Chapter 28 #2
The knife in his hand caught my attention as the light reflected off the steel, its blade glinting with a thin sheen of Chad’s blood. “Are you ready to play, wife?”
“Yes,” I breathed as his lips twisted up at the corners.
“Good girl,” he praised, tracing the knife lightly across my collarbone, the cold metal sending shivers through my body. It was a new feeling, something erotic, something I never expected to enjoy.
I bit my lip, a soft gasp escaping me as the blade left a faint red line on my skin.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his breath warm against my neck.
His free hand gripped my hip, keeping me still as he trailed the blade across my breasts, teasing my nipples.
A feeling of ecstasy took over my body, as I started to come alive.
“Yes, Lorenzo, I like it,” I whimpered as my nipples hardened beneath the blade.
Chad’s muffled sobs couldn’t escape the tape that covered his mouth. Knowing Lorenzo fucking me would be one of the last things Chad ever saw filled me with an insane amount of contentment.
Lorenzo pressed the blade against my inner thigh, dangerously close to my core.
I was too far gone to care. I was at his mercy, and I loved it.
I’d never experienced anything like it before.
I should have been scared, I should have told him no.
But I wasn’t, and I didn’t. I was more than ready to let my husband play with me.
My legs quivered slightly, but I didn’t pull away.
Instead, I spread them wider, inviting him to fuck me senseless.
“Such a good girl,” he growled. “And all mine.”
“Yours,” I moaned as I watched him effortlessly flip the knife in his hand so the blade was now flat against his palm.
My eyes widened the second I realised his intentions.
“Lorenzo…” I started, but he silenced me with a sharp kiss, his tongue demanding entrance.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands clutching at his shoulders as he positioned the knife’s handle at my entrance.
“Just trust me,” he said against my lips, a request I couldn’t refuse. Slowly, he pushed the handle of his favourite knife inside me, inch by inch as my pussy clenched around the foreign object.
Gasping for breath, I let my head fall back against the table, a torrent of pleasure crashing over me with relentless force.
The icy metal pressed against my skin, a stark contrast to the inferno raging within me, each contact igniting electric shocks throughout my body.
Never before had I felt such an explosion of life as he thrust into me repeatedly with the unforgiving steel handle, his thumb expertly swirling around my clit in flawless harmony, driving me to the edge of bliss.
“Look at my wife. What a vision,” he whispered to me. He pulled the knife out of me slowly, my body quivering as he replaced it with his cock. I must have been too far gone to even notice him removing his pants.
“That’s it,” he praised as he thrust into me. “Take it.” His hips snapped forward, his cock plunging deep into my wet pussy.
“Harder, Lorenzo,” I panted, needing him more than I needed my next breath. “Fuck me harder.”
He obliged instantly, his hands holding me in place as he obeyed my request. Our breaths came in ragged gasps as our skin slapped together, our bodies colliding time and time again.
Lorenzo’s mouth was a torrent of dirty words, his voice low and commanding. “You’re my perfect little slut. You love this, don’t you? You love being used by me.”
My eyes fluttered closed as I revelled in his words, my body teetering on the edge of release. “Yes,” I whimpered. “I love it.” A tear escaped my eye for no other reason than pure ecstasy.
His thrusts quickened, his muscles tightening as he neared his own climax.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice cutting through the air like a whip.
My eyes flew open, instantly meeting his intense gaze as he drove into me with a force that left me breathless.
"Come for me, now," he ordered, his words an irresistible force pulling me over the edge.
“Fuck! Lorenzo!” My body erupted around him, unable to restrain my orgasm crashing through me like a violent storm.
Blood roared in my ears as I screamed his name, my walls contracting fiercely around his cock as he succumbed to the overwhelming sensation.
His hips jerked as he filled me. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, his voice dripping with raw satisfaction. “Take every drop.”
And I did. He stayed inside of me until every last drop of his arousal remained inside my pussy.
“My good girl.” He rested his forehead against mine, sweat beading on his skin. “You surprise me every single day.” He smiled as he pulled out of me with a groan.
He wiped the knife on a nearby rag, the blade glinting innocently now, its edge no longer stained with blood. I tried to catch my breath as I came down from the high, my body still buzzing from the aftermath of our encounter.
