PART TWO
W hat the fuck?
I ignore the object he just placed inside of my pussy and turn to my psychotic husband , who’s just grinning like a kid in a candy store. He looks so fucking proud right now and I’m just gobsmacked.
Turning back, I stare into the sickly, sunken eyes of none other than Santino-fucking-Ferrero. Who, by the way, looks a lot worse for wear. He’s significantly thinner and his skin has taken on a grayish pallor as opposed to the olive tones I had no choice but to look at every day for ten years.
The first emotion I feel tearing through me is an unfettered rage that boils beneath my skin and rushes through my veins at the fact that Adris had the nerve to bring him here.
But then I take in the fact that he’s heavily chained to a chair. They seem a bit excessive, noting just how frail he looks sitting there, staring at me like he’s seeing a ghost.
I guess he is, though.
Adris presses his chest to my back and wraps his arms around me before bending down to speak over my shoulder.
“Surprise!” he whisper-shouts. The sudden sound of his voice causes Santino to snap out of whatever stupor he was in and starts to fight and pull against his restraints, albeit weakly.
“What the fuck?” His eyes widen when they finally focus on me. “You’re supposed to be dead.”
I look at Adris who barks out a laugh that makes Santino jump.
“He doesn’t remember much around the time his fucking house exploded.
” He shrugs, walking around me and up to a table that’s covered in a black cloth with…
Yeah, that’s a fucking giant, shiny red bow.
Whatever is under the table is legitimately wrapped up like a gift.
I point at the red monstrosity, ignoring Santino’s sputtering. “What’s that?”
He looks back and forth between me and the table a few times, his brows raised, “Oh, this? Another little honeymoon gift for you, Wraith.”
“Honeymoon?” Santino slurs, looking at Adris. “You were supposed to kill her, and you married her instead? She’s a fucking soiled cum dum?—”
SLAP.
His head jerks to the side and my hand stings from how hard I hit him.
Shaking it out, I look to Adris, who looks like he’s ready to pry Santino’s head from his shoulders with his bare hands.
I walk up to him until my chest brushes his abs and look up at him.
He’s not looking at me, though. I can feel him physically vibrating from anger.
Reaching beneath his shirt, I run my nails up his stomach, digging them in hard enough to make him hiss, and his attention snaps back to me.
I quirk a brow when he just stares at me. “You were about to show me my honeymoon gift?”
His posture relaxes and he smirks at me. “Right.” He snaps his fingers, and gestures for me to follow him the two steps it takes to get to the table. With all the finesse in his body, he pulls the cloth from the table, revealing… tools.
Like… murder tools.
All laid out in perfect rows are dozens of different knives, hammers, chains, saws, and there are even fucking forks and spoons laid here, but also… candy hearts. I want to laugh at those, but instantly, I recognize those mortifying broad-tipped arrows laying inches from my hand.
Adris sees me eyeing them and he picks one up, rolling it between us fingers as he rounds the table and closes the distance between us. He holds it out to me in offering and I take it.
“I promised that I’d let you be the one to drive the arrow directly through his heart?—”
“Wait—” Santino tries to butt in.
“His kill is yours, Wraith, ” Adris says, hopping up on the table and swinging his feet. He gestures to a struggling Santino. “Have some fun.” He winks. “He’s completely detained. No part of him will be able to get to you.”
My fingers begin to tremble around the arrow when I look away from Adris and back to Santino.
The man who was supposed to kill me a decade ago, but took me to keep as a pet instead.
He overworked me as a child, then used and abused me as an adult.
Degraded and debased me, reduced me to nothing more than a subservient vessel, trained to crave his punishing hands and utterly hate myself for it every day.
My anger turns to fury the longer I look at the pathetic man in front of me.
“Hold this.” I turn back to the table and slap the arrow against Adris’ chest.
“Yes, ma’am,” he growls, dragging his tongue across the straight of the arrow where my hand held it. It’s doing things to me with how feral he looks right now., “Fuck him up, baby girl.”
My face flushes at the nickname and my eyes flick to his, the silver in them practically glowing with excitement when I pick up a small rubber mallet.
Santino spots the new weapon in my hand and actually has the balls to scoff at me when I hesitate just long enough to gather myself.
