Chapter 81 Kane
KANE
Iwait for her to see me the same way I do myself.
Not the stitches or how my skin is still raw, but truly see the shit I’ve done.
The older scars running over the inside of my elbow are overshadowed by not having the lower portion of my arm, so she doesn’t notice them.
She doesn’t see that my ruin isn’t due to my arm; it’s deeper.
DNA deep. I can’t remove Helene and Rowan’s scheming, their biology, or what I’ve done to be like them.
Yet she’s not disgusted. Instead of recoiling, she presses her lips to the inked patch of my forearm above the red stump. “I can be your left hand until it’s healed.”
“I fucking love you.” I laugh weakly as I pull her closer. After three fucking years of hell, I get to kiss my wife. “I love you. Do you hear me?”
She moans into me, grinding down on my unworking dick. The cold and stench are clinging to me, so I push my stump between her legs as I mumble against her lips, “Ride my arm before I stretch you open with it.”
She stills.
I close my eyes, waiting for her to say I’ve gone too far. Only her voice is light as she softly kisses my cheek. “Heal first. I don’t want it to hurt you.”
Flipping her onto her back, I rest my elbow above her head. “You’d let me?”
“You have to ask, when you put my head inside a dead body?”
“You loved it.” I bite her bottom lip. “I might do it again when we kill the bitch.”
“You are not putting me in that sadistic fucking cunt,” my wife grits, pushing against my shoulders.
“I was thinking of going through her stomach.” I shrug.
Fuck me, I forgot how much my heart soars at the sound of her laugh. Yet my dick doesn’t even twitch as I kiss a path down her body until I’m kneeling on the floor between her feet. Then softly flick her t-shirt. “Take this off.”
She lifts up to pull it over her head as I press my lips to the scarring on her calf. She gently traces the marks she left on my shoulder, so I ask, “Do you want to hurt me for everything I’ve done to you?”
“No,” she answers too easily.
“Mark me then. Rewrite everything else so when I look at myself I see you,” I beg, needing to have anything other than my own image staring back at me when I look in a mirror.
I take the knife from under my pillow. A burden is removed from my shoulders when I place it in her hand.
There’s no disgust in her eyes or Asher’s voice in my head as I softly trail my lips up to her inner thighs.
I bite into her flesh, leaving my teeth marks behind as she lightly presses the tip of the knife to my shoulder.
I suck the skin through my teeth so the mark is deeper before ordering, “Cut your panties off and shove them in your mouth.”
There’s no way to pin her down with one hand, but she challenges me, “Make me.”
“I don’t need you to pity me,” I spit, leaning back. “Do what the fuck you’re told.”
“Good. You’ll never have pity from me. You’re a crazy person who’s brimming with violence. Don’t act meek. Make. Me.”
I don’t move because I need two hands to rip her panties off and hold her mouth open to push them inside.
My stubborn wife kicks my thigh as she grits, “You’re the one who’s pitying yourself.
” She leans forward, taunting me again. “Do you think I want weak Kane who’s scared? No. Get the fuck up and make me.”
“Do it.” I grab her hair in my fist, dragging her down the bed.
“N. O,” she says, defiance hardening her eyes.
Keeping her hand in my fist, I stand and pull her to the sliding door leading to the wraparound balcony.
The latch is already undone from when I went out to smoke, so it easily slides across as I push it with my elbow.
I look down at my wife on her knees and roughly pull her head back.
“Crawl up on the table like the needy fucking whore you are.”
“Fuc—”
I pull her hair even harder, twisting the strands until small red lines appear on my fingers. “Now. Or I’ll throw you over the fucking edge with your cunt crying out for me.”
She places her hands flat on the floor, pushing her ass in the air while glaring at me.
“Keep going, I have no complaints.” I tilt my head, lightly tapping her ass with the side of my foot.
My beautiful wife crawls forward, swaying her hips. I want to fuck her ass while she screams, feel her body tremble under my touch. My dick doesn’t cooperate despite my desire as she crawls up onto the table to face me with her legs spread.
She drops the knife between her thighs as she leans back, allowing the cool breeze to float through her hair. Fuck me, I’m a lucky bastard. I don’t know who’s responsible for making her crazy enough to overlook my mountain of faults.
Taking the knife while she’s busy staring at the sky, I quickly cut through the sides of her panties, careful not to nick her skin. She gasps as the cool air replaces the silk between her thighs and I push my left elbow on her sternum.
Delilah slips, gripping the glass railing as she’s forced to notice the drop down.
“You wanted me to make you,” I remind her, balling her panties.
“K—”
I lean over her, shoving them in her mouth.
“Shhh, you wouldn’t want your sisters to hear how much of a filthy slut you are for your husband, would you?
” Wrapping my hand around her neck, I bite down her chest to reach her nipple.
Her moans vibrate into my palm as I look up, tugging it between my teeth before lightly flicking her trapped nipple with my tongue.
She’s too comfortable, so I push her head further back to make her think she’s at risk of falling. Her blue eyes widen as she grips the railing even tighter, but I smile. With some adjustments, I can still be the old me. I can scare my wife, make her cunt cry out for me, and get rid of her pity.