Chad’s muffled sobs filled the silence, his body slumped as he watched us with wild eyes. Lorenzo glanced at him briefly, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t worry. We didn’t forget about you.” He laughed as he helped me to my feet. I quickly got dressed and Lorenzo followed suit.
“Do you see now, Chad?” I sighed. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”
Lorenzo’s arm snaked around my waist from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “And where might that be?” he asked.
“With you.”
I removed myself from Lorenzo’s hold as I stepped closer to Chad. I felt pure satisfaction when I ripped the tape from his mouth, not wanting to wait any longer to hear his screams as I beat the shit out of him.
“You really let him fuck you like that?!” he sneered.
“Yeah, and guess what? I love every single second of it.” I smiled, knowing my words hurt him more than a bat or knife ever could. The doors behind me opened as the guys entered the room for support and to enjoy the show.
“Now, where shall I aim first?” I didn’t give him time to answer as I placed the bat to his temple. “How about here? I could smash your brain to bits?” I shook my head, lowering the tip of the bat to his eye socket. “Or perhaps your beady little eyes?”
“Just get on with it!” he screamed.
I tormented his body as he continued to thrash against the chains. He could fight all he wanted. He wasn’t leaving here, unless it was in unrecognisable pieces.
I lowered the bat to his dick as his eyes squeezed shut.
“Open your eyes! Fucking look at me!” I demanded.
“How about I smash you right fucking here? This cocktail sausage sized dick? I bet you’ve jerked off many times thinking of me, haven’t you, you sick fuck?
” I stood back for a moment, tapping the bat against my palm.
“Let me see what my husband thinks.” I turned to Lorenzo who looked as though he was ready to devour me whole again.
“You choose. This is your fight, not ours.” Lorenzo smiled, giving me the go ahead I needed.
“Rearrange his face!” Red chimed in, looking like a proud brother. I didn’t have one of those anymore. Actually, I never did.
“Stop playing around and get on with it.” Chad’s voice broke mid-sentence, as I turned back to face him. I loved the fact he was scared.
I whipped the bat through the air, aiming for his torso. The sound of his ribs cracking beneath it was utter perfection. His yelp of pain only spurred me on. I thrived off every squeak, every cry, and every howl.
“Fuck!” he cried, squeezing those beady eyes shut again.
“Enjoy every single second of it. It’s the start of a very long day.” I chuckled, swinging my bat to the other side of his ribcage.
I heard the blowtorch come to life behind me as Lorenzo stepped beside me, his eyes dropping to the tattoo that linked Chad to the Bratva.
“Please...” Chad pleaded. “I didn’t mean to?—”
“Didn’t mean, what? Laying a finger on my fucking wife?
Betraying her trust? Rallying men her own father banished for your own gain?
! Each accusation seemed to fuel his rage further, his words echoing in the room.
“The list is endless, you stupid cunt.” He lost control, the venom in his voice matched only by the intensity of his glare, and in that moment, I understood the depths of his anger.
“No! Please! I’m sorry!” He begged Lorenzo but there was no point. “Let me die with it, please!”
“You can beg all you want, but your apology means fuck all to any of us.” Lorenzo flickered the flame across his skin. The sharp, metallic tang of burning skin filled the air, causing my stomach to churn.
“You don’t deserve to die with it. You deserve to die with nothing,” I sneered. “These men took the lives of the men who hurt me, and now, they’re all going to watch as I take yours.”
Lorenzo removed the tattoo along with layers of flesh.
The clattering from the chains alongside his screams was so loud it could have woken the dead.
His body shook profusely beneath the flame.
It was like we were watching an award-winning movie in slow motion.
His skin sizzled, his body was a complete mess.
I picked up the knife from the table. It was the perfect choice.
I rounded Chad’s body slowly then pierced it though his back, just to the side of his spine.
His cries echoed in the room. “Ana, please…” Blood trickled down his bruised skin, but I didn’t stop there.
I plunged my knife straight into his side and looked up at my husband as he watched with pride in his eyes.
