Chapter 25

S krain lunged.

He swiped at the front of my nightdress, catching it at the collar. A rip sounded. The thin silk straps snapped, and he tore the garment from my body, tossing it aside.

"That was one of my favorites!" I yelled, lashing out at him, but he dodged my imprecise, rage-guided strike.

"I know ," he bit back. "I'll fucking buy you a new one, you damn brat!"

He grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back. Then the other. My shoulder joints ached. I kicked at his shin, stomped on his foot, but he took every blow with the annoying ass patience of a stoic saint, and damn me, I kind of liked it. I liked that he took my anger, that I could let it all out on him, didn't have to hold back. But before I'd let him find out, I'd rather have cut out my tongue.

"What are you doing?" I shouted, more an accusation, not truly a question.

Skrain pushed me forward onto the bed, my ass perched at the edge of the thick, bouncy mattress, my bare toes skimming the rug.

"I already told you, Kerys. I'm going to fuck you," he grunted. "You have a serious issue with listening to me. But don't worry. Soon the only thing you'll have to hear is your own voice, begging for my cock while I make you come."

A wave of need surged through my core.

Holding me down with a knee on my back, he reached for the closest wrist shackle affixed to the metal finials of the headboard. I wanted to resist, but it felt as if my shoulder would dislocate if I tried to stop him from moving my left arm above my head.

With expert finesse, he fastened the cuff around my left wrist, and deep down, I knew exactly where he'd gotten the experience. Why the feeling was so familiar.

Back in my first life, when I was his wife, we'd spent countless hours of pleasure in a room looking exactly like this. Me, first playfully resisting and fighting back, then tied up and helpless. Him, capturing and binding me, then lavishing sweet torment upon me.

Skrain reached for one of the ankle shackles attached to the wrought iron footboard and used it on my right wrist. When he was done, I was lying on my belly, my arms spread wide toward each end of the bed.

He rose, and my head whipped around to glare at him. Devious heat pulsed between my legs, but I refused to acknowledge it.

This man had murdered me, and I was still getting turned on by him. What the Hells was wrong with me?

Skrain yanked off my damp panties, my foot striking his chest when he came close, but he didn't even lose his breath.

"You have no right to do this," I hissed. "I don't want you!"

He tutted, sliding a finger along my wet slit. Pleasure aches built inside me, and he pressed against my entrance.

"You say you don't want me, but your body is a far worse liar than you. Your soaked cunt tells me the truth." He dipped a digit into me, and I suppressed a moan. "You want me, Kerys. Admit it."

I groaned in rage, and he responded with a cruel snicker. From my periphery, I watched him pull the black leather belt from his trousers. My eyes went wide.

"Are you going to strangle me now? Kill me again like it was your damn plan all along?"

He gave another sharp laugh. "Don't be ridiculous, my darling wife. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn't have left the party. You're no match for my strength. You couldn't have stopped me back then, and you can't stop me now. But you love that, don't you? Feeling vulnerable, at my mercy."

A blaze of arousal lit up my insides.

How despicable to know my killer could read me like this, knew exactly how to use my perverted desires against me, to humiliate me with them.

He gripped the ends of the belt, forming a loop with it, the buckle hidden in his fist. With a grin on his face, he raised his hand, bringing it back down. The smooth leather met his palm in a fierce snap, and he let out a satisfied hum.

My breath caught when I realized what he'd planned. "Don't you dare use that on me, you bastard!"

He sauntered toward the bed, tail flicking as he weighed the belt in his grasp. His free hand slithered into my hair, yanking my head back until it hurt.

"You clearly have a lot of frustration to let out, and I'm going to help you do just that. Maybe some pain will help you come to your damn senses and listen to me!" he growled.

He let go, my face plunging into the soft bed. When the leather hit my bare ass, I was grateful for the duvet muffling my scream.

It was as if someone set fire to my skin.

He didn't count. Didn't speak. Didn't give a warning when the next strike fell on my other rear cheek, then the next. The next. Alternating. Again. Once more. Another.

My tears wet the blanket as I bit down on the fabric.

Each strike felt worse than the last. Soon, I couldn't think straight from agony—and from lust.

I laid shaking, a sheen of sweat covering my body. Adrenaline coursed through my blood.

My pussy convulsed with every hit, weeping onto the mattress. The piercings in my nipples sent licks of thunder to my sex when I jerked, and the stud above my clit rubbed the nerves until they throbbed.

"Is this what you want? Do you want me to hurt you?" Skrain gritted out, the belt striking me just below the ass on my right thigh, and my back arched as I wailed. "Is that why you have to be such a brat? Why you have to defy me at every damn turn?"

"I hate you!" I sobbed.

Snap .

The back of my left thigh stung.

"No, Kerys. You don't hate me. You fucking love me, just like I love you!"

I couldn't get the words out, couldn't make myself respond. Couldn't deny, couldn't admit.

No . Yes .

I can't .

I shouldn't .

He threw the belt away, the buckle clanking as it hit the floor. I heard the shuffling of cloth, and when I glanced over my shoulder, I saw his erection springing from the front slit of his trousers. The heat of his body radiated against my legs as he stepped between them and bent over me.

"You don't just stop loving someone from one day to the next. We have a bond! We're fated!" he shouted, but there was more than anger in his voice.

