Page 127 of His Cursed Heart

I feel a cold feeling on my arm and I look to see a swipe of purple paint. Then I feel it on stomach, in blue this time. Looking at Everette, I see his fingers covered in different colors, wiping them all over my body.

He's painting me.

My arms wrap around his neck, bringing his chest hard on my mine, my tits crushed by his huge pectorals. His fingers move around my body, and I feel my heart busting.

"Look in the mirror, baby," With low breathing, I move my head to the right mirror and my body melts.

I don't recognize the girl that looks at me. Her face is covered in pleasure and drops of colors. Her smile is big and her eyes are teary, with her body looking like a canvas, relaxed, under her husband.

My eyes are stuck on the man above me that makes me feel all the right things. My pussy clenches his cock when I see his muscles contract with each pump. I moan load, my eyes closing and my head falling back.

The pumps are faster, messier, and I know the bliss is coming.

"You are art, Althea. Your face, your body, everything you own is the precious thing I've ever touched, and I will gladly worship you 'till the end of my days."

I gasp at the pleasure that strikes my lower back, and with a sob, I kiss him hard and let myself fall in his arms. His back burns and I know sweat and blood covers the entire place.

With a few more thrusts, Everette comes with a groan, his body crushing mine, but neither of us says anything.

I look again in the mirror and eye the girl that looks like me.

What have you done, Althea?, she asks.

With my heart in my throat, I say the hard truth.

I fell in love with the man I thought I hate, I admit. And he will hate me back tomorrow when I'll tell him the truth, while I will love him forever.

"Stop growling at me, dirt bag." I snap at the huge dog who wants to rip me in pieces.

Anubis still doesn't trust me and I know he's waiting for a moment to decapitate me. He looks at Trinity with betrayal because she's smelling me carefully, then a bit shy, starts licking my hand.

At least she likes me.

I hear Vincent laugh and I look from my bedroom huge window down at the boy who is washing his own beast. Scarface is on his back, with his big paws in the air while Althea is scrubbing his stomach with soap, and from the looks, she's not gentle, but the panther seems to enjoy the attention. Vincent holds a hose and laughs again when a powerful jet of water smashes into the animal's face. Scarface tries to fight the water and almost knocks down Althea.

My gaze is stuck on the two people and my heart tightens. It's incredible how in a month my life turned upside down. My marriage with Althea is strangely good, and I have a feeling that's not going to last.

Call it intuition, but a cold wave struck my lower back before I hear the knock on the door. I turn slowly

and see a man holding a big rectangle, wrapped in brown paper. I narrow my eyes at the man, not recognizing him. He's not a tall man, not reaching 5'10 and has a medium muscle weight. His black hair is greasy and his beard looks a thousand years old.

Anubis and Trinity growl, but I raise my hand and stop them, surprised that they listened to my command.

I take out the gun from my jeans, playing with it in my hands. The only way to intimidate someone is to play with their head. Hunt their weakness and use it in your advantage, until they break right in front of your eyes.

"I don't remember saying that you can come in." I say through my teeth. I don't like the energy he shows, and I seconds away from blowing his brain out.

"My mistake, sir. Excuse me." His voice is sarcastic and light, making me burn in anger.

How the fuck did he enter my house?

I move quickly toward him, grabbing his neck in my right hand, squeezing until his face turns white. His eyes are wide, looking at me with fear. Because of his height, when I bring his face closer to mine, his feet aren't touching the ground anymore.

"You have five seconds to tell me who the fuck are you and what are you doing here."

"I'm a c-courier. The package is for your w-wife."

My hand tightens around his neck when he refers to Althea. His filthy mind shouldn't even think of her. His face turns too white, but my mind doesn't care. I want him dead, because he thought that coming in my house uninvited is absolutely normal. And he definitely saw my four-year old and my wife.

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