She smiled, a bright thing, but with the darkness behind her gaze I hadn’t seen a glimpse of since that night in the Delucci mansion. “I’m ready,” she said. “I’m ready to end this.”
Thirty-Seven
Violet
Ididn’tactuallylastlongin the basement. It was the strangest thing, but I was… over it. Over Rafael and trying to sink myself to his level. I only wanted to move on, away from it all, and when I stepped off the bottom of the staircase and truly took the man in, it was a beautiful realization.
“This is impressive,” I said to Theo, proud of how he’d handled my husband until this moment. He had kept the bastard in pain, in humiliation, and on the brink of dying until I was ready to claim the man’s final breath.
And here I was, trying not to stare at the soiled asshole of my tormentor, his spine bent at an uncomfortable angle with his knees up by his chest and his full weight on his legs. His arms were above his head, bend at the elbows. And his eyes, looking through the gap, were on me as I walked into his line of sight.
There was still nothing but evil hatred there.
And really, I think that’s what did it. The idea of clinging on to any of that pain anymore was exhausting.
“What do you want to do, beautiful?” Theo asked, coming up beside me, his hand settling into the small of my back.
I leaned my head on him as I contemplated. When I’d woken up in the bed alone and wandered to the kitchen for a drink, knowing Theo was down here, I hadn’t thought it through when I realized I wanted this to end.
I just knew I needed it over. So I gulped my wine and told him, and moments later, here we were. Ready to finish it all for good.
And I didn’t want to touch my husband. Didn’t even wish to get close to him. I could shoot him in the head from a distance, or I could ask Theo to torture him until his heart gave out, but none of that seemed enough.
That monster in me was settled. But I didn’t want him to be. I didn’t want him to not suffer or be swallowed up by that warm safety of comforting death.
The things he’d done to me I would have to walk with for the rest of my life, and while I was walking, living happy… yeah, I wanted him unhappy, miserable, tortured.
“Theo, I don’t want to kill him,” I admitted, recoiling a little at Rafe’s widening eyes of relief. I swear his whole body relaxed.
“You don’t?” Theo’s voice was gentle, questioning.
I turned to look at him, tipping my head up because we were so close. He cupped my cheek, studying my expression, his warm gaze curious and full of love.
“Will you help me figure out a way to keep him alive but… the worst kind of alive?” I asked, coming into my truth. That’s what I wanted for the man. Knowing he had failed, that all he’d built had crumbled, that he hadn’t destroyed me.
Theo took a moment, then nodded. “Of course, baby,” he muttered, laying a soft peck on my lips. “Anything for you.”
Rafael made a gurgling, shocked sound.
“Kiss me more,” I asked against Theo’s lips, wrapping my hands around his neck, humming when he deepened things right away, his tongue snaking into my mouth, seeking.
Theo ate my pussy on that basement floor, lavishing me with love and praise, talking through every delicious thing he did, making me scream and squirt fluid as his tongue rasped through my flesh, swirled over my clit, drove into my hole. He did all of that while Rafael was forced to watch, to listen to, the pleasure he’d never given me.
Theo made me feel so deeply treasured in front of the man who’d promised before God to do the same.
And when we left the basement later, Theo carrying me bridal style because my legs were so wobbly from how many orgasms he’d brought me, I knew I’d made the right decision.
For the first time, I looked to the future with true hope. It wasn’t the desperate wishing of a dead girl, it was real hope. It was going to happen.
Theo and I would have it all, because we would have each other
“Two million?” I asked. “Who the hell would pay two million for him when I’d happily throw him in a river for free?”
Theo scoffed, agreeing with me, but Christian winced, still unused to how brazen we were in our treatment of Rafael.
Since our decision to sell him as a sex slave, which we’d come to after that night in the basement, two weeks had passed. Christian agreed to help, not seeming thrilled, but with his family connections and tech skills, we promised this would be the last thing we ever asked of him.
Theo told him the favor would triple again, and quietly, Christian relented. He was here today with the happy news that he’d found a buyer.
