Chapter 6

I won’t just breakmy wife.

I’ll shatter her.

Everything she holds dear to her heart will be ripped from her.

And I will feast on her tears.

Instead of bringing her to my primary residence, I take her to Black Thorn Manor, a building my father used as his base of operation. The dark secrets hidden within its walls are the most atrocious of my family’s crimes, and I mean to add to them.

Ivy shifts atop my lap, her naked ass pressing against my cock as her shoulder leans against my chest.

I bring my lips to the shell of her ear and whisper, “Are you afraid?”

“No, should I have reason to be?”

I run my hand along her thigh. “You’re tense.”

“I just left everything I know behind, and I don’t know where you’re taking me.”

“I’m taking you home.”

Despite my wife being a psychopath with murderous intentions, her beauty is unparalleled, and her innocence, beguiling. If she weren’t set on killing me, I could have endured her.

The helicopter lands on the roof. I scoop Ivy into my arms and exit the chopper.

“I came as soon as I got your message to ready the third-floor, as you asked,” my assistant Jade says as I enter, her dark eyes homed on my new wife.

Ivy presses her face against my chest, clearly shamed by her nudity.

“You’re dismissed for the night, ” I tell Jade, walking past her, toward the elevator.

“I’ll be in my suite if you need anything.”

For years, she has served me in several capacities, using her brain and her body to fulfill my wants.

Which is why I redirected her here earlier today, because more than anything, I need my staff to be unaffected by my wife’s charms.

“What do you think of your new home?” I ask Ivy as we pass through the main living quarters.

She looks around at the black painted walls that are hardly able to reflect the candles Jade lit.

“It doesn’t look much like a home.”

“That’s because it’s situated above my family’s slaughter house. But don’t worry. I have no intention of raising our children here.”

“Then why bring me here at all?”

“Because very few people would know to look for you here.”

She tenses, and I find I like her fear.

But that’s not the only thing I wish to make her feel tonight.

I aim to consume my sweet, innocent spider wife. Her every thought will belong to me, from the moment she wakes up in her bed to when I leave her each night.

Memories of our time together will haunt her for years to come, as she grows old in a cell hardly fit for human habitation. She’ll rethink our time together, wondering what her misstep was, never knowing she was playing outside of her league.

We pass the threshold into her bedroom, which has a gothic old Victorian ambiance fit for Edgar Allan Poe.

I throw her onto the bed, take off my jacket, and fold it over her vanity chair.

I point to a black sconce in the corner of the room. “Every room in every building I own, save the bathrooms, has a camera. Do you understand?”

For a moment, she looks mortified, but understanding her situation, she forces a nod.

“Good.”

Pacing at the foot of the bed, I unbutton my dress shirt, my eyes stalking my wife like a predator.

She brings her knees up to her chest shyly. I almost believe that she’s innocent, and perhaps she is in some regard. Judging by her age, she clearly hasn’t been at this long, and I could very well be her first victim.

Ivy watches my hands as they move down my shirt. There’s a curiosity to her I can’t help but believe is genuine, though admittedly it’s stupid of me to think that, because while my wife might be a virgin, she’s far from innocent.

“Spread your legs for me,” I command.

She obeys, looking away as she moves her knees apart.

“Further.”

Pressing her eyes closed, she drags her shoed feet wider, revealing her slick pussy.

It’s a shame that such a magnificent cunt belongs to a woman who’s set on killing me, but her plan works in my favor, as I’ll be able to fulfill my granddad’s obligations without sacrificing my bachelorhood.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” she asks.

“Because this is how I want you to remember you.”

Her brow knits in confusion, but she says nothing.

“Center yourself.”

She drags herself to the center of the bed as I’ve instructed.

I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss my wife. To claim her like I have no other. Wholly, with no barrier between us.

And why shouldn’t I? Despite her treacherous nature, I will enjoy every part of her.

Pounding my fists into the mattress, I crawl up the bed, bringing my lips an inch from hers.

“Kiss me.”

She pauses for only a moment, then presses her plush lips against mine, moving with uncertainty.

I bring my hand to the back of her head so that she can’t escape me, then I angle my face to better consume my new bride.

As our kiss deepens, I move forward, pushing her back onto the bed. It would be such an easy thing to just fuck my wife, but my goal is to make her suffer. To give, then take away.

I descend on Ivy like a predator on prey, grabbing her wrists in my hands and pinning them next to her neck as I claim what’s mine.

I forget who she is. What we are to each other.

