#####CHAPTER 5 - KISS AND KILL

“You don’t get to walk away from me.” He whispered roughly against my neck.

I turned around slowly, pulling my hand out of his grip. “When did you think it was appropriate to tell me about your little harem?”

He tightened his jaw and gazed at me unremorsefully. “I didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Not necessary? You married me, tore me away from my family, my home and you thought I didn’t deserve to know?”

“Listen, I know this is all new to you but I brought you into my world and in my world, I don't explain myself.”

I swallowed hard and took a step back instinctively, but he moved further as well, towering over me like a dark looming shadow.

“I want out. I don't want to be part of your world.” I barked!

“Wow, you're a feisty one, no one talks back at me, that's something you're gonna have to learn and another thing, once you're in my world. There's no going out, sweetheart.”

“Why? Why choose me to be in this twisted world of yours with women who don't even like me?”

He gave a low chuckle. “Well, technically, I didn't choose you. But you’re really something Lorraine and now that you're here and I've marked you, I don't want you out and you're not getting out.”

We were toe to toe now, rage coursed through my veins but so did that electric feeling I was still trying to understand.

He looked at me the way he did last night - hungry, possessive, needy. Like he'd burn the world just to feel me again. And it intensified that ungodly emotion.

“I should hate you.” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I should hate everything about you.”

“But you don't and trust me when I say, you can't.”

“You might be right and that's what terrifies me.”

He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me closer to him and I melted in his arms that very instant. I didn't like how my body succumbed to his touch.

“Let me go!” I protested even though that was the exact opposite of what I actually wanted.

“Then go. Break free. Walk away.”

I couldn't. I didn't even try. I just stared at him, daring myself.

He stepped forward and I stepped back but I was already at the very end of the wall. The back of my head now touched the cold wall.

He tilted my chin up and as much as I'd hate to admit, I yearned for him to kiss me. Butterflies erupted at his closeness, intensifying the ache between my thighs which never really went away after last night.

Then as if he read my mind, he crashed his lips into mine, devouring me. I should push him away, fight him off, I really should but my lips had minds of their own because I found them returning the kiss.

I clung to him like he was some kind of air and I’d wither without his touch. He kicked open a nearby door and carried me inside, pressing me to the wall, the sheet, the floor.

I couldn't really tell anymore.

He ripped the dress he had gifted me right off me and unwrapped me like I was present meant for him and just him. His lips trailed down my neck, my chest and then stopped at my nipples which were rock hard. He sucked and fondled them till they were pale pink and then he moved, going further down to my belly button and then my thighs.

He ran his tongue between my lips finally tasting me.

“Ah yes!’ I moaned with pleasure.

His tongue ran up and down my cunt, swirling round my clit. I grabbed a fist full of his hair holding him there as he savoured my clit ferociously. I cried out bucking my hips against his mouth.

He pushed a finger into me and gasped. “Wow, I'll never get over how tight you are. Look how you're gripping my fingers. My cock is going to feel so amazing inside you.”

I couldn't respond, it was impossible to with the way he was licking and eating me out.

He pulled one finger out and held it up. “Come whore, taste yourself.”

I wrapped my mouth around his fingers, licking my own juices from his skin.

My hole ached for him and I reached for his dick and placed it at my entrance.

He withdrew. “You naughty slut. You don't just grab it. You beg for it.”

“Please.” I whimpered and immediately cringed at the words that just came out of my mouth.

“Beg like you need it.”

“Please, just give it to me. I want it.”

He smirked dubiously and then he tapped cock on my cunt. Then he put the tip in, barely and pulled out again. He repeated this pattern till I cried out frustratedly, he was torturing me at this point and he enjoyed every moment of it.

I couldn't take it anymore, I lifted and rolled my hips so he slid further into me.

He chuckled darkly. “Since you want it so bad…..”

He grabbed my neck and fully thrust into me. I gasped as he filled me up. His rod stretched my pussy walls, making me feel a wave of pleasure.

He pumped into me relentlessly with his hands still wrapped around my throat.

I moaned loudly, without a single care in the world. I didn't care if anyone heard me, in fact I wanted them too- his wives. I wanted them to hear how their husband was fucking me senseless.

I dug my fingers deep into his back as he still fucked me. He groaned with pleasure. “Fuck, what are you?”

I didn't know what he meant by that and I didn't care. All I wanted was him right now.

His grip on my throat tightened, not dangerously, but possessively. He leaned in close, lips grazing my ear. “You feel that?” he whispered, voice thick and low. “That’s mine. All of it.”

I whimpered.

“Say it,” he ordered, fucking me harder now, slamming into me so fiercely I could barely breathe. “Say you’re mine.”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t form the words.

He pulled back, forcing me to look at him. “Say it, Lorraine.”

“I’m…” My voice was broken, barely audible. “I’m yours.”

“Louder.”

“I’m yours!” I cried out, and at that exact moment, I came violently around him, my whole body trembling. His orgasm followed and he came inside me shortly after with a guttural moan that could be heard miles away.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, deep inside me, his eyes locked with mine. And he looked at me in a way that made me forget everything, forget about the war, the other wives, the vengeance. Right now it was just the two of us, panting heavily in the aftermath of something we both didn't understand.

His forehead rested against mine. “I told you. You can’t walk away from me.”

I closed my eyes, hating the fact that there's a possibility of what he said being right.

He finally pulled out.

He stood and reached for a towel, wiping himself slowly, then tossing it aside like nothing had just happened, as if he hadn’t just broken me open and rewired me entirely.

I sat up shakily, pulling the sheets over my body even though modesty felt ridiculous now.

Minutes later, he was snoring like a wild beast right beside me, I lay awake, eyes shining up like a torch, mind running wilder than a horse.

I got up to freshen up and then I kicked something, I looked down to see his dirty trousers laying on the floor, I grunted and walked past it until a thought crossed my mind.

I stared at his sleeping body a moment longer, he looked so…human, so vulnerable, like a man who hadn't just crossed every line I’d drawn. It was so easy to forget who exactly he was when we're tangled up together. But what happens tomorrow when he returns to the monster he actually is? When I'm reduced to nothing but a hole suited for his pleasure?

That's what he does, he ropes you in, fucks you into forgetting and then treats you like dirt the next day. But that won't be my story. I didn't come here to be just another wife, I came here for a reason, and it's high time I reminded myself what that was.

I picked up the pair of trousers, slowly and quietly because if he caught me, I was as good as dead.

I dug my right hand through the front pockets and I saw a wad of cash, a lighter, cigarette packets, everything typical for a man like him to own. I was about to give up the search when I felt something rattle in one of the back pockets.

I got a hold of it and I found a small pill bottle - Doxagin.

It’s normally used for heart-related issues, I know this because my dad is hypertensive and he makes use of it sometimes. I had sudden flashbacks of a time my dad accidentally consumed one pill more than his actual dose. He was rushed to the hospital immediately and it took hours in the ER to finally stabilize him.

A plan began to be conceived.

What if I “accidentally” slipped more pills than usual into something I knew he was gonna drink?

He'd fall asleep and never wake up. A peaceful exit - Clean, perfect and the best part? It would be untraceable.

I stared at the bottle, my grip tightening around it.

That's it - I am going to kill Angelo Hera.