“Odessa.” He tuts, albeit weakly. “You can’t even do it, can you? All these years, and it seems you’ve still lost your fight.” His eyes light up in victory as he drags my traumas back to the surface, the mallet feeling even heavier in my hand. “When exactly did that happen, hm? ”
“Shut up,” I grit through clenched teeth, shifting on my feet. Adris watches closely in my peripheral vision but makes no move to aid me.
“Was it the first time I bent you over?—”
CRACK!
His words are cut off on a wail so loud I swear it rattles my brain. But that’s the sound I’d hoped for when I raised the hammer over my head and threw all my body weight into swinging it down as hard as I could, dead center on his right hand.
Blood splatters where the bones have popped through the skin, and instantly his hand is mangled. The same hand that touched me the moment I turned eighteen.
I think I sort of fall into a blackout daze after that. I don’t come back into my own mind until Adris’ whooping and hollering startles me, and I realize I’m covered in blood and the mallet is on the floor, lying in a puddle of mixed bodily fluids.
Santino is sobbing from one side of his mouth because the other side is bruised and bloody. There are teeth littering his lap and his face, hands, and knees are busted all to hell.
What the fuck? Did I do this?
Adris cackles when I fight a gag, and I glare at him as he sits there like a fucking child, happily swinging his feet to-and-fucking-fro, while one hand squeezes around his hardening cock and the other pops those fucking candy hearts in his mouth.
I roll my eyes, squaring my shoulders and leveling my eyes back on Santino, a smirk tugging at my lips when I see the tears gathering in his one good eye that hasn’t swollen shut yet, sputtering with blood and drool falling from his lips with every silent plea.
My smirk disappears completely and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me when a sudden buzzing sensation starts vibrating from within my pussy and I yelp in surprise.
Adris’ back meets my front as he keeps me from collapsing at the sudden burst of pleasure that whips up my spine and back down again.
His lips brush the shell of my ear as he wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my lower belly. “You should know better than to roll your eyes at me, little Wraith .”
I can hardly focus on Santino as he pitifully wails and curses me to hell and back with practically no teeth.
“W-what did you put inside of me?” My question is nothing more than a rasp.
“A vibrator,” he chuckles against my ear and I shiver, biting back a moan when it causes my walls to clamp around this… toy. “Or rather, a pleasure-bringing placeholder for my cock, if you will.”
“But… w-why?”
“Because,” a sharp nip at my shoulder makes me yelp, forcing Santino’s bleary-eyed attention back to me, “you need to remember that your pleasure is always mine. That you can find pleasure within pain. And that there is always pleasure to be found,” he presses my OTF knife into my palm and wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to press the button that unsheathes the blade, “when you’re the one inflicting the pain. ”
His silver eyes darken when he turns them onto Santino. “Isn’t that right, motherfucker?”
The pure venom he’s injected into his words is a clear indicator that the question was purely rhetorical. Adris rounds me until his chest is pressed to mine, and he cups my bloody face in his large palms. His silver eyes look so alive that it borders on jubilant as he takes me in.
His thumb swipes across my cheek, smearing the blood and his tongue darts out, swiping across his bottom lip as he growls, “You’re a fucking vision in red, wife. ”
I shiver at his term of endearment. Two weeks married to this man and already it feels like a lifetime, yet never enough either.
I’m about to combust when the vibrating stops suddenly.
I don’t even have time to whine because Adris is claiming my mouth with his own.
It’s oddly slow and incredibly sensual. Taking his time to taste me as if Santino isn’t blubbering and wailing and pleading for his life three feet away.
Cursing our existence through the new gaps in his remaining teeth.
When he pulls away, he presses one of his arrows into my hand.
“His soul is yours for the reaping, Wraith.”
I remain in Adris’ grip when I turn my head to look at Santino. My body starts to vibrate with the onset of an adrenaline spike and I take a step towards him.
“For so fucking long I’ve waited for this exact moment,” I say, pleasantly surprised by the strength in my voice. “You took everything from me. My mother, my life, my fucking innocence. You even managed to turn my own father against me in the end.”
The tips of my bare toes meet his and I stand before him, arrow in hand. Using the blade of the broad tip, I slice through the top button of his shirt like butter and he flinches.
Good.
“You hurt me.”
Pop. Another button.
“Abused me.”
Pop.
“Broke me.”
Pop. Pop. Pop.