Everything she holds dear to her heart will be ripped from her.
And I will feast on her tears.
Instead of bringing her to my primary residence, I take her to Black Thorn Manor, a building my father used as his base of operation. The dark secrets hidden within its walls are the most atrocious of my family’s crimes, and I mean to add to them.
Ivy shifts atop my lap, her naked ass pressing against my cock as her shoulder leans against my chest.
I bring my lips to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Are you afraid?”
“No, should I have reason to be?”
I run my hand along her thigh. “You’re tense.”
“I just left everything I know behind, and I don’t know where you’re taking me.”
“I’m taking you home.”
Despite my wife being a psychopath with murderous intentions, her beauty is unparalleled, and her innocence, beguiling. If she weren’t set on killing me, I could have endured her.
The helicopter lands on the roof. I scoop Ivy into my arms and exit the chopper.
“I came as soon as I got your message to ready the third-floor, as you asked,” my assistant Jade says as I enter, her dark eyes homed on my new wife.
Ivy presses her face against my chest, clearly shamed by her nudity.
“You’re dismissed for the night, ” I tell Jade, walking past her, toward the elevator.
“I’ll be in my suite if you need anything.”
For years, she has served me in several capacities, using her brain and her body to fulfill my wants.
Which is why I redirected her here earlier today, because more than anything, I need my staff to be unaffected by my wife’s charms.
“What do you think of your new home?” I ask Ivy as we pass through the main living quarters.
She looks around at the black painted walls that are hardly able to reflect the candles Jade lit.
“It doesn’t look much like a home.”
“That’s because it’s situated above my family’s slaughter house. But don’t worry. I have no intention of raising our children here.”
“Then why bring me here at all?”
“Because very few people would know to look for you here.”
She tenses, and I find I like her fear.
But that’s not the only thing I wish to make her feel tonight.
I aim to consume my sweet, innocent spider wife. Her every thought will belong to me, from the moment she wakes up in her bed to when I leave her each night.
Memories of our time together will haunt her for years to come, as she grows old in a cell hardly fit for human habitation. She’ll rethink our time together, wondering what her misstep was, never knowing she was playing outside of her league.
We pass the threshold into her bedroom, which has a gothic old Victorian ambiance fit for Edgar Allan Poe.
I throw her onto the bed, take off my jacket, and fold it over her vanity chair.
I point to a black sconce in the corner of the room. “Every room in every building I own, save the bathrooms, has a camera. Do you understand?”
