PART TWO #2
“You put on one hell of an act, parading yourself as a made man. One to be respected. To be feared. ” Adris scoffs at my words and I feel his heat at my back again, and his hands begin to explore, working their way up my thighs and hips.
“But everyone knows exactly what you are, Ferrero. Wanna guess what that is?” I prod, tapping the arrow against my temple, feeling empowered as Adris’ touch shifts to my ass, then lower, until he’s gripping the toy he’d placed inside of me.
Santino just glares at me, looking like he wants to murder me, but says nothing.
Adris clicks a button that turns on the vibrator and it zaps to life again.
I involuntarily release this sound that’s some cross between a moan and a gasp when he begins to pump it in and out of me.
My body lurches forward with the rush of pleasure that floods my body, but Adris is there to keep me from collapsing against Santino’s body.
A sharp crack sounds through the air when he slaps my ass with a dark chuckle on his lips.
“Don’t leave me in suspense, baby. Tell me.
” He thrusts the toy into me, hitting that magic spot that has me gasping and wanting to scream his name all at once, “What is the true nature behind the great Santino Ferrero?” he mocks as he peppers my neck with nips and kisses before laving every mark with his sinful tongue.
I moan, then look down into Santino’s one open eye.
“You’re a fucking lying, cheating, traitorous, manipulative piece of shit rapist and coward. ”
I’m seconds away from coming again when Adris rips the toy away from my body again. I’m about to turn around and fucking throttle him, but he beats me to it when he grips my hips in a bruising hold at the same time his long, pierced cock thrusts all the way inside of me in one go.
This time my body is thrown forward, and I have to catch myself on Santino’s bound wrists. My arms are completely outstretched, so he can’t even so much as head butt me if he wanted to.
I can hardly focus on the task at hand when Adris is hitting my g-spot with fucking expert precision.
“ Mmm, ” Adris hums as he sets a punishing pace, fucking me hard enough that my muscles strain to keep my elbows from bucking. “Sorry, baby, I just can’t resist my fucking queen when she rises to power.”
I cry out when he reaches around me and presses his two middle fingers to my clit, rubbing in circles with such a perfect amount of pressure that my pussy spasms around his cock, pulling a hiss from his lips.
A sudden orgasm shoots through my core, spreading to my limbs down to the tips of my fingers and back again, my whole body shuddering at the onslaught of pleasure as I feel every bit of my slick arousal coating Adris’ cock.
Of course, this only spurs him on, because one orgasm is never enough for my psychotic husband.
Santino’s face bunches, disgust wreaking havoc on his busted features, and he spits at me, blood spraying across my face.
“You really are a fucking whore, Odessa. Look at you,” he grits with a lisp. My second orgasm is halted when Adris goes deathly still behind me, his cock still buried six feet deep inside of me. “You disgust me.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. Adris bites back a moan when the sudden sound causes my walls to clamp around his girth.
I grip the arrow, not bothering to wipe my face of his vile blood. He blinks, and my grin falls away, revealing a lethal expression.
“Yeah?” I huff, suppressing the moan that really, really wants to slip free. Raising the arrow, still seated around Adris and his monster dick, I bare my teeth. “Likewise, motherfucker.”
I don’t hesitate.
I shove forward with all of my body weight, Adris’ cock slipping free the moment the arrow pierces Santino’s skin. He shrieks, blood and spit flying, and his body jerks mercilessly, trying to prevent the inevitable.
“Never again will I cower to a lowlife piece of shit like you, Ferrero.”
Adris moans behind me and I peek over my shoulder to see him palming his cock, stroking it while biting his lip, the piercing at the tip completely drenched in my arousal. He looks completely entranced. I’m not sure if it’s from brutally fucking me while I kill a man, or if it’s my words.
Probably both, to be honest.
He’s a freak like that.
But he’s my freak.
“Any last words?” The familiar question barely makes it past my lips when I feel Adris’ fingers press into me, like he truly can’t help himself.
Santino attempts to level me with a glare, but his weakened state has it falling flat. His lip curls up in a snarl. “They’ll all come for you, and I can’t wait to watch you burn in hell.”
His words tug at the back of my mind, but I ignore it for now. I give him my most unhinged smile. “Ladies first.”
I surge forward again, forcing the arrow deeper into Santino’s chest, but Adris was right, the fucker is stuck on something, so I’m stuck here with a half-dead pile of shit before me because I can’t fucking kill him properly.
“Need some help, Wraith?” Adris asks, coming up behind me and wrapping his hand around mine while his other hand is busy stroking my pussy lazily.
“Please,” I beg, though I can’t be sure if it’s for him to make me come again or to help me kill Santino already.
“Push, baby,” he murmurs, like what we’re doing is something sweet and intimate.
At the same time, we shove the arrow and something fucking squelches , making me gag. Santino’s body quakes for mere seconds before he stills, his head falling at an odd angle.
Adris is quick to pull me upright and away from Santino Ferrero’s body.
“I—We did it.” I huff a laugh, chock-full of disbelief. “He’s dead.”
“ You did it, Odessa,” Adris croons behind me, his hands running over the blood splattered on my body. “You were fucking magnificent. A reaper in her own right.”
Before he can say another word, I turn, raking my arms down the solid metal table, shoving all of the tools to the floor with a deafening clatter. I grab Adris by the fabric of his shirt and shove him until he stumbles back against the table, and push some more until he’s forced to lay back.
