Page 40 of Depravity

I carry her into the bathroom and set her down on the counter. She winces as her arse touches the cold marble, but she knows better than to complain. I run a washcloth under warm water and gently clean her face, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

She watches me silently, her eyes never leaving mine, and I can see the trust building in her gaze.

Once she's clean, I help her off the counter and lead her back to the bedroom. She's still naked, her body shaking from both the adrenaline and the cold. I guide her to the bed and pull back the covers, gesturing for her to get in.

She hesitates for a moment, looking up at me with those big doe eyes.

"Get some sleep," I say, pulling the duvet over her. "Tomorrow is a new day."

As I step back, I see that micro expression of surprise and I have to suppress a smile at her reaction. So, she wanted me to join her. She wanted me to comfort her. Is that how she imagined this would end, us curled up with my arms around her, holding her?

My fingers flex, and my dick responds to that. But she needs to learn that her pleasure, her wants, her needs, are all secondary to mine.

I lean down, planting a kiss on her forehead, and I can't help but feel a pang of tenderness towards her despite my anger.

She nods, snuggling down into the pillows, and I can see the exhaustion written all over her face.

I watch her for a moment longer, and then I turn and leave the room, locking the door behind me.

She’s going nowhere now, she’s not taking a single step in this house without my say so. She thought she had a prison before, now she’s going to learn what it means to push my buttons.

Ileft my little doll at home again. Left my wedding ring too.

I run my hand over the empty space where it sits, and it’s curious that I’ve gotten so used to it already that I now notice the absence.

The sun is partially obscured by the clouds. It’s practically a glorious day.

Ordinarily, I wouldn’t be here at this time. It’s easier to attack under the cover of darkness. But word is, this man is fleeing tonight, taking his family with him. And we can’t have that, now can we?

Around me, my men wait on my orders.

It feels good to be Reaping. It feels good to be channelling my frustration into something worthwhile. All evening, my phonehas been going off, ringing non-stop. Apparently, my ‘fiancée’ is getting desperate. Like I give a fuck.

My eyes land on the house in question. “Let’s go,” I mutter.

We’re stealthy enough. We keep to the bushes, the hedge line. Stupid bugger has enough coverage that we can practically walk right up to the brickwork without being spotted. Besides, we’ve already isolated their surveillance so right now, their camera’s are showing fuck all.

“Break it down,” I snarl.

One of my men moves forward, using a battering ram to smash the side door in. As the wood shatters, we all barrel inside.

“I want this place secure within five minutes,” I bellow. I’ve no need for secrecy now. Let them come, let them challenge me.

Gunshots ring out. I duck as a hail of bullets narrowly misses my head. Then I take aim and pull the trigger, watching as the guard’s body falls from the balcony, landing in a way that would snap his neck and kill him, if he wasn’t already a goner.

Then it falls quiet, too quiet. I can literally hear the sound of my men breathing as they go from room to bloody room.

Where the fuck are they? I know they haven’t left yet. I know the bastard is still here, somewhere.

“Come out, Lord Upshaw,” I taunt, “Come out now, and I might not let my men take turns fucking your wife…”

It’s beneath me to make such a threat really, but I know it’ll have the desired effect. I know the coward is hiding in here somewhere, I know they all are. As I make my way through their pathetic sized home, I can see all the bags packed. Poor things, they were so close weren’t they? So fucking close.

But God is not on their side. No, God does not favour them.

A movement catches my eye. I turn my head, and see a shadow out the window.

As quickly as I can, I wrench the thing open and pull the person back in as they start screaming. It’s a maid. She lands on her knees, begging me to spare her. To say I’m disappointed is an understatement.

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