“They set it all up just so they could marry me to Horatio. It was all for money. That’s all we were to them—a means to an end.” She cries harder, and I hold her for a long time, sheltering her against the cold wind as her heart rips itself apart with grief.
When she finally settles, taking big breaths, I tilt her chin up and look into her eyes. “You don’t even have to say the word, princess. I will handle this. And we will never speak of them again.”
“I don’t know if I can—”
“I can.” I kiss her forehead. “I need you to know I’m not only doing this for you. I can’t let them live. Not with the way they’ve hurt you, the way they offered up your neck to the executioner’s axe. I’m going to kill them, Lucretia. I need you to accept that. But I’ll give you the choice of a quick, merciful death or a long, painful one.” I silently beg her to choose the latter.
She sniffs. “I … I don’t want them to suffer.”
I stifle an exasperated groan, then give her a nod. “I’ll handle it. You go inside, run a bath, and get warm. I’ll be in soon.”
Her lip trembles, and I kiss it, then swipe my tongue against hers. “Go, bath, now.” I turn her around and smack her ass.
She gives me one last look over her shoulder, then trudges back toward the house.
I pat Sunny’s head. “She chose quick. Isn’t that a fucking bummer?”
He snorts his agreement as I turn and head back down to the sauna.
She’s in bed when I return. After a quick shower, I climb under the covers with her and pull her to my chest.
“Are they gone?” she whispers.
“Yes.”
A tear escapes her eye and drops onto my chest.
I pull her on top of me. “No tears, princess. Not for them. They don’t deserve it.” I run my hands down her naked body, gripping her waist and pushing her farther down until she’s straddling my cock.
“Mateo, I’m all conflicted—”
“Then let me un-conflict you.” I flip her and find her entrance, pushing inside her until I find her wetness.
She digs her nails into my sides. “This is wrong.”
“That’s why it feels so good.” I push the rest of the way, then slide out, getting her wetness all along my shaft, before plunging deep.
She arches. “Mateo!”
“I’m going to fuck the sadness right out of you, princess.” I bite down on her shoulder, holding her in place as I piston inside her, hitting her clit just the way she likes.
She wraps her legs around me, holding on as I give her all of me. No more tears are falling. Instead, her lips are parted, moans escaping as I make her mine.
“Tell me you want this.” I kiss to her tit and lick her nipple, then tease the tight bud with my teeth. “Tell me you want my cock.”
“Mateo!” she moans.
I bite her other nipple. “Tell me!”
“I want you!” she cries.
“Always.” I rub the broadside of my tongue all over her tits. “Tell me you’ll always want this no matter what. No matter who I kill. No matter who I torture. No matter what sort of evil shit I’ve done. No matter what evil shit I’m going to do in the future. Tell me you want me.”
I grip her ass, and sit back, watching her bounce on my cock as I fuck her beautiful body. “Tell me, princess.”
“I want you.” She grips the duvet, crushing it in her palms. “I always want you.”
“Show me that pretty pussy taking every inch.” I watch as I slide into her, her pink flesh gobbling me up as I hit her deep again and again.
She arches, her body meeting mine stroke for stroke. When I lick my thumb and press it to her clit, rubbing in tight circles, she hisses.
“You’re going to come on my cock, princess, and I’m going to shoot my load inside your tight cunt.” I lean over her and kiss her, our tongues swiping against each other as I keep pounding inside her, my thumb speeding up and swirling faster and faster.
She’s lost in me, in us. No more tears. No more worries. She’s primal like this, a fierce creature that only I can cage. Only I can tame. And she’s mine. Completely mine. Forever.
“Come, princess. I want to hear you scream for me.”
“Mateo!” she cries, her body tensing as she releases, her pussy milking me as I come, squirting inside her and filling her again and again.
This is the way it was always meant to be between us.
A bond forged in hate and perfected in love.
EPILOGUE
LUCRETIA
Years later
I drop the rotten tooth into the stainless-steel pan beside the table. “All done.”
“Did that hurt her?” Mrs. Ward wipes her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Delilah.”