilt my head back, his palm fully covering my mouth and his blood slipping between my lips.
“Good wife,” he softly coos into my neck. “My good wife.”
I nod. Like a fucking idiot.
“Koukla mou,” he says so low I can barely hear it over the sound of his hips slapping my ass. “Perfect little cunt,” he groans. “All mine.”
More blood floods out of the cut, staining my teeth as I bite his palm.
He pushes deeper between my teeth, lifting up to grab my hair with his other hand.
My scream is muffled as he pulls my hair, forcing me to inflict more pain.
He relishes in the pain as he tilts his hips, but he’s making it harder to keep my promise not to come.
Tensing my inner muscles, I tighten around him as he pulls out to the tip, then relax when he pushes back inside me so hard the bench creaks.
I keep the rhythm, matching him, waiting for this to be over so I can collect his promise away from the audience.
But he pulls my head further back. The window shows his imposing figure behind me, his hand wrapped in my hair, his blood smudged on my skin as he slowly wipes his other hand down my face.
Blood coats my chin, my cheeks, and his crimson fingerprints are on my jaw.
For once in my life, I look powerful—feared instead of fearful.
I watch him as I scream for him to stop, begging him to let me go.
My eyes are red, but I don’t stop screaming.
Not as he slaps his bloody hand against my ass so hard I can’t feel the other cheek stinging.
Not when he restricts my air by pulling my head back to look at the domed, glass roof above us.
The only time I subdue my screams is when he’s close to release—his neck cords, the muscles more pronounced. Then, when I know he’s close—the game is over—I force my body to go limp.
Kane doesn’t deserve the mindfuck of hearing cries while he comes. No one does. He shows his gratitude by slowly lowering me to the bench as he thrusts once, twice, three more times and bites into my nape as he climaxes.
His thrusts are slower, shallow. I clench around him, wanting to keep him above me, but we won’t be able to get what we need if he doesn’t play his part correctly.
When he doesn’t move, I slowly turn my head to nudge him.
It takes four attempts before he mechanically pulls out of me then grabs the torn hem of my dress to wipe his dick as he spits on my cheek.
“That will teach you not to bite me. The next time I feel teeth, I’ll knock them out of your fucking mouth.”
I close my eyes, remaining limp as they congratulate him. Which Helene obviously has to be first. “A natural.” She claps once. “Soon you’ll be ready to learn all of our ways.”
Die, you stupid fucking cunt.
Then my mother. “I always mistook you as a meek boy, incapable of doing what was necessary, but you’ve made Asher proud.”
I’m going to piss on your body before I burn you.
Lastly, my father, who makes bile burn up my throat as he offers, “If you need the tricks to make her obey, I’ll be happy to show you.”
When I know my baby’s safe, I’m going to rape that cunt with the biggest fucking knife I can find. For days, weeks, months—however long I need to replace the memories of him.
Kane manages to defend me while continuing the game as his voice turns deadly. “Harkin, if you touch my wife again, I’ll personally make you a eunuch. You won’t destroy this bond by implanting your bastard inside her.”
He's so fucked up. We both are. Given our surroundings, it’s heartwarming because he plants a seed of doubt within the biggest monster’s mind. Helene’s violence is fully fixed on Harkin as she turns her back to us. “Do you think your words or actions are above mine?”
“N-no,” he stammers.
Kane blocks them as he removes the leash from the hook while they’re so focused on their argument, they don’t even care about us.
But I’m fixated on him as he keeps his back to them, sticking his tongue out to lick his nose while he looks down to check if he’s touching.
It was a dumb thing I’d convinced myself I could do and I’d always show him when we’d hide in the park.
He remembers every little thing, inconsequential details that were stupid kid shit. Yet, he remembers them. Now I do too.
I drop my chin to my chest, making sure my eyes are half-lidded as he forces me to stand with the bloody knife in his hand.
Helene and my parents stop their argument to revel in my pain as Kane leads back to our cell on this prison of an island.
I don’t speak or drop the act as he roughly tugs on the leash. “Clean your face.”
I trip over my own feet when he tugs again on the way to the bathroom. As soon as we’re inside with the water running, he lets go of the leash and cups my face with both hands. His lips softly move over my features as he whispers, “My beautiful Delilah.”
There’s more care in his hands when he undoes the buckle on my nape. I catch sight of my reflection on the glass shower panel as he soundlessly sets it on the vanity beside the sink. Their pride makes sense now. It looks like he beat the shit out of me.
