Chapter 19
Dante
Something dark and ugly stirred in my chest as I watched Nora cling to my most hated enemy.
She was mine. My wife, not his. She might not be ready to accept the truth, but I found that I didn’t like seeing her cuddling up to Luca.
I could be patient with her, but I wouldn’t stand here and allow her to sob in another man’s arms.
If Nora was going to cry on anyone, it would be me. I’d earned those tears. Her scream of pleasure had been for me, not him.
My hands closed around her shoulders, and I had to pry her away from Luca. She sobbed and thrashed, fighting me so that she could stay with him.
I pulled her into a tight embrace, trapping her smaller frame in my confining arms.
“Hush now, little bird. We’re done here.”
I frowned when she cried harder, twisting in my grip.
Maybe using her like this was a mistake. Maybe I should flay Luca, after all.
I looked over at him, and I knew I had no better path open to me. His eyes shined with a murderous glint and something more vulnerable. Nora wasn’t the only one reduced to tears, although Luca’s seemed to be more from impotent fury than hurt.
A cruel, triumphant grin stretched my lips, and I lifted Nora up in my arms. She covered her face with her hands and cried, so I tucked her closer to my chest, comforting her.
My wife would come to accept my sadistic needs.
She would learn to love the dark pleasure I offered her.
One day soon, she’d beg me to fuck her in front of Luca, and he would know who her true master was.
He would know that I’d claimed his bride, his birthright.
I had taken everything from him, but he would pay even more dearly.
He’d murdered my brother. For that, I would shatter his soul.
And I would use Nora to break him.