Chapter 38 Kat
Chapter thirty-eight
When Henry, Sasha, and my dad formed this plan, it sounded so straightforward.
Lure Linda under the guise of Henry wanting to be rid of me.
Give her a sob story about how he was sorry he had fallen for my “teenage whorishness,” then bring her back to a property that Sasha owns to question her, get a confession, and turn her over to the police.
Whatever this old house is, it’s creepy.
I’m with Sasha and one of his “men,” sitting and waiting for Henry and Linda to show up.
I thought briefly about asking Sasha why he owns a house in the sketchy part of town, but I think I finally get the picture.
I really do not want to know what Sasha gets up to.
I’m trying to stay strong and stay mad at Linda, but I’m starting to have second thoughts about all this.
Maybe she’s not necessarily psycho, just misguided.
Or she is psycho, and that’s really not her fault.
I certainly know firsthand how awful our family can be.
She might need a mental hospital instead of a jail.
I tried mentioning this to Henry, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
To him, she needs to be punished accordingly for attempting to kill me.
Not to mention the murders she successfully committed.
Sasha, similarly, wouldn’t hear of showing any mercy.
Ivan, when I tried to broach the subject, mumbled something under his breath in Russian about the police being the least of her worries.
While Sasha, Ivan, and some other very large men wait in one of the back rooms of this house for Henry’s all clear, I try to remind myself that he will handle this, and once it’s over, we can live in peace.
I turn my attention back to chatting with Sasha about his plans for the new year.
He’s being vague, but it sounds like he might spend a lot more time here, so I’ll get to see him more.
“I had to kill her before she could ruin you by getting pregnant! The last thing you need is a half-whore abomination of a baby, Henry, can’t you see!” Linda screams, and I see red.
Oh, this bitch. Any hint of sympathy I may have held for her is gone in an instant.
She wasn’t just coming for me. I completely understand Henry’s point of view now.
She deserves no mercy. Sasha and my dad see my clenched jaw and nod at Henry, each kissing the top of my head as they leave the building.
Whatever they saw in my eyes showed them their work is done here.
Henry’s obviously heard enough as well, as he places a piece of duct tape over her mouth.
One of Sasha’s men pulls a bottle from his pocket before yanking Linda’s head back and placing a few drops in each of her eyes. She tries to close her eyes before screaming under the tape.
“What is that?” I ask, happy that this monster is feeling some pain after all she’s inflicted on my family.
The man replies in a thick Russian accent. “To keep eyes open. Will hurt more to close.”
Henry thanks him and pats him on the back as he exits, leaving only the two of us with Linda, who clearly wants to close her eyes but can’t.
Arranging the furniture in the room, Henry moves one chair into the center, facing Linda but ten feet away.
She eyes him warily, and I have no idea what he’s going to do next.
I’ve seen him almost lose control—on the plane when Ivan offered to take me back.
I’ve seen him actually lose control—when he left in a fury to go accuse Ivan of being behind the threat to me and Pavel.
Now, he seems very in control, and it’s more intimidating than anything I’ve seen before.
He sits in the chair, patting his knee in a gesture for me to come. I perch myself on his lap with my arms around his neck, and he takes a long inhale of the crook of my neck before facing Linda. His voice is steady, calm, and utterly terrifying.
“I’ll level with you, Linda. You’ve killed multiple people, in cold blood, with no regard for their families or the lives you were destroying.
I could give a fuck about any of them. In fact, by killing Pavel Taranov, you allowed my wife to meet her true father much earlier than she likely would have otherwise.
So thank you for that, I suppose,” he says conversationally.
He’s rubbing soft circles on my back with one hand and my thigh with the other, and I find myself soothed that he’s safe and here.
With Linda tied up and obviously no longer a threat, I feel safe for the first time in too long.
I know Sasha and Ivan are outside with their men, and hopefully, this will all be over soon.
Henry’s hand starts moving up my inner thigh, and I tense.
He squeezes to reassure me, and I relax further into his embrace.