My lips are smeared in his blood like lipstick; my teeth are worse when I smile. I have to pull my bottom lip down to check that there’s no injury with the amount of blood around my mouth.
Kane stops me as he undresses me then strips down himself. Once we’re both naked, he holds my hips and walks me into the shower. The warm spray makes me hiss as watery blood runs down the back of my thighs. He soothes the sting with his palm, covering the raw skin from the spray.
“I’m sorry, koukla mou,” he whispers against my lips.
“You’re not.” I laugh lightly.
His smile is boyish as he playfully narrows his eyes. “I’m not, you’re right. I love seeing my name on you.” He walks me backwards so I’m stuck against the corner of the shower with the tiles at one side, the glass at the other. Cupping my jaw, he whispers, “Kiss me.”
I gently press against his shoulder, tilting my head to wash my mouth and face but he pushes me back. “Kiss me like this, with my blood on your lips and tongue. Let me live right here,” he traces my lips with his thumb, “until I make you come.”
My Kane.
The reverence and awe on his face is a reminder of who he used to be.
I lean up on my toes to thread my arms around his neck, taking the pressure off my throbbing ankle.
Like before, he’s the only person who can make me feel human.
With him, I’m Delilah and I still crave humanity. More so than when I was a teenager.
“I loved who you thought I was,” I admit, then stop him from analyzing it as I seal my lips over his.
There’s pain and a broken, fractured version of love that can’t exist any longer fueling us as he kneads my ass, grinding into my stomach, moaning into my mouth.
He moves with purpose, cleaning his blood off my lips as he massages his tongue against mine with the same motive.
I’m left breathless as he rests his forearm against the tiles and pulls back.
I follow him, searching for more, but he slowly brushes the tip of nose against mine.
Without the steam surrounding us, I’d still only see Kane as he strokes my cheek with the back of his finger, barely even touching me as if he’s afraid of tarnishing me.
“You only allowed me to see half of you,” he whispers.
“I was so hopelessly in love with that diluted half. What will I do now that I’ve seen every magnificent piece of you, Delilah?
” He crooks his finger and traces from my brow bone to under my eye.
“This mind is…” He smiles. “It’s inexplainable.
It shouldn’t have survived everything we’ve done to you, but you’re a rose growing through concrete, refusing to let anyone stop you. ”
Step one of ensuring I’m never the silly na?ve girl again is the hardest: do not fall back in love with Kane Xandros.
I used my body to get his love because it’s what I had at my disposal. Now I use it to push it away as I press our chests together.
“One day, I’m going to make you mine again.
” He curls his fingers around my nape, stopping me.
“I will only ever divorce you so I can do it all over again—correctly.” His eyes flicker between mine as he lies to himself.
“You’ll be my wife properly then. I won’t sign for you, you won’t have a chain around your neck, you’ll walk to me with a smile on your face.
We’ll start fresh—a clean slate, a blank page that isn’t crumpled and dirty. ”
Blood drips down his palm, slowly trickling against my skin as he leans back, allowing the spray to reach me.
“You’ll want to be mine again.” Dropping his hand from my face, he balls his fist then slowly extends his forefinger to bring it to my chest to write across my chest. “I’ll deserve you again.
” He pauses in the middle of the word like he can feel the lump in the throat.
“One day, Delilah Leroux, I’m going to kill everyone who hurt you, and you’ll say your husband did that for you. ”
He steps back, allowing me to read “MINE” across my chest. The water washes the bloody letters away as he dips his head, leaning down to chase the ghost of the four letters with his tongue all while he stares into my eyes, silently begging me.
I hate my weak, fickle heart as he softly kisses down my chest.
Kane holds my waist like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear as he smiles up at me before he wraps his lips around my nipple. I have to flatten my hands on the wall behind me to stop myself from touching him.
The arrogant twat smirks as he kisses across my chest, pausing with his cheek pressed to my chest. “This will be mine again one day.” Then he gently kisses directly over my heart.
“I’ll earn it back, pretty girl.” I grab his hair to pull him up, to stop him from manipulating me again, but he drops to his knees and holds my hips.
“Be quiet, koukla mou.” The spray drips from his hair, clinging to his lashes.
“All prayer is personal, and a pious man shouldn’t be disturbed. ”