I grab my OTF knife from the floor and quickly climb on top of my killer until I’m straddling his waist. My aching clit rubs against the hard underside of his cock when I rock back and forth, coating his form length with my wetness.
Adris eyes the knife when I click open the release. His eyes flash in warning and intrigue. “ Odessa ? — ”
“ Don’t,” I hiss, but it turns into this embarrassing mewling sound when I grip his length and sink down onto him, inch by agonizing inch until I’m fully seated to the hilt.
Uncaring of my warning and my knife now poised at his throat, he reaches up and pulls on the shirt so hard that buttons fly everywhere, my breasts bouncing free from the force of it.
He grips my neck at my jaw and pulls until we’re nose to nose, always ever his silent display of who’s really in charge.
“I’ve told you before, wife . ” He smirks when my breath hitches at the combination of his hips bucking up into me, and his hands guiding me, encouraging me to keep up the pace. “If you’re going to hurt me,” he presses the blade lower until it begins to cut through the fabric, “make it count.”
I cut through the rest of his shirt until it falls to his sides, exposing his lean, chiseled body, his scattered ink proudly on display for me.
“Don’t worry, Adris,” I moan at the sight of him and up my pace, grinding my hips back and forth until his cock is hitting me so deep that it hurts. I don’t dare slow down, though, because his piercing is pressing into that sweet spot within me. “I plan to.”
My eyes lock on the bullet wound in his chest, right over a tattoo of an anatomical heart that he got shortly after saving me… again.
I grip his face at his jaw, squeezing his cheeks like he’s done to me so many times and lean in close until my lips brush his. His expression is unreadable, but I revel in the feel of this throat bobbing beneath my hold. His cock throbs inside of me as I slowly roll my hips against him again.
“I want to hurt you,” I grit, squeezing harder.
“I want to deliver unto you the pain that I felt when you held that arrow over my heart. Knowing in the back of my mind that the man I dreamt of rescuing me everyday was the very same man who wanted to kill me. And in that moment, I wanted to die.” I hiccup, caught off guard by the emotion clogging my throat.
Aris’ head tilts like a curious predator, observing me but not saying anything. Letting me get everything out that I’ve kept bottled up.
I pull back and press down on the blade in my hand, breaking the skin over Adris’ tattoo. He hisses a string of curses through his teeth and his cock grows impossibly harder inside of me while I continue rocking back or forth on top of him.
I laugh, and it sounds a little manic as I curve the cut into the shape of an O.
“You had your chance to kill me when I wanted nothing more than just that. But in taking me from him, by taking my body, my soul, breaking and making and molding me until I fit perfectly with you, you’re stuck with me now, Adris Knox. ”
I make another slice, loving the way his eyes dilate until his pupils swallow up the silver with the pain and pleasure that I’m causing. “You’ve given me no choice but to dig myself deep beneath your skin, and now I am just as much a part of you as you are of me.”
I finish the K with a mewling moan when he reaches between us and starts to rub my clit, completely unfazed by the blood pooling in his chest and neck and groans when my pussy clenches around his length.
“You. Are. Mine. Just as I am yours.” I lean down and drag my tongue over the fresh wound over his heart, much like he did on our very unorthodox and highly sacrilegious wedding day.
I look at him from beneath my lashes and repeat his words from that day back to him. “This is my solemn vow to you, Adris.”
“Always,” he growls, pulling me up to devour my bloody lips.
It’s in this moment that he and I truly become one, wholly.
Uncaring of the corpse of my abuser behind me, I ride Adris, fucking him and hurdling us both closer and closer to the sweet oblivion that we both crave.
We’re a fucking mess and it only serves to heat me from the inside out, pleasure coiling deeply in my core, only for the dam to break a second later when Adris pinches my clit between his fingers that are trapped between us.
“Adris, oh my God —” I come with a cry, my body shaking with my release, so much so that Adris takes over, still roughly fucking up into me from below. His eyes roll back when he reaches his tipping point and he comes with a low, feral growl.
Even as our breathing evens out in the aftermath of what we’ve just done, he looks every bit of the monster that he is right now.
“You are mine, Odessa,” he rumbles before pressing an alarmingly gentle kiss to my lips.
“Mine to ruin. Mine to possess. Mine to absolutely shatter and reshape and mold as I please. My obsession with you knows no fucking bounds. Your life is mine and I intend to see you live it fully, Wraith. ”
“Don’t you know by now,” I whisper against his skin right next to my handiwork on his chest, “there is no life for me without you in it.”
He sits up then, his eyes locked on something behind me, and his expression morphs into some cross between a morbid curiosity and something I can’t quite identify.
He leans in, sweeping my hair to some side before biting down on my shoulder, causing me to whimper and spasm around his half-hard cock that’s still seated deep inside of me.
“I have a feeling this is only the beginning for all of us, Wraith . ”
Just as he drags his tongue up the side of my neck, drawing out a shiver from me, a soft whimper sounds from across the room and Adris chuckles against my skin.
Peeking over my shoulder, that’s when I notice we’re really not alone. And I don’t mean Santino’s dead body.
Calix stands shirtless in the doorway, palming his hard cock through his gray sweats—completely unapologetic in his blatant ogling. But his eyes aren’t on Adris… They’re on me.