Chapter Twenty-Seven
I feel the red shirt sticking to my skin like a second layer. The blood darkened and the metallic smell doesn't affect my nose anymore.
I feel numb, but not in the way that I can't feel my body. I feel a numbness that consumes me, in a way that makes me want to bring hell on earth.
I walk around the house, leaving red footprints on the ground. I stop at Vincent's room and I open the door lightly to make sure he's sleeping.
It's almost midnight and my body isn't close to be tired. I stood eleven hours to bring them despair and pain. Their begs fed my hunger and their screams made my demons dance in satisfaction.
I was nowhere done with them, but the open wounds and the acid made Pablo and Teddy die from pain.
"Is her pussy as tight as her ass? Man, I feel so jealous of you right now." Teddy provokes me and with the chains wrapped around his neck, I tug him hard to meet my fist.
He's asking to be buried deep in the ground until the worms are eating him alive.
"You messed with the wrong man, almost Senator." I smirk when his eyes burn with anger. The fucker wanted to be Senator more than his big brother, but he didn't know how to cheat like him.
I grab the chains and choke him until he's white and asking for air. His neck is red because of the abuse and his arms are trying to lose the hold.
"Look at Pablo," I whisper to him. Teddy's eyes move toward his friend's figure and almost whimpers when he sees the burnt flesh. "Because you're next."
Two down, one more to go.
Enrique might think he escaped now, but the moment I see his face, he better pray and ask for forgiveness. Because I don't have any to give.
I close the door to Vincent's room and head over to the garage. Tomorrow, I have to tell him that his father is dead. I don't think he'll care that much. Or, I hope he won't care. Hanibal was a good father to Vincent and Keres, but the little kid is more loyal to his sister than anyone else.
I don't know how Hanibal died, but I know he suffered. Makhim made sure to revenge his entire bloodline that was killed by Hanibal. And I know one of those people is his wife.
Entering the garage, I see two of my men standing next to the cars that I own. They look at me with respect and I motion them to leave. I feel the blood staining my back and I open my shirt with a tug.
A weird noise comes from where Althea's devils should be, but there's no sight of them. I approach the noise and I see my wife, on her knees, measuring a quantity of grains for her dogs.
My body relaxes at her figure and my heart starts pumping at a normal rate. It's unbelievable how many
things happened in a month. All the fights, all the ignorance, new member that joined our family, some of them left it. All these things led us in this moment in which my mind quiets at just one glance of her. Thirty days and I feel like we moved mountains.
"You're on your knees for your dirt bags but not your husband. Should I be offended?" I ask her with a rough voice and Althea turns to face me. Her big, brown eyes look at the blood that's dripping from my clothes and with little steps she comes toward me.
"Whose blood is this?" She asks with a tremble. Seeing her panicked face, I let all jokes aside and focus on her.
"Theirs, baby." I whisper to her even though we're the only ones here. "I tortured Pablo and Teddy for eleven hours and they died because of the pain." Althea's eyes linger all over my body and with shaky hands, she grabs the bloody shirt and takes it off me.
My tattoos are covered in the red liquid and my skin feels uncomfortable.
I flinch at Althea's cold finger as she traces a streak of blood until she meets my V-line. I inhale sharply and let her finger discover my body. Her concentrated face makes me want to kiss her so badly and I don't think I have the needed amount of control right now.
Althea traces lines all over my upper body and looks mesmerized by the view. I look down and my breathing stops when I notice a big sword that starts from between my pectorals and ends with the sharp metal right above my pelvis.
I groan and I take her hair in a fist, slamming my lips down on her, desperate for only my wife.
Althea's tongue invades my mouth and I wrap my arm around her, slamming her body to my bloody one.
Her whimpers are hardening my cock, her fingers tugging my hair until my scalp hurts.
Feeling like it's not enough, I gather her in my arms, her legs wrapping around my torso, dry-humping me until I feel like exploding. Althea still wears my black shirt and there's no sight of pants.
Did she stay like that in front of my guards?
I growl at the though and I walk fastly, my hands resting on her ass in a painful hold. I throw her on my BMW, the one that she ruined, and rip the shirt of her. My eyes are fixed on her brownish, tight nipples and at the black panties she's wearing.
I bury my head in her neck and bite her flesh until she's trashing under me. My hands are all over her and my body keeps her on the hood. Her moans are messing with my head and I rip her underwear off to until she's naked under me. Her warmth is caressing my already hot skin and the sight of her brings me to my knees.
"You stayed almost naked in front of my men?" I ask her while grazing my teeth on her neck. I know the truth, but I want to hear her say it.