“Your mistake was thinking that you knew better than me, and that you deserved to have any say in my life whatsoever. Your life was forfeit the moment that you decided to try to murder my wife!” His booming voice at the end of his sentence is the only thing that betrays his anger, and I’m still considering the fact that he said “forfeit her life” when he continues.
“The wine you drank contains the same poisonous fruit you’ve been using on your murderous rampage, the same kind you sent to try to take my wife from me,” he says, and Linda screams beneath her duct tape.
“That’s right. At most, you have two hours left now, so we’d best get started.
Whatever pathetic jealousy you’ve felt is about to be magnified, because the last thing you’re going to see before you die is how beautiful my wife is when I fuck her.
If we’re lucky, tonight will be the night we make the baby you were so enraged by.
That is, if she’s not pregnant as we speak. ”
Before I can even process what he just said, he’s flipped me around to straddle him on the chair, my legs dangling on either side of his. I can feel his dick throbbing underneath me, and despite myself, I squirm, chasing the friction.
“She tried to take you from me,” he whispers.
“And she’s going to die for it, soon. She was delusional and wanted me, and I’m ensuring that she’s in misery for every last second of her pathetic existence.
We’re going to ignore her completely, and you’re going to take me right now, in all three of your little holes.
Because you. Are. Mine. Isn’t that right, little girl? ”
I see it now, buried behind the dilated black of his pupils.
Henry hasn’t loved before me, and he never would again if I was taken from him.
He’s given me every bit of himself, and in return, he demands all of me.
He’s killing for me, defending our future family, and I have no doubt he would again.
I knew when he told me he loved me and he’d burn the earth for me that he meant it, and now he’s showing me.
I’m not sure what it is within him that needs to make Linda suffer in this way, but I can see in his eyes that he’s begging me to trust him.
It doesn’t matter to me why he needs this.
He wants to claim me here, end this nightmare, then put it all behind us so we can go home.
I give him the only answer I’ll ever feel, because I am his.
“Yes, Daddy.”
His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering with pleasure as he squeezes my hips. When his gaze meets mine again, it’s playful, and I find myself excited for the pleasure I’m about to receive. Even with a dying audience in an uncomfortable room, being in Henry Sinclair’s arms is worth any price.
“On your knees, Kitten. Help Daddy get his cock wet,” he purrs, and I swear I can already feel my wetness threatening to slide down my thighs. I love it when he’s bossy, and tonight, he’s getting whatever he wants.
Sliding to rest between his knees, he stops me before I touch the ground.
Unbuttoning his shirt, slowly, and dropping his cuff links to the floor, I revel in the sight that’s displayed for me.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see his defined shoulders, dark chest hair, muscular waist…
the view never gets old. He crumples his shirt and places it on the floor for me to kneel on, removing his belt to make my job easier.
I make quick work of getting his hard cock out of his pants, immediately licking up the precum that’s dribbling from the tip and getting to work.
“Fuck. I’ll never get over your mouth, little girl.
You know exactly how Daddy likes his cock sucked, don’t you?
” he says. I pull off his dick to spit on it, saliva leaving a trail from my tongue to his tip when I lean back.
I continue to work him, but he stops my hand before I can play with his balls.
“If you make me come down your throat, I’ll be very upset with you, Kitten,” he warns, and I lick around his crown before murmuring into his tip.
“Sorry, Daddy.”
That’s all it takes for him to snap, taking control and fucking my throat deeply as I moan around him, gagging every few thrusts, which seems to spur him on.
“Such a thirsty girl, loving my cock down her throat like this. My good fucking girl.”
I moan louder, knees wide and searching for any friction at all on my clit before he stops and pulls me up into his lap, straddling him again but facing away from him. He pulls me flush against him with one big hand around my throat, and squeezes.
“Look at my cock, Kitten. If I hadn’t already been inside you, I’m not sure I’d believe it’s going to fit,” he says, voice raspier now, before nibbling behind my ear.
I look down, and he’s right, sitting on him with his dick standing proudly against my stomach, it almost reaches my breasts.
It’s definitely past my belly button. I clench around nothing, knowing exactly how good it feels when he fills me.
Wiggling my hips, I rub my clit against him, desperate for anything at all.