Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
She gulps and her eyes water.
“Nico…I.” She doesn’t know what to say.
“What? Spit it out, baby.” I lean in and bite her bottom lip hard and draw blood. I am so fucking angry but turned on by my maddening wife.
“You think I want other people to want me?” She whimpers, reaching up and touching the blood on her lip.
“Isn’t it?”
She rapidly shakes her head. Taking her finger with the crimson liquid, she brings it to my lips and urges me to lick it clean. I suck on the tip and drink in her blood.
“No. Nico, I wanted them to see what you can do to me. What we can do to one another and see what real pleasure and lust is. I want the world to see how depraved we are with one another.” I search her eyes, looking for the truth and I find only the truth in her words.
“They already know that. Emelia, do you know how many men I have killed for you?” She shakes her head slowly. Leaning in I suck on her still bleeding lip.
“Oh,” she moans, pulling me in with her hands on my hips.
“The two men you danced with last time you had some doubts.” I move to her chin and bite. “Then I took off all of Damien’s fingers because I spared him at your request.” I move to her ear and bite the lobe. “Your father. For hurting you. Your cowardly fucking brothers—for hurting you.” I come back to look at her. “What makes you think I wouldn’t kill strangers who wanted you? Life has no purpose when it means keeping you or keeping you safe. Ten years has taught you nothing, my love.” She gulps again and our eyes search one another. The next move is written all over my wife.
My obsession for her has no limits and she messed up tonight. She goes to pull me in but I step back, keeping her neck in my hands at arm’s width distance. She looks terrified and I hold that look close.
“We are just getting started, wife. Giulio!”
A few seconds later the door is unlocked with a key and Giulio steps in.
“Sir.”
“Let them in.” He nods and closes the door and locks it again. A few moments later, the red light behind the viewing glass turns on and women from the club start piling in.
“Nico, what is this?”
“Let them watch.” I chuckle sinisterly. “Let them see what I do to you and what I would never.” I enunciate never. “Do to them. You want the world to see that not only my world starts and ends with you but so does my fucking lust. Welcome to room four, wife.”
She shudders and now it’s time to begin.
Once they are all seated the music starts. The sounds of “Chokehold” by Sleep Token fills the room. I come toe to toe with Emelia. Our side profiles facing the viewing mirror. Her chest is rising and falling so rapidly, I imagine it’s in sync with her heartbeat. The words in the song melodically start and I eye her over, my head tilting back and forth slowly. I am the hunger and she is the satiation.
Reaching behind me, I pull out my knife tucked in my dress slacks. The shiny blade catches in the neon red lights. She gulps and looks to the window of women and back to me. I don’t bother looking at the people on the other side. They aren’t even here in my head. My focus is on the only fucking one I want. I slide the blade under the strap of her all-black sundress and I tug slowly and the strap starts to rip. Before it completely snaps, I remove it and bring it to the center of her chest, right atop the fabric of her dress. The music starts to peak at the chorus of the song, and careful yet effortlessly, I take the blade and cut her dress down the middle and then rip it off her body.
She gasps.
“No panties or bra. You fucking knew I was going to have you. You were ready to submit to your Capo.”
She cries and nods. “Yes. I was.”
“Good girl. Now hands on the glass,” I tell her and on shaking legs, she walks to the window, and I watch her.
She places her hands against the window, and she looks up at the women while I stay focused on her every move, her breathing, her trembling, even the way her long blond hair falls into place with her new formation. I take my gun out and drop the knife to the ground. This gun has been locked away for years now. One I used years ago between her thighs, the first time she tested me. I unbuckle my pants and pull just my cock free. Stepping up to her, my cock nudges her ass as I use my foot to lightly push on her ankles, prompting her to open up for me. I place my hands over hers and she looks at the gun in my hand over hers and her breath hitches.