Chapter 7 Showtime #2
The cage was only exciting when there was a wild animal trapped inside it, and I wanted to keep my circus alive and thriving so I could relive the greatest transformation ever seen on repeat.
No one could set my blood on fire the way she did when her volcanic glares melted into those pretty crystal tears.
And while I loved the deep scratch of her defiant claws down my back, I had to train my little tiger that rattling her cage was not the threat she thought it was.
“Save it, princess,” I scorned her. “The only thing you’re going to get out of me tonight are the consequences of your deliberate disobedience.”
She clenched her teeth. “If you want to take tonight’s failures out on me, then go ahead, give my body an excuse to vacate your little parasite. I fucking dare you.”
And there was the provocation that would have earned her the blistered ass she wouldn’t be able to sit on for a week.
But Jaden was somewhat right in her little threat.
While her body was well-trained for my brand of violence, I knew she was limited in what her fragile state could tolerate.
And I had no interest in pushing those boundaries now.
Except for one.
“Where’s Camaro, princess?” I asked with a wicked sneer.
The taunt was a dark reminder of the kind of cruelty Jaden could easily inspire within me with just the right amount of sugar and sass.
Even under the bright whiteness of the moonlight, she managed to become even paler as the blood slowly drained from her face, her silence a deafening blow to her faithful strategy.
“That’s what I fucking thought,” I snapped victoriously, knowing damn well she wouldn’t risk her precious dog.
“The only failures we’ll be addressing tonight are yours.
You were told to stay away from the windows and to remain indoors, yet here you are, out in the open, for all to see. ”
“You mean for him to see,” she shot back under her breath.
Fire thrashed through my veins at her reckless taunt, inspiring the kind of brutal response that would have left her bedridden for days.
Either she was trying to goad me into beating her into a miscarriage or she was intentionally fanning the flames of my anger in hopes I might reveal something of significance to her.
But she wouldn’t be getting either. Instead, I decided to oblige her foolish efforts with something far, far more sinister. If she wanted Jason to see her, then fine, I would let him see her in a way he’d never fucking forget.
“You want to give him a show, little girl?” I growled, tightening my fist in her hair. “Fine. Then let’s give him a fucking show.”
Grabbing the bottom of the large black hoodie she’d been hiding under, I yanked it up over her head, the size of it clearly indicating it was mine, and tossed it away.
“Darren, wait—”
“Shut up,” I snapped, then dragged her flailing body up the daybed and straddled her thighs. Snatching both her wrists, I looped them through the railing connecting the frame of the bed and held them in place while I pulled out my phone.
Activating the cuffs at her wrists, they linked around the railing so her hands were trapped above her head. With her arms secured and her legs still pinned under me, I sat back and glared down at the seething animal that still managed to harden my cock almost instantly.
Her wild red hair fanned across the bed and the way her chest kept rising so rapidly drew my heated gaze to her perfectly pointed nipples peeking through the fabric of her T-shirt. Gripping the neckline, I ripped the flimsy material apart, revealing her bare breasts, just begging for my abuse.
My mouth descended instantly, drawing a pebbled nipple between my teeth while my hand claimed the other one.
Jaden moaned under my ministrations, arching her back and inadvertently pressing herself deeper into my mouth.
My tongue swirled and teased, ceaselessly torturing the little bud, causing Jaden to hiss and squirm under me.
“Darren, stop,” she panted, uselessly twisting her body like she could somehow dislodge herself from me.
“What’s the matter, wife?” I sneered, dragging the flat of my tongue up her nipple.
“This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? For him to see you?
I wonder if he’ll still feel the same once he sees you shamelessly coming all over your owner’s cock.
Or do you not want him to see how much you enjoy what I do to you? ”
When she refused to answer, I grabbed the torn fabric of her shirt and continued to rip it the rest of the way down.
Pressing my knee between her thighs, I pushed them farther apart, spreading her wide so I could grab the thong she still wore and snapped it from her hips.
After revealing every inch of her that belonged to me, primal satisfaction ran deep at the sight of her glistening pussy she thought she could deny existed.