“Now, I thought about cutting out your tongue but not hearing you scream would be no fun for me. And to be honest, I feel as though we deserve to hear them.” I stabbed him a third time, on the other side of his spine that time. “How does it feel to be stabbed in the back?”
“Ana, you’re mine! You’ve always been mine!” This fucker was getting on my last nerve.
“What would I want with a rotting corpse?!” I ran my blade up his arm to his pinky as I gripped it between my fingers. I sliced through his skin, flesh, and bone before discarding it on the floor.
“You always loved me! You just didn’t give us time,” he screamed and panted through the pain. Spit trickled down his chin as tears stained his cheeks.
Moving across to his ring finger, I repeated the same process—skin, flesh, bone.
“Tell me, Lorenzo, is fucking her tight pussy as good as I always imagined it would be?” Chad laughed as Lorenzo stepped forward. I moved aside instantly, wanting to see his anger unfold.
“You sick bastard,” he snarled as he accepted the knife from my hand.
Without hesitation, Lorenzo leaned forward, his movements deliberate and precise.
He pressed the blade against Chad’s cheek, just below the eye, and began to carve.
The skin parted with sickening ease, the blade slicing through flesh and muscle as if it were butter.
Chad’s body jerked violently, but Red was there in a split second, keeping Chad’s head immobile as Lorenzo worked.
“A Chelsea smile,” Lorenzo murmured, his voice almost tender, as if he was admiring a work of art. “Absolutely beautiful.”
“I’ve never seen you look better.” I chuckled, enjoying the sight of blood gushing from Chad’s face.
“There’s a special place in hell reserved for you.
But then again, hell might be too good for someone like you.
” I squeezed his wounded cheeks between my fingers and thumb as his lips pursed in pain.
“Now, be a good boy, and beg me to kill you.”
“I-I’ll n-n-never,” he stuttered, my grasp cutting off his words, as he fought the urge to slip into unconsciousness.
“That’s a shame, it really is. Red, do you want to give him a little incentive?” I asked, stepping aside.
Without another word, Red released Chad’s head, grabbing the bat from the ground.
“I know it’s not original or anything, but fuck, it’s going to be fun.
” Red beamed, excited in a way I had never seen before.
The bat flashed through the air with a loud swoosh before knocking out Chad’s front teeth.
I watched as they scattered to the floor like Tic Tacs.
“Nobody, and I repeat nobody, disrespects our Ana like that!” Red glanced over at me, nodding his head in a we’ve got your back kind of way.
“Before I kill this sorry excuse of a man, is everyone satisfied?” I asked, bringing my blade to Chad’s neck.
“We are if you are,” they spoke in unison, looking so damn proud.
I was satisfied, and I was ready to end him once and for all.
“Any last words?” I slapped his cheek, the sound echoing around us.
“Fu—” he spluttered, clearly in too much pain to continue.
“Fuck you? How original and creative.” I scoffed.
I fisted his hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. I pressed my blade into his skin, watching the blood slowly seep from the wound. I leaned into him, bringing my lips to his ear as I whispered, “Keep your eyes open. I want them to be the last ones you see as you take your final breath.”
He obeyed, his gaze locked on the surrounding men, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. With a swift, fluid motion, I drew the blade across his throat. The sound was sickeningly wet. A sharp hiss as the metal sliced through skin and muscle, exposing the raw, bloody flesh beneath.
Chad’s eyes widened in shock, his mouth opening in a silent scream as blood gushed from the wound, hot and thick, spilling over my hand and dripping onto the floor.
I didn’t flinch, didn’t look away. Instead, I watched him, my expression unreadable as his body convulsed, his hands straining against the binds.
As Chad’s struggles weakened, my eyes never left his face. His body slumped forward, his life slipping away. I stepped back, my boots leaving faint prints in the pool of red spreading across the floor.
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the faint drip of blood and the distant hum of the single light overhead.
My chest rose and fell steadily as I surveyed my handiwork.
I did what needed to be done. What I had imagined doing while I was locked in that room.
There was no regret, no hesitation. Only a quiet satisfaction, and a sense of closure.
“Are you ready to go?” Lorenzo asked, resting his hand on the small of my back. “The guys will dispose of him.”
“Yeah, I’m ready.”