"Yes," Althea moans when I pinch her nipple.
"You ruined my car like the brat you are?"
"Mhm, yes," Her hands grab my bloody back and she pushes my cock on her wet clit.
"So greedy." I groan when my cock almost breaks the fly from my jeans.
I straighten and I almost lose it. Her body has spots of blood from my body, her nipples are red and swollen and her pussy is so wet that I can smell it from here. I look into her eyes for consent and with one last look at the sword she drew, she nods.
"You want me to fuck you while we're both covered in their blood?" I groan and I unbuckle my belt in one
move.
My cock springs out and slams to my abs, looking veiny and light purple. I pump it a few times, knowing I won't last long.
"Please," My movements stop when I hear her pleas, my blood boiling. "Please don't hold back. I want you to fuck me raw like the world will tear us apart."
My breaths are uneven and I feel my heart against my ribcage. My hand squeezes my tip and with one last look at her, I turn her so that her stomach is on the hood and her ass is facing me.
I want you to fuck me raw like the world will tear us apart , she said.
"My little fox, you asked for it." I murmur and I wrap my right hand around her waist, keeping her still, and I slam into her in one, hard thrust.
Her back arches and a loud moan leaves her lips. Althea tries to hold onto something but the car isn't helping her, so I take her hands and keep them glued to her back with mine. I don't wait for her to adjust to my size and with powerful pumps, I fuck her as she asked.
As I like.
The hot walls of her pussy are sucking me in like a vixen, feeling as I hit the spot that drives her crazy. Althea's moans turn into whimpers and all she says are messy "Fuck, yeah," and that makes me hit deeper into her.
My fingers dig into her skin until I leave marks all over her. The sound of my cock meeting her wet pussy it's the most delicious thing I've ever heard.
The car starts moving when my thrusts are becoming slower and harder, but I don't stop. It feels impossible to stop.
Like I might die if I don't have her wrapped around me.
"Make it hurt." Althea whispers and I try to hold back.
I know she can take everything I give her, but sometimes I get too rough. Like I can't control my body anymore and I don't want to actually hurt her. She is the one thing that makes me wake up in the mornings. The one that I last think about when sleep possesses me.
She is my present.
I release her hands from my hold and in a blink, I take off my belt and roll it on my palm. I look down and stare at the way her pussy welcomes me with each pump, feeling myself grow bigger and bigger until it hurts.
"Happy anniversary, little wife." I murmur and smack the belt to her left cheek, hearing her gasp.
I continue to thrust into her hard and deep, rolling her hair into my other hand. I tug her head back until her face is under mine and I smirk at the flush in her face.
"You're a quiet one, huh. Don't worry, I'll make you a screamer." And I hit her other ass cheek with the belt and slam my lips on hers.
Her moans grow louder and her body trembles under my touch. Looking at her in this position makes me move faster, my movements becoming messier. She is so beautiful that my heart can't beat normally around her.
Another smack and this time her screams wake the dead.
"Good girl," I whisper because my voice trembles too much from the pleasure that forms in my lower
back and balls.
I'm losing my mind.
I'm losing myself in her.
Her ass is red and dry stains of blood is covering her entire body. This is my favorite view of her. Completely at my mercy, begging for more like a perfect vixen.
"Oh, Ev-Keaton," She shutters and my mind is too twisted to even register what she said. Her moaning my name is the sexiest thing.
With a last hit on her entire ass, I throw the belt on the ground and grab her butt in my hands, slamming so hard that the car moved a few inches forward. I lean over her and bury my head in her neck, both sweating like animals. The blood starts dripping on the floor and my balls slap on her ass every few seconds.
Althea's body tremble and she goes limp on the hood of the BMW. I feel her cum trying to push my cock out of her and I bring my fingers where my cock is sucked in.
I push two fingers in her pussy while I keep thrusting at an alert phase, finding my own release.
"I feel so stretched," Althea moans and turns her head to kiss me. Her eyes are tired and we both smell like blood and sweat.
Feeling the pleasure at its climax, I remain balls deep in her as I give her all of me. I take my fingers out of her and I feel myself faint.
We both look at each other with wide eyes and breathe like we ran a marathon. Her fingers trace my face and a little smile takes over her face.
"Gracias, Keaton. For everything." And in this moment, I know that if this woman asks me to kill myself or to hand her my mafia, I'll do it. I will make everyone bleed for her, worship her.
Because she deserves everything in this world. And I'll make sure she gets it, even if it means losing myself in the process.