“I wonder if he can see just how fucking wet you are from this angle,” I mocked her, dragging my fingers through the mess and sucking it into my mouth, relishing in her taste. “And how it’s all for me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as I returned my fingers to her pussy, teasing her clit until she was twisting and panting with desperation.
“At least,” she gasped, attempting to catch her breath. “At least I know…that you still don’t have him.”
I couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled up my throat as I grabbed hers and yanked her up as far as her arms would allow.
“Not yet, Jaden, but it’s only a matter of time. And if you want to continue these stupid games with me, then you can have a front-row seat to the bloodiest show you’ll ever see.”
Shoving her back down, I pressed two fingers inside her, feeling her tight channel clench around me just as her back arched. She fought hard to repress the moan caught in her throat, but the second my tongue sucked her clit into my mouth, she lost all sense of rebellion.
The most beautiful cries echoed into the night, her body writhing in undeniable ecstasy as I fucked her with my tongue and fingers. If Jason wanted to watch her from afar, let him see this—let him see me owning every inch of my wife’s body. Let him see what he would never have again.
Jaden suddenly came hard, violently erupting around me as I fucked her straight through the orgasm, prolonging it until I knew her cries could be heard from across the damn ocean.
When it was over, she lay there while her chest heaved, her eyes gleaming with the shame of how easily she gave in to me. And I sought to choke her with it.
“Do you think he enjoyed that?” I purred, withdrawing my fingers to place them in my mouth, my dick pulsing at how fucking good she always tasted. “He definitely knows you certainly did.”
She took several deep breaths, working to calm her erratic heartbeat before licking her lips and finding her strained voice.
“I know I can’t convince you to let him live,” she huffed between labored breaths, her cheeks still beautifully flushed from her orgasm. “But it would cost you nothing to spare her from this life.”
Jaden’s eyes were hooded but dilated as she stared up at me, glittering with a misguided hope she had no right to contend for. Glancing down, I shook my head as my thumb grazed along the puckered pink scar at the side of her pelvis, the one that almost cost me everything.
At least she had one thing right. There wasn’t a damn thing she could do to convince me to spare Jason from the lengthy torment I had planned for him.
But the fact that Jaden still believed she could save Kayla a second time from our world told me she was still clinging to an old faith she should have abandoned long ago.
It would serve her nothing but disappointment.
She should know better by now.
“I taught you a long time ago that you have nothing to bargain with, princess,” I reminded her. “My decisions are final, and you will accept them.”
The memory of the time Jaden had once threatened me with suicide if I went after her family played in the back of my head.
She had tried to bargain her life for theirs, promising me undying loyalty if I agreed to her terms. And even then, her threats and promises held no sway.
Because everything she tried to barter with was already mine. She just hadn’t realized it yet.
But she would learn that I didn’t live my life by her terms, and neither did she.
Everything she had, everything she was, every cell, every breath, every thought—it was all mine.
And Jaden couldn’t bargain with things she didn’t own.
You’d think my wife would have come to terms with that by now, but apparently not.
“From the first day I met you, you’ve been nothing but cruel to me. And I have endured it with more grace than you deserve,” she murmured, her eyes now stuck on the canopy above us. “Would it really be so much for you to do one merciful thing…for me?”
I sighed as I ran my fingers along her perfect body, trying not to react to Jaden’s newest tactic in manipulation. Did she really think a guilt trip was going to work on me? Her desperation must have been eating her alive.
“If mercy is what you want, then I suggest you grant yourself some and put Kayla out of your mind for good,” I replied, my voice taking on a venomous yet compassionate tone.
“Maybe you can convince yourself of that lie you once told me and pretend she really is dead. She might as well be to you anyway.”
Reaching for my zipper, I pulled it down and released my painfully aching cock, stroking the length before placing myself at her sopping wet entrance. When I shoved deep inside her, Jaden’s body bowed to mine, a moaned gasp on her lips as she clenched her eyes shut.
“Please,” she whispered, the desperation in that one little word stoking a fire in me that was close to lashing out. “I just want—”
Reaching up, I slammed my hand over her lips, cutting her off mid-sentence.