Page 12 of Cruel Love
James
Guilt churned through me as I showered, yet my cock was painfullyhard at the memory of smashing through Willow’s barrier.
She didn’t want me to fuck her. Deep down, I’d convinced myselfthatif she gave me permission, I wouldn’t feel so bad. Of course she didn’t have a choice in the matter, we both knew it, but selfishly, I