“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 tome. 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.
