Chapter 23 #2
Then the bag was removed from my head, and across the carriage from me sat my husband.
Half of his face was still puckered with scars, the gaping hole where his left eye had been he kept uncovered, and his wooden leg was still sprawled carelessly out as he had always sat, so I could see the thick bulge in his pants.
“What are you doing?” I cried. “You’ve just kidnapped me!”
“I’m your wicked husband, remember? I can do as I please.”
“Are you? Where’s the marriage license?” I countered.
He bared his teeth in a savage grin.
“I don’t need a license to own you. I owned you from the first moment I saw you.”
There was a strange warmth in my chest, something almost glowing as it spread through my body.
“Where are you taking me?”
His smile crinkled up the skin around his remaining eye.
“None of your business, wife. I told you I wouldn’t stop until I had you again. So I hope you didn’t think a fire and losing my leg was going to stop me.”
“No,” I said. “I didn’t think that.”
Gideon cocked his head. “Good. We understand each other now.”
“I understand you to be a cheater, bastard, whoremonger, murderer, poisoner, and overall Devil in human flesh.”
“And?” my husband retorted.
His beard covered scars too. Scars from when he had pulled his beloved Grayspires down around himself to save me.
“And–that’s not proper behavior for a gentleman.”
“What do you care? You aren’t proper yourself. Not deep down in your feral little soul.”
“Yes, I am!”
“A pregnant wife who runs away from her husband? Consorts with a monk? Not proper behavior.”
“I didn’t even consort with him,” I muttered resentfully.
“Of course you didn’t. You don’t want a soft gentle prick. You want a hard damn fucking cock. You want the pleasure only I can give you.”
I wasn’t very agile with my big swollen belly, but I put my arms up to stop him, because I knew that tone very well.
“No! I don’t want you!”
Gideon lunged forward, pinning my skirt with his peg leg.
“Tell me when you’ve said something that interests me,” he snarled, flipping me firmly onto my hands and knees. “Because you’re babbling, wife. You know I will be taking you when and where I please.”
Outside, the moors rushed by. Strangely enough, they seemed beautiful to me now. Perhaps it was because the flowering bushes looked so lovely. Or perhaps because I’d grown used to their uncanny wildness.
When I didn’t move fast enough, Gideon pinched my thighs and spread them wide, flipping my skirts up so he could look possessively at my pink cunny. My belly hung down almost to the seat as he pressed down harder on my back.
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not one of your mistresses.”
He snorted, then dug his fingers deep into my hips and pressed his thick length into me, stretching me wide so I had no option other than to take him.
“I’m tired of you running away to a monastery every time I fuck other women.
Fucking brat. So from now on I’ll expect to breed as many pregnancies as I can get out of you.
Don’t be fucking complaining about how many babies you’re going to have.
And because of my generous offer not to stick my prick in whores from now on, you will in return be a good girl and stop trying to escape. ”
“Bastard,” I hissed back at him, groaning as I tried to adjust to his size, feeling like he was going to split me open.
He only chuckled and thrust harder, deep, ravenous thrusts so his heavy testicles slammed against my bottom and thighs.
“That’s it, give it to me, wife. Give me that release on my cock.”
And I did. I would never be fully mastered by him. I would never let him always have his own way. But he could master me in this.
Afterwards he gathered me into his lap and I slept, in peace, in the arms of the man who had planned to murder me.
When I woke up, it was to the feeling of my baby pressing little feet as if they were ready to be out in the world, and I held my belly, eager to feel all the evidence of health and good spirits.
It wouldn’t be long now.
“Get up,” Gideon said. “Despite what you promised me when we got married, you haven’t been a good wife at all, Deliverance. In fact, you’ve caused me a great deal of trouble. However, I am a very generous man.”
His voice was low and wicked, and I sat up, ready for a trick, but to my astonished eyes, I beheld. . . The Gables!
Yes, it was my childhood home, looking almost as pristine and perfect as it did when Gideon Nightshade appeared almost nine months ago to trick me into becoming his wife.
“But–it was sold!” I cried.
His hand was on the door of the carriage, unlocking it so I could scramble out as fast as I could, grabbing my bonnet so it wouldn’t fly away in this sweet spring breeze.
“I bought it back,” he said. “They didn’t want to sell, but I can be quite. . . persuasive.”
Some little shards of my conscience prickled me because I knew exactly how ruthless Gideon could be to get what he wanted, but I shoved them down deep.
“Come in and look around.”
It was absolutely perfect. Everything I could have ever wanted. The furniture had all been replaced and returned to how it had looked.
And Gideon stood there, one big arm crossed over the other. The scars on his cheek stood out starkly in the spring sunshine. Betrayer, villain, twisted and wrong.
But would I choose a soft life if I could?
No, no, I wouldn’t.
“Beautiful location,” I said. “Right on the main road.”
He didn’t mistake my meaning at all, stepping up to grip my face with one scarred hand.
“This time, you will stay where you are put, Mrs. Nightshade. And my prick will stay at home.”
A ridiculous little smile was curving up my lips.
“Maybe I would take that deal.”
“It’s not a deal. It’s what I’m telling you is going to happen.”
“And maybe,” I said. “Maybe I’d like to see the moors again, too. I know Grayspires is gone, but there are other houses there. For our summer home.”
His smile was sharp and feral as he gripped the front of my bodice and raised me up to crush his lips against mine, the full swell of my belly pressing against his massive chest. “I love you.”
I felt breathless, dizzy with his kiss.
“I love you too.”
He grunted with triumph, then lowered me carefully to the ground, his hand protectively over my belly.
“Let’s go inside and decide which room is to be the nursery.”
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