It’s not worth it. Nothing is worth this. Fuck it, we’ll find another way. Delilah doesn’t need me to do this to get what she wants.
Helene narrows her eyes at me, scrutinizing my features. As my teeth unclench to tell her to go fuck herself, Delilah screams, “Let me fucking go!” She thrashes, jostling the bench as she turns on to her stomach. The metal hook creaks as she grabs the leash with both hands, tugging with all of her strength while screaming murder. “You’re a sick fucking cunt! I’ll never let you touch me! I’ll kill you, just like I killed Asher!”
The sound of his name on her lips pisses me off. I hold the hook as I stare down at her. “Stop. Fucking. Barking.”
Widening her eyes, she slowly says, “Fuck. You.” She smiles. “You will never be him. Even if you look like him, act like him, it doesn’t mean anything. I will never allow you to take his touch away.”
Without any thought other than getting her to shut the fuck up, I round the bench with my hand outstretched, reaching for her face, but she pulls her head back to get in one last verbal blow. “You will always be in Asher’s shadow. No one wants boring, weak, pathetic Kane.”
My fingers latch onto her face, digging into her cheeks so she’s forced to pout. I drag her head up as I undo my zipper. Her lips form a distorted O and I spit down, directly on her filthy fucking tongue as I pull my dick free, pushing into her mouth without allowing her to catch her breath. I hold her chin in one hand, the back of her head in another, pulling her down until she’s choking and punching my thighs. Gripping her hair in my fist, I drag her back an inch to look down at her as I roughly say, “You are fucking weak. The only use your mouth has is to get my dick ready.”
She punches my thigh with full force. I like the pain. It makes my dick harder, so I tighten my hold on her hair until the strands wrapped around my fingers are biting into my skin.
Something clatters beside my foot—a knife, shining in the sunlight. I slam my foot against the handle, kicking it up and catching it as Delilah stills.
Mine.
She’s mine. It’s always going to be me and her.
Delilah and Kane.
Nothim.
Me.
Kane.
Not Asher.
I bring the point of the blade to her neck, directly under her jaw. “Say my fucking name.”
“Kane,” she mumbles around my dick.
Pressing it deeper against her skin—the sweet spot where she can feel the blade without injury—I ask, “Who do you belong to?”
“Ka—”
I push my dick deeper into her throat.
“Say it.”
Her lips move, only the vibrations working through my dick as she fucking chants it.
My name on my wife’s lips.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she gags, choking for air I only have control over. I use the tip of the knife to move her hair out of the way as I ask, “Do you want to breathe?”
She nods, erratic and urgent.
“Keep sucking. Your god might let you.”
The blade nicks the top of her ear. Little drops of red cling to her golden strands, but the way she gasps has me on edge. She collapses against the bench, red-faced, fighting for air when I pull her off my dick. I step around her then force her onto her knees so her ankles are locked within the curved horns at the foot of the bench. I only have to brush the bottom of her torn dress away to reveal her soaked cunt.Mysoaked devious cuntlies to me like the lips on her face, but it’s mine and only mine until the day she fucking dies. Then when she’s nothing more than bones, I’ll take her fucking spirit, drown myself in that too, claim it and attach it to my own so we can never be separated for the rest of time.
The pointed end of the horn digs into the back of her calf, forcing her legs further apart until her dress rides up around her hips. Her ass is beautiful, beating the view of the horizon through the windows as I slam my hand down, leaving a red print behind.
I place my knee on the raised padding of the bench and enter her in one thrust, making her scream, “STOP! PLEASE!”
Lie.