Desperation .

The head of his cock drew along my slit, coating himself in the flow of my wetness. My hips bucked, my self-control broken. I couldn't stop shivering in anticipation of him filling me.

I cursed myself for it, but I needed Skrain to fuck me. I needed to feel him inside me more than I needed to breathe.

"You still want me, my darling wife," he whispered, placing ravenous kisses on the side of my face. "Deep down, you know the truth. You know I didn't kill you. You know it."

With one, heavy thrust, he pushed himself into me. I almost came from the delicious stretch and the light burn, from his piercings grinding inside, hitting the most exquisite spots. Moaning, I clawed at the blankets as my pussy gripped around him.

He pulled back and began pounding into me relentlessly. Each rock of his hips had our bodies meeting, skin slapping, my ass tender from the belting. I made sounds I never had before. Panting. Yelping. Groaning. Whimpering.

"Y-you're my enemy," I choked out.

Skrain's laughter was cold. "You want me to play your enemy? Are you sure about that?"

He pulled away, leaving me empty to loosen the shackles and turn me on my back. Earlier, I might have resisted, but I was too worn out now. I whined as he dragged me further onto the bed, my sore rear sliding painfully along the duvet.

He positioned himself between my legs again. His digits dug hard into my thighs as he lifted them up to his hips. Using his tail as guidance, he steered his dick to my pussy, stopping as he pressed against the entrance. His tail slithered to my face, nudging my chin.

"Look up in the mirror, Kerys," he commanded. "I want you to watch yourself get fucked by your enemy."

My gaze snapped up, my pulse hitching. The mirror above the bed—I had forgotten about it.

I covered my face with my palms, but Skrain's disapproving growl made me flinch.

"That was an order from your master," he gritted out. "And you better follow it right fucking now, or I'll use a knife to carve a lesson in obedience into your flesh. Look. In. The. Mirror."

Biting my lip until I tasted a tang of copper, I dropped my arms. I couldn't swallow the shame tightening my throat as I studied my rosy cheeks, my wide, teary eyes. His formidable cock twitching between my legs.

Slowly, he slid inside me, making me watch inch after inch disappearing into my pussy. He increased his tempo, bit by bit, and I fluttered around him, my lust soaring.

"Is this how you treat all your enemies?" He could barely speak between thrusts, the bed shaking. "Do you let all your enemies fuck you like this? Does your cunt get this wet for all of them?"

Chaos ruled my mind, and my body was under his command … but I couldn't look away from our reflections.

Watching myself get ravished by him was the hottest view I'd ever had.

My breasts bounced with his movements, nipple rings gleaming. His massive shaft spread my folds, shining with my arousal, and the gilded ball above my swollen clit glittered.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" Skrain brought out. "Do you see how your body reacts to me? It's mine to control. If I want, I can make you come right now."

He angled his thrusts higher and laid one hand on my lower belly, pressing gently as he continued fucking me.

An earthquake of a climax ripped through me.

Tiny stars exploded in front of my eyes, but I kept staring into the mirror.

To watch my legs shake as tingles swept through me, to see myself writhing in pleasure, face twisting, mouth agape … I almost finished once more.

"I hate you," I moaned.

Skrain let out a half-groan, half-snicker. "Another," he whispered, fingers playing with my clit hood piercing. "I know you're close, and my wife never finishes only once. Come again for your master, come around the cock of the man you hate. I want you squeezing me while I empty my seed into you."

I tried to resist, but I couldn't.

The pressure built inside me. Unstoppable. Rising, rising.

Crashing.

Stomach lurching as if I was back on that stupid moving platform in his warehouse, my cunt rippled around his shaft.

I erupted.

My release gushed onto the mattress, onto his trousers, his chest, the bed. I threw my head back, swept away by the intensity of my climax.

The smoothness of Skrain's thrusts turned arrhythmic. He jerked and drove deep into me, eyes shutting. His cock throbbed as he filled me until his cum flowed from me, joining the stains of my tears and my wetness on the bed.

Skrain glanced down, a small smile curling his lips while he panted. "Damn, I love when you drench me, come all over me. The squirting wasn't a one-time thing then, on stage." His hand caressed along my cheek, and with my last strength, I slapped it away.

It wasn't lost on me how ironic that gesture of rejection was, given that his dick was buried to the hilt inside my pussy, and I'd enjoyed myself far too much. Nobody had ever made me squirt, not even once. Before him, I didn't even know I could do that.

"I need a bath and the bed needs fresh sheets," I mumbled, but he only pulled me closer.

"In a while. Hold on," he responded and rolled over, tugging me atop his chest, fully into his arms.

I grumbled, more at myself for letting him get away with cuddling. But his embrace was so comfortable, made me feel so safe, despite everything.

Quite obviously, I needed to get my head checked.

"I still despise you," I hissed. "And I still don't believe you."

"Then I suppose there's only one solution," he said, running a hand up and down my back, massaging.

I stifled a yawn. "Yes, you'll admit your guilt, apologize, give me all your money, and let me go."

He paused to click his tongue dramatically. "Wrong. You'll stay my captive, and I'll keep fucking you until you understand how much I love you. You'll be my prisoner until you realize the truth, my darling wife."