The only thing that exists is her decadent flesh and my wanton desire.

She twists as I nibble her jaw, my knees widening her thighs. There isn’t a part of her that will remain hidden when I’m through with her.

A soft moan escapes her lips, fueling my desire for my poisonous bride. Letting go of one wrist, I grab her throat and twist her head to the side, raking my teeth just below her ear.

I remove my other hand from her wrist and bring it to her soaked pussy, rubbing the small rise of her clit in circles as I suck a plump nipple into my mouth. Her body cracks like a whip from the sensation.

As much as my wife is a lie, I know this isn’t an act. Not all of it. And seeing how greedy my spider wife is for my attention is as addictive as any drug I’ve had.

“Mateo…”

Knowing I won’t be able to last long under such torture, I kiss my way down her body until my chest is between her bent calves. Her scent is thick and heady, driving me wild with lust I can hardly hope to keep tame. I bring my hands to her thighs to keep her spread for me, knowing the subtle restraint will let her know exactly who’s in charge.

“Ivy?” I whisper as I breathe in the sweet scent of her nectar.

“Yes?”

“You will not hold back.”

“Understood.” Her voice is weak, tinged with defeat.

I give her slit a long lick from her virgin hole to her clit. She bucks against me, fisting the blanket as she digs the heels of her bridal shoes into my back.

Tasting her is the best kind of sin, and I intend to do so often. She is my wife, after all.

For a time.

“Mateo,” she pants my name like a prayer, her hands digging into my hair. Apparently, spiders have voracious sexual appetites.

This is how I want her. Desperate for me. Wanting release so badly, she’d be willing to give up everything.

All she’ll have left is a tiny cell and her memories of me.

My cock is throwing a damn fit. It’s rare that I ever deny myself for so long, but it was necessary. I need my wife to know everything I can do to her. Everything she will one day be denied.

I undo my belt and open my pants, but the situation is dire. I need to fuck my wife.

I pull away for the briefest of moments so I can see my spider wife’s eyes light in desperation, then; I gorge myself on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling her delicate flesh as she writhes beneath me, her needy hands digging into my shoulders as she grinds against my face.

Fuck, my wife is greedy, and I can’t help but fall under her charm. It’s not that I’m daft enough to forget what she is, but I allow her, in my mind, to be other things.

She utters one final cry before she turns to jelly, her limbs falling to the bed.

Rising to my knees, I rip off my clothes, eager to claim my bride.

Ivy regards me with fascination, her eyes widening slightly as my cock springs free from its confines.

I may not know much about her, but I’m sure that she is indeed a virgin. I like that more than I care to admit, which is surprising considering the women I typically deal with: gold diggers.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her.

She obeys, moving sluggishly.

“Not spread your pussy for me.”

Her face twists in offense, but after a brief pause, she again obeys, taking two fingers and spreading her lower lips so that I might see the length of her pretty pink sex.

“Good girl,” I say, climbing atop her.

Her body tenses as I draw up her body. She tries to turn away, but I grab her by the chin and force her gaze to mine.

“Look at me,” I snap as I bring my head to her entrance. With my eyes glued to hers, I push into my wife, struggling to tear through her tight channel.

She gasps, her nails raking my back as I push deeper into her, fighting to claim my toxic bride.

“Mateo…”she moans like a bitch in heat.

She denies me nothing.

It seems absurd that she should want this, but her desire is palpable. It’s the one thing I believe is real.

Staving off my release is about as likely as stopping the goddamn sun from rising, so after a few hard pumps, I dig in deep and fill my bride.

Pleasure courses through me, and a single word slips past my lips. “Ivy!” I say it as a curse, as that’s what she is to me. A beautiful, sweet, deadly curse.

I stay in her long after my body has stilled, knowing what this really is.

A job.

Nothing more.

Never more.

I wrap my arms around my wife and lower my face to her neck, breathing in the tangled strands of her wedding hair.

Her sweet softness brings me a strange kind of comfort, but I don’t let myself linger for more than a moment.

Spent, I pull off the bed and gather my clothes. Ivy’s curious eyes follow me around the room, and I wonder what exactly she’s thinking. Is she counting down the days until she can pounce? Or is there a part of her that dreads what she must do?

Perhaps one day I’ll ask.

“Breakfast will be brought to you. Until then, you should have everything you need in this room.”

She blinks at me as though she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. Which I’m fine with. She’ll figure out what her life will be like soon enough.

Without another word, I exit the room, locking it shut behind me.