Chapter 43
SIMEON
It was a hard visit but a worthwhile one, and as we bid our farewells after spending two days in Washington, I’m concerned that Alice won’t be strong enough.
She always appears so fragile, so vulnerable, and I expect that’s what causes the protective beast inside me to sharpen his claws.
“I’m missing her already.”
Her sad smile spears my heart as the jet takes off for the short flight home.
“You’ll see her again soon, I promise.”
I am gripping her hand and love the ring that chains her soul to mine. My wife.
I savor the word every fucking time and congratulate myself on a mission accomplished that worked out better than I ever thought possible.
“What happens next?”
A simple question that I can’t answer, so I fill in the gaps the best I can.
“We head home and wait for Joseph to play his hand. If he requires our help, we will act.”
“I can’t wait to meet your parents.”
Her innocent statement almost makes my eyes roll.
My mom, I’m happy about; they will get along just fine, but my father is a scary motherfucker who would terrify the shit out of her. She requires a harder exterior before meeting him, and I aim to prolong the encounter for as long as possible.
He will not have her best interests at heart, or mine, when facing the prospect of securing billions for the family. Mom is another matter entirely, and it may be best if Alice meets her first.
“I’ll arrange it.”
I state simply, wondering how long I’ll be able to brush off her request.
“There is something I want to do first, though.”
“What, baby?”
I’m expecting her to ask to go shopping, or some crazy chick shit like that, and she stuns me by whispering, “I want to experience the room at your club.”
I turn to her with a raised brow, and she giggles, her face flushing as she nods. “I can’t stop thinking about it, Simeon. What happens in there, how it would feel, and would it change anything inside me?”
“You want to visit my sex room off the gallery?”
“Of course.”
“Why, of course?”
“Because it’s a part of you I know nothing about. You have been with other women there, and I hate knowing that. I want your memories as well as your heart, so I must replace them with ones of me.”
I say nothing, and my gaze darkens, causing an anxious expression to fall on her face.
“You’re angry.”
Her shoulders slump in defeat and I tip her chin to face me and whisper huskily, “I’m not angry, merely turned on. I wonder how fast this jet can fly?”
Her soft giggle punctures my heart once again, and I can’t help myself and kiss those tempting lips so hard I hope they bruise. I want them swollen with my attention, my mark if you like, and as she kisses me back, we sign a virtual contract because what Alice wants, she gets ten times over.
Three hours later.
The air is tense, the room dark, and the thump of deprivation hangs heavy in the air. Alice is silent beside me—nervous, timid, excited and desperate.
She shivers as we reach the gallery and gazes down on the couples engaging in sexual acts that would make the devil blush.
Her breathing intensifies as we observe a man whipping a woman with a cat - o’ - nine-tails.
Her screams fly around the pit of hell, reaching the heavens, and as Alice shifts beside me, I notice the red skin of the woman as the tail cuts into her bare flesh.
“He’s hurting her.”
Alice is shaking, and I shrug. “It’s how she likes it.”
“Are you mad?”
The woman’s sobs reach our ears, and I place my finger on Alice’s lips. “Wait.”
Her gaze falls back to the scene as the man enters the woman from behind, and her scream of ecstasy replaces her tears as she pleads with him to go deeper, faster.
“Oh my God.”
Alice gasps, her eyes never leaving the scene, and as he pumps furiously inside the woman, I note Alice’s fingers grip the handrail. She can’t look away; she’s unapologetic and riveted by the scene, and my heart swells with love mixed with lust for my wife.
“Is that what you do?” She asks, her voice faltering, and I nod, intent on revealing the entire truth of my sadistic ways.
“Yes. I do whatever the woman wants. Some like it to hurt, others not so much.”
“Have you ever whipped a woman?”
“Several times.”
The tension in the air is palpable, and she shrinks away from the side, averting her eyes as the man roars his release, the woman begging for more.
I point to another couple of men who are fucking a woman between them. Her throat in a chokehold as they restrict her air.
“To anyone observing them, they would call the cops. They believe that a woman is being murdered in front of their eyes, but the man knows exactly when to stop.”
Tears are rolling down Alice’s face as she gazes at the scene, and as the man releases his hold, the woman gasps and then screams with ecstasy as if she’s seen God himself.
“Oh my god, I’m coming.”
The three people involved come simultaneously, and it’s an incredible spectacle.
“I can’t.” Alice backs away from the side, and I wonder if this is too soon or will ever be possible.
“I can take you back to the apartment. You don’t have to stay.”
I am protective of her, and if we do it at all, it must be because Alice wants it.
“No.”
Her fierce glare cuts me a new one, and she points to a room with a vacant sign.
“I want to do this.”
She strides over to the room and as she heads inside, I’m a willing accomplice.
I make sure to lock the door behind us, and she surprises me by glaring at me. “Take off your clothes.”
I don’t believe anyone has ever ordered me to do that in my life, and for some reason I like how she commands me. For a dominant male to be spoken to that way usually has repercussions, and yet I do as she says, wondering how far I will let this go before I strike back as only I can.
Alice matches me, and as fast as my clothes are shed, hers join mine on the floor until we are standing naked in front of one another, the sexual tension crackling around us filling the air.
“Tell me what you want.”
She whispers huskily, and I point to the floor.
“Get on your knees.”
She says nothing and drops down in front of me, her head bowed like the perfect submissive.
I take a moment to appreciate this side of her, wondering how fast she fell at my command.
“Crawl to me.”
She says nothing and crawls on her hands and knees before me, and I grip her chin and say huskily, “Eyes on me.”
Her face aligns with my cock, and I grip her hair and say roughly, “Take it. Take it hard and deep and suck as if your life depends on it.”
