Chapter 41
Dominic
My wife inspects the basement cells I’ve been hiding from her. I know she was oblivious to them, but she wanted to be involved. I get why. If someone tried to kill me, I’d want to torture them too. We’re more alike than I realized. Somehow that makes her even sexier to me.
“I didn’t know our basement was a torture chamber,” she muses as she inspects the table full of weapons and instruments of pain. “I guess this must be standard for criminal organizations. I used to hear screams coming from Viktor’s basement. I never went down there, but I knew what was going on.”
Her face doesn’t reveal her emotions. I can’t tell what she’s thinking, but I know any comparison to her father is bad. And I didn’t miss that she called him Viktor, not any term of endearment.
Despite having the same basement as him, it infuriates me that Katerina had to grow up in a home with one.
Was she scared when she heard men being tortured?
Was she a young girl terrified in her own home?
I vow to myself that if we ever have children, these rooms won’t be used. I won’t have our kids living in fear.
Alex moans from where he’s hanging by his arms from the ceiling. He starts to wake up, and when he realizes what state he’s in, he starts fighting against his restraints. It’s futile with the hold the chains have on him.
“You’re wasting your energy.” I warn him in an even, calm tone. I’m not feeling either of those things, but I won’t let him in on it. I may not get my hands dirty as often as Roman has to, but I know the nuances of an interrogation. Showing any emotion is a weakness they can exploit.
My wife, however, doesn’t know this.
“Listen here, you bastard. We have some questions for you, and you’re going to answer them.
Fight it all you want, but we’re getting our answers.
” She pauses, then a sinister grin overtakes her feature.
“In fact, if you fight it, I might enjoy it even more. I’m not satisfied from the beating I gave you earlier. ”
She points the knife she pulled from the table at him. Her manic demeanor placates me. I’d rather her crazy and bloodthirsty than sobbing and inconsolable. My wife’s strength is unmatched. Not even being attacked fazes her.
But Alex, the dumbass, just laughs.
“You don’t scare me. What’s the Bratva Princess going to do with a little knife?” he taunts her.
He’s so fucking stupid testing her. She has more fight in her than any of my men. He underestimates her because she’s a woman, and that’s his mistake. I guess he didn’t learn from his earlier beating.
Katerina just laughs. She throws her head back and lets out a crazed cackle. Then she flicks her wrist. Before I can track it, Alex is mewling in pain. I see the hilt of the knife sticking out of his shoulder, right under his collarbone.
I’m beyond impressed by my wife’s aim. And more than a little turned on.
But she doesn’t stop there. She pulls out another knife and spins it.
The control she has over the blade as it dances through her long, elegant fingers has me instantly hard.
There’s something about her intensity that has me entranced.
“Alex, are you ready to answer some questions now?” Her voice no longer rings with fury, instead carries a sweet tone. It’s menacing in this context but still causes my blood to boil at the thought of her using at other times.
“You’re batshit!” he shouts at her. Tears well in his eyes, and when she takes a step toward him, he blanches. “Dom, you have to stop her! Get your psycho wife on a leash! You can’t let her do this to Syndicate members!”
I open my mouth, ready to respond, but am cut off by my enchanting wife.
“No, no, Alex. We’re talking right now. Just you and me.” She pouts, and for a moment, I’m filled with envy. How come he gets her sweet tone and sexy pouts? Her attention should be all mine.
But then she slashes her knife down his cheek making a gash that looks like he’s been mauled by an animal. By a tiger. My tiger.
Yeah, maybe I don’t want her to treat me like him. A thigh stabbing every now and then is one thing, but I don’t want my face marred.
Alex howls in pain as tears mingle with blood. He thrashes in his chains, begging for release. But his cries land on deaf ears.
“You can’t see it, Dom, but she’s destroying the Syndicate from within. I’m loyal to you and look at what she’s doing to me. Soon it’ll be other members.” His high-pitched justification makes my blood boil.
“She’s done nothing of the sort. You earned her wrath in all its glory.
” I’m transfixed by the scene folding out before me.
My warrior wife removes the knife from his shoulder, causing blood to gush out.
Only to stab it back in just as aggressively.
“Look at her.” I can’t help the awe in my voice.
“She’d be a valuable asset to the Syndicate.
Maybe she’ll be the one to fill your spot. ”
He roars in fury, but I ignore it. The words that started as a taunt, now make so much sense. Of course she’ll be the one to replace him. Except she won’t be as low-leveled as he was. She’s going to rule by my side. Become my Syndicate Queen.
She looks at me in question, all her attention directed at me. I nod and grin at her. This is the perfect resolution. And it’ll stop any of my men from going after her. She’ll truly be one of us.
Alex breaks our connection by blubbering. His reaction seals his fate. If he can never accept my wife, then he doesn’t belong with us.
“Are you done with him? Take your time, if not.” I don’t want to rush her, but I have other plans for us.
She stabs his other shoulder with a smile on her face. Even blood-splattered with a sweat-sheen, she’s breathtaking. Her fury and violence when aimed at someone else is sexy as hell. She’s ruthless, my queen. Irresistible.
“I’m done with him.” Her eyes sparkle in an excited way. Her hips sashay as she stalks towards me. I ache to touch her.
“Do you want to kill him?” It comes out huskily. I don’t care about Alex anymore. All I want is my sinful wife.
“No. But he can’t ever come near me again. Because not only will I protect myself, but my big, sexy husband will too.” When she reaches me, she presses her soft lips on mine.
I instantly pull her into me. My arms tangle around her back and through her short locks.
Her taste overpowers my senses as I lose myself in her.
She wraps one leg around my waist and pulls me in closer.
I grip her thigh and use it to place her heat over my hardness.
She grinds onto me, moaning against my mouth.
I trail my lips lower down her neck, tasting her. I grip her roots and pull her head back revealing more skin. I suck and lick, enjoying her noises.
“Be my Syndicate Queen.” Between nibbles on her neck, I ask it. I say it loud enough so our audience can hear.
“Of course, my husband. My king.” Her husky voice rings through the air.
She claws at my shirt, trying to undress me. As much as I love her enthusiasm, there’s something I need to take care of before we tango.
No one gets to see my wife. And no one lives if they attack her. I changed my mind. I don’t care if she lets him live because I won’t let him. He doesn’t deserve life after attacking my wife.
Without untangling from her, I reach into my waistband and pull out my gun. I don’t even pull my lips from her as I fire the headshot. The bang fills the room, causing her to look behind her. As she turns, I keep my lips locked on her throat.
“Damn, darling. You got him right between the eyes. I’m impressed.” Startled, I pull back and see her eyes shimmering. Her grin is downright salacious. “That was so sexy,” she breathes out at she pulls my shirt off of me.
I carry her to the table and place her on it. We’re frenzied as we undress, ready to find our releases in one another.
“Flip over. I’m taking you from behind. You’ll love it.” Knowing I get to teach her everything, that I get to experience all her first, is an unmatched feeling.
She obeys immediately, turning to face the table. I kick her legs apart, then gently push her down onto the table. She lifts her hips and the sight of her from behind is lethal. From her muscular back to her glistening opening, she’s perfection.
I line myself up, then push inside. She gasps at the sensation, immediately feeling how much deeper I can be inside her in this position. We haven’t tried this one yet, but I know my wife.
I take her hard and fast as we chase our releases. She’s meeting my thrusts pushing against me. The entire time, my eyes remain on her. I can’t look away from her beauty.
“My Syndicate Queen… My wife…. My queen,” I chant over and over again. I’m obsessed with her and with whom she’s become to me.
She’s my everything.
And now she’ll rule by my side. Where she belongs.