Her moans intensify as I massage down her stomach with the remaining portion of my forearm while tightening my hold on her neck.
I leave a trail of bites down her body until I’m between her thighs.
Holding her hips down with my bicep, I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. She tries to rock her hips.
I increase the pressure on her stomach as I order, “Hold behind your knees. Open your cunt up for me if you want me to eat.”
Anger and lust stare back at me.
“Or don’t,” I say lightly. “I’m fine like this, but I won’t let you come.”
The perfect thing doesn’t lose her glare as she hooks her elbows under her knees, pulling up so her feet are in the air. I spit down in a line, directly on her tight ass. “I can see you clench, koukla mou. Did your ass miss me?”
She mumbles something I’m assuming is “Fuck you.” I let go of her neck, forcing her shoulders to take the strain as she precariously leans on the railing. More fear floods her eyes; her cunt glistens under the low lights coming from our bedroom.
She won’t fall with my arm trapping her hips, but I don’t tell her or she’ll start fighting back.
Instead, I lick up the back of her thigh as I ease two fingers into her.
Then blow raspberries on the back of her knee to make her laugh, rocking even more as she tries to kick out at me.
It stops her from clenching too, so I push another finger into her, curling them up as her eyes roll back when I find the spot that makes her whimper.
Following the glistening line my tongue left on her skin, I go back to her cunt and softly wrap my lips around her clit. Her thighs tremble as she arches her back, pushing her hips down. The change forces my elbow into her lower stomach.
There might not be stars above us, but they’re in her fucking eyes as she moans around her soaked panties.
I suck harder, scraping my teeth on her clit to make it swell as I add a fourth finger.
Letting it go with a wet pop, I lift up enough to let her see me spit on her cunt.
“My filthy pain slut of a wife. Play with your ass, push your finger in, feel how you clench, begging for my dick like a needy fucking whore.”
She drops one leg and I quickly push my right elbow on the inside of her knee to stop her moving it as she pushes her hand under her legs, straining her body to reach.
And Delilah successfully becomes my left hand as she teases her ass with her middle finger.
I spit around the digit, making it easier for her while fucking her harder.
Her screams are muffled as she slowly pushes her middle finger into her tight hole. I pull my fingers out of her cunt to have an unobstructed view, groaning, “Fuck, koukla mou. Add another, stretch your pretty ass.”
A light sheen of sweat coats her chest as she eagerly traces around the ring with her forefinger.
I add more spit, watching with rapt fascination as she pushes the tips of two fingers into her ass.
My fingers are soaked in her, so as I lay my cheek on the back of her thigh, I clean them while watching her fight the limitations of her contorted body to get more.
“You taste like heaven,” I moan. “We’re going to spend the rest of our lives like this. You on my tongue while you fuck your ass.”
The greedy thing stretches her thumb, trying to fuck her cunt when I haven’t given her permission to. I slap the back of her hand, watching the red stripe bloom as I bite into her thigh. “Be good.” Then I slap her ass. “Or I’ll push you.”
The muffled whimper is like a shot of adrenaline, forcing me to look into her eyes. Those fucking eyes never cease to claim my soul. Pinching my fingers and thumb together, I slowly push into her cunt, feeling her stretch around my knuckles as I softly kiss the back of her thigh.
“You’re so beautiful when you stretch for me,” I softly coo as she tries to scream. “One day you’re going to take my full fucking arm. Everyone will see I’m the only person who can make you into a puppet.”
She moans louder.
“Is that what you need, my little whore?”
She nods.
“For me to control you because I’ll never let anyone else hurt you?”
She nods faster, moaning louder.
I roughly fuck her with my fist once I’m past my knuckles then softly toy with her clit. Her fingers speed up as she tries to match my pace, alternating between the brutal way my fist moves to the tenderness of my tongue.
We work together as one without looking away from each other until her trembling thighs tense and I push my elbow deeper into her stomach.
The pressure of her inner walls clenching forces me out before her cum sprays up, soaking my chin.
I impatiently seal my mouth over her cunt, drinking every fucking drop while she screams around the gag of her panties.
I push my tongue into her, extending her climax as she shakes, fighting the pleasure. She’s forced to pull her fingers out of her ass from the pressure. I grab her neck, squeezing the sides. Her screams are perfect, vibrating through my hand, making her clench around my tongue as she comes again.
She weakly kicks into my back as goosebumps erupt over her body.
When I don’t move, she does it again with more force.
I hesitantly move back then lean over her to tug the hem of her panties out of her mouth with my teeth.
I spit them on her chest before sealing our lips together.
My pretty wife scrapes her nails across my back as she pulls me closer, smiling against me.
“Love you,” she says weakly.
“I’m—”
“Going to go back in your room to finish whatever you’re doing?” Ruby says further away.
Delilah hides in my neck as I turn my head to see my sister-in-law with a steaming cup in her hand, glaring at me on the other end of the balcony leading to her bedroom. She still has one foot on the other side of the threshold as she blocks the door from closing.
“My bad.” I laugh, intensifying her glaring.