She does as I say, groaning as my cock hits the back of her throat, her desperation hanging heavy in the air as I command her like a common slut.
As I face fuck my wife, it’s as if I’m the most powerful man in the world. She has my heart and my mind, and currently has me by the balls. Whatever she desires will be hers, and she only has to tell me to stop, and I will.
My mind is on fire as I give into the sensation, and as I hover on the edge, I growl sharply and pull away, gripping her hand and tugging her to her feet.
“Tell me to stop.” I command her, and she shakes her head; her eyes glazed with lust.
“No. I want to see the whole of you.”
My blood is on fire as I grip her hard, memories resurfacing, swirling around me like ghosts of my past.
Faceless women, begging me on all fours as I pound into them from behind, their cries of ecstasy echoing around my frozen heart. I was unfeeling, unseeing and only intent on quelling the madness.
“Simeon.”
Her voice commands and I push her against the wall, her back hitting hard as the madness takes over my mind. The screams of my victims drown out her voice, their blood crawling through my veins, staining my soul.
I push up against her neck, images blurring of men I’ve killed, women I’ve fucked, insanity firmly in control. My grip tightening, madness blurring my vision.
“Simeon.”
Her soft voice holds no judgment, merely clawing me back from the abyss, focusing my mind.
A soft hand touches my face, stroking it, calming it, soothing the flames.
Her lips close around mine, breathing fresh life into a jaded soul that charred many years ago. Her soft skin pressing against mine as she whispers, “Let it out, show me who you really are.”
My cock is so hard as it hovers against paradise and as she lies flat against the wall, she edges me nearer to home with her voice.
“I want you, Simeon. I want all of you.”
She cups my balls and glides me home, and the moment I enter her, everything stills.
She kisses my neck, soft, loving almost, and as I push inside, insanity is replaced with a different kind of emotion. One I’m not used to.
“Do you want to hurt me?”
Her breath hitches as my eyes focus on the whips and chains on the wall behind us. The reflection in the mirror a painting of depravity, and I am fully aware of how to use every fucking one of them.
Once again, the images blur as I move inside my woman, slowly, savoring the sensation of being exactly where I need to be.
“No.”
“I want you to.”
I don’t recognize the woman I’m inside right now as she begs me to do something that goes against every screaming bone in my body.
“I can’t hurt you. Why would you ask me to?”
My voice is ragged, my breathing out of control, and her voice slides through my soul like a calming ocean.
“Because I want to see the monster’s claws who lives inside my husband on my terms and not when I least expect it.”
My vision blurs as I move faster, her request agreed, ripping into her with no regard, her back hitting hard against the unrelenting walls.
I grasp her neck, choking her as I have done before, both in pleasure and with the intent of extinguishing life.
I am an enforcer by trade and a dominant by pleasure.
I don’t deserve an innocent soul to ruin; I don’t deserve Alice.
She is good; I am not. She is an angel. I am not.
We shouldn’t work, but we do, and now she wants me to corrupt her in my ways.
“NO!”
With a deep growl, I pull her tightly against me, my breath racing as I focus on the depravity surrounding us. The screams from the floor below us still echo in my mind, and the demands of a woman who should fear the man she married are driving me to become the very beast that I am.
“I can’t hurt you, angel, even when you beg me to. I physically can’t. I don’t want to. I will not corrupt your soul.”
I hold her tightly, my cock buried deep inside her, and she clings onto me, her arms tightly wrapped around me, and whispers, “I love you, Simeon Ravera, and that is all I needed to know.”
I pull back, taking a moment to focus on her words, and she smiles almost guiltily.
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“For pushing you to your limits, I suppose.”
“Then why?”
“Because I wanted to see the madness inside you for myself. Some say I married a monster; I disagree. You’re not my grandfather or my father, and I kind of needed to see that for myself.”
“But you haven’t seen the monster I am, Alice. You haven’t witnessed my delight in spilling a man’s blood while twisting a knife in his heart and cutting his tongue out so he can’t speak the truth.”
She stills even though I fuck her slowly, our strange conversation causing the most surreal moment in my life.
“I need you to be that monster, Simeon.”
“Why the fuck do you need that?”
Her voice hardens, and she pulls me deeper, her fingernails clawing my back as she hisses, “Because I want you to save my sister and bring Morgan down. I want her to suffer. I want my revenge, and I want it to hurt.”
“Alice–”
She bites down hard on my neck, and I swear I fall in love all over again and as she grips my balls she hisses, “I’m no angel, Simeon, not even close and I am willingly stepping into the madness, and this is the perfect place for that.
Together we will put an end to this and right many wrongs, and if at the end we walk away victorious, I will have the rest of my life to enjoy by your side.
Creating our family, teaching them that love overcomes any obstacle, but to be strong, ruthless and powerful and to take no prisoners. ”
Her husky moan tells me her words excite rather than horrify her and as I rub my thumb on her clit, her body tenses, and clenches my cock hard, milking it, owning it and causing the biggest orgasm I have ever experienced to crash though my body like a wrecking ball.
This time the screams I hear are when an angel breaks. When her soul shatters and releases the demon trapped inside. Alice has been shaped into my dream woman, and together we will end this once and for all.
Together we will revenge every person who has betrayed her, and as I pull back, I stare into her eyes and whisper with brutal sincerity, “I may be a monster, Alice, but a monster is exactly what you need right now. But know this: I love you more than anything, and I would kill every human on this planet to place a smile on your face.”
“That’s all I needed to know.”
She rests her head on my shoulder, and as we cling together in the ugliest of places, my thoughts turn to what happens next.
Desire. For retribution, for control, and for righting the wrongs of a man who should have put his family first. A man I never want to be, will never be, because the only thing that matters now in my life is the family I never thought I’d find.
Now I have, God help anyone who stands in the way of that.