Chapter 32
Isabella
“Are you sure?” Vance asks, his eyebrow rising. My father flails and panics, and Vance struggles to keep him pinned against the chair. “You don’t think he’ll keep his promise?”
I shake my head. “I know he won’t. Because I wouldn’t.”
Vance smirks. “Are any of you guys honest?”
A smirk tugs at my own lips. “When we want to be. But he’d never leave us alone. We’d never be able to stay together if he’s allowed to leave here.”
“Yes, I would leave you alone!” My father’s words filter through a throat strained with panic. “You will never see me again. I swear to God!”
“Like we swore to God that I was entering a marriage I wanted?”
“God damn it, Isabella. Don’t be stupid. You can’t kill me without causing an earthquake within this family. You’ll destroy everything!”
I roll my eyes. “That’s the point. If the family is in ruins, they can’t come after us. None of you can come after us.”
“You stupid, stupid girl,” he hisses.
Vance draws back his arm and punches my father in the face. Blood pours from his nose. “Be respectful or shut the fuck up, old man.”
A fine spray of blood spews from his mouth as he spits. He turns to me. “So you’ll kill me, get some of my life insurance money, and run off into the wind with your little bodyguard? Is that your little plan?”
I wrap my hand around my chin. “I hadn’t thought about life insurance. Thanks, Dad.” I turn to Vance. “Do it.”
He looks at me as if he thinks I should turn away before he acts, as if what I might witness will be too much for my mind to bear. He doesn’t yet grasp that my allegiance lies with him.
My eyes harden on my father, and I hand the knife to Vance. He doesn’t bother asking for reassurance again. The confidence I feel about my decision must be written all over my face.
“Isabella, no!” my father pleads, trying to get to the last shred of human decency inside me.
Plot twist: there isn’t one.
When my expression doesn’t change, he tries to plead with the man he hired. “Vance, I’ve given you work when you had nothing. Don’t let her take advantage of you. Isabella is using you. She’s a black widow. You’ll be next.”
A black widow? I was a widow in a white dress.
My gaze leaps to Vance, and I try to read his expression. Does he believe my father’s lies? Is it enough to make him doubt everything we have? His heavy brows pull together, uncertainty dancing in his eyes, but then he draws back his arm and repeatedly sends a fist into my father’s face until he can’t talk any more shit.
Vance won’t be swayed. Thank fuck.
My eyes flame as he tightens his grip on the knife and drives the blade into my father’s gut. With a grunt, he twists and pushes it deeper. I grew up with the sounds of murder. It’s like a lullaby. Secretly, I live for it. And I hate that because it means I have become what Vance thinks I am. A monster among monsters.
By the time the lullaby ends, my father’s breaths are mere gurgles.
“Daddy,” I whisper as tears fill my eyes.
“I’m sorry, Isabella,” Vance apologizes. He must think he sees regret in my eyes.
I step toward the two men, and my fingers graze the blood on my father’s face before I turn to Vance. “Not him. You.”
His lips draw into a smirk. He drops the knife and wraps his powerful arms around me. “My little girl.”
“Fuck me,” I say, shooting a quick glance toward my father’s dead body.
“Now? In front of?—”
“Yes, Vance. You got yours, and now I’d like to get mine.”
“You are so sick and twisted, Isabella,” he growls.
“More twisted than having me suck your cock in front of him when he was alive?”
Vance smirks. “Fair.”
I step back until my spine hits the wall, then I raise the hem of my shirt. The slow shake of his head stops, turning into a subtle nod with a lick of his lips. I knew he’d give in to me. He’ll do anything for me. And I’ll do anything for him.
Vance walks into me, and his hard cock battles the few morals he has. The angel on his shoulder tells him Daddy shouldn’t fuck me and fill me in front of my dead father. But the devil on his shoulder—me—demands it.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper, dragging my bloody fingers up my thighs, leaving a trail of red on my skin. His eyes hyper-fixate on the crimson. A feral growl leaves his throat.
“I’d do anything for you,” he says. “Fall for you. Kill for you.”
“Then give me your cock,” I whisper.
Vance looks back at my father’s body before stepping into me and rubbing his palms up my legs. He pulls down his boxers, lifts my thigh, and presses the head of his massive cock to my entrance. He pushes inside me. There’s no resistance because I’m still so wet from sucking his cock.
His hand wraps around the front of my throat as he impales me with his cock, driving his hips into me. He fucks my family bloodline out of me. Fucks my family name from me. And I want him to replace my last name with his.
“Marry me, Vance,” I scream through a moan.
He stops thrusting. His hand loosens its grip on my throat. That devilishly handsome face twists into something unfamiliar, and I’m not sure what it means.
I didn’t mean to yell my thoughts. In the heat of the moment, as he rearranged my guts, it just came out. In hindsight, it was such a stupid thing to say. I wish I could take it back. Fuck, the last thing I want is to look like an idiot. To be rejected by?—
“Any-fucking-time, little girl,” he says before kissing me hard enough to silence my panicked thoughts.
“Really?” My voice is a breathless whisper when he pulls away.
“I’d happily be another victim of the black widow,” he says through a smirk.
I bite his neck with a laugh. “If I was going to be a predatory insect, I’d be a praying mantis. You’d have to make me come before I killed you.”
Vance gives me a forceful thrust that strangles a moan from me. “God, I love you. And look, I’m saying it balls deep in your pussy with your father’s blood on my hands. Do you believe me yet?”
My cheeks flush. “I think I do.”
Vance fucks me harder. Faster. Until I’m a trembling mess in front of him. The pressure brews between my legs as I approach the edge.
“You’re tightening on me, Bella. Come for me and tell me you love me as you spasm around my dick.”
His dark, gravelly words go right to my vagina. I scoop my hips as the vibrations rumble through my core. I seize on his cock, coming until I’m nearly blind. I’ve never known such an intense, breath-stealing orgasm.
“I fucking love you, Vance.” The words strangle from me as I scream out.
“Good fucking girl.” He holds me, keeping me from collapsing as the trembles quiver through every muscle in my body. He leans closer and presses his mouth to my ear. “Now...do you plan to kill me, or will you let me live?”
I study his eyes, his handsome face, and I can only come to one conclusion. “I think I’ll keep you around.”