Page 40 of The Wraith & Her Killer

“Was it the first time I bent you over?—”

CRACK!

His words are cut off on a wail so loud I swear it rattles my brain. But that’s the sound I’d hoped for when I raised the hammer over my head and threw all my body weight into swinging it down as hard as I could, dead center on his right hand.

Blood splatters where the bones have popped through the skin, and instantly his hand is mangled. The same hand that touched me the moment I turned eighteen.

I think I sort of fall into a blackout daze after that. I don’t come back into my own mind until Adris’ whooping and hollering startles me, and I realize I’m covered in blood and the mallet is on the floor, lying in a puddle of mixed bodily fluids.

Santino is sobbing from one side of his mouth because the other side is bruised and bloody. There are teeth littering his lap and his face, hands, and knees are busted all to hell.

What the fuck? Did I do this?

Adris cackles when I fight a gag, and I glare at him as he sits there like a fucking child, happily swinging his feet to-and-fucking-fro, while one hand squeezes around his hardening cock and the other pops those fucking candy hearts in his mouth.

I roll my eyes, squaring my shoulders and leveling my eyes back on Santino, a smirk tugging at my lips when I see the tears gathering in his one good eye that hasn’t swollen shut yet, sputtering with blood and drool falling from his lips with every silent plea.

My smirk disappears completely and my knees threaten to buckle beneath me when a sudden buzzing sensation starts vibrating from within my pussy and I yelp in surprise.

Adris’ back meets my front as he keeps me from collapsing at the sudden burst of pleasure that whips up my spine and back down again.

His lips brush the shell of my ear as he wraps one hand around my throat and the other around my lower belly. “You should know better than to roll your eyes at me,little Wraith.”

I can hardly focus on Santino as he pitifully wails and curses me to hell and back with practically no teeth.

“W-what did you put inside of me?” My question is nothing more than a rasp.

“A vibrator,” he chuckles against my ear and I shiver, biting back a moan when it causes my walls to clamp around this… toy. “Or rather, a pleasure-bringing placeholder for my cock, if you will.”

“But… w-why?”

“Because,” a sharp nip at my shoulder makes me yelp, forcing Santino’s bleary-eyed attention back to me, “you need to remember that your pleasure is always mine. That youcanfind pleasure within pain. And that there is always pleasure to be found,” he presses my OTF knife into my palm and wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to press the button that unsheathes the blade, “when you’re the one inflicting the pain.”

His silver eyes darken when he turns them onto Santino. “Isn’t that right, motherfucker?”

The pure venom he’s injected into his words is a clear indicator that the question was purely rhetorical. Adris rounds me until his chest is pressed to mine, and he cups my bloody face in his large palms. His silver eyes look so alive that it borders on jubilant as he takes me in.

His thumb swipes across my cheek, smearing the blood and his tongue darts out, swiping across his bottom lip as he growls, “You’re a fucking vision in red,wife.”

I shiver at his term of endearment. Two weeks married to this man and already it feels like a lifetime, yet never enough either.

I’m about to combust when the vibrating stops suddenly. I don’t even have time to whine because Adris is claiming my mouth with his own. It’s oddly slow and incredibly sensual. Taking his time to taste me as if Santino isn’t blubbering and wailing and pleading forhis life three feet away. Cursing our existence through the new gaps in his remaining teeth.

When he pulls away, he presses one of his arrows into my hand.

“His soul is yours for the reaping, Wraith.”

I remain in Adris’ grip when I turn my head to look at Santino. My body starts to vibrate with the onset of an adrenaline spike and I take a step towards him.

“For sofuckinglong I’ve waited for this exact moment,” I say, pleasantly surprised by the strength in my voice. “You took everything from me. My mother, my life, my fuckinginnocence.You even managed to turn my own father against me in the end.”

The tips of my bare toes meet his and I stand before him, arrow in hand. Using the blade of the broad tip, I slice through the top button of his shirt like butter and he flinches.

Good.

“You hurt me.”

Pop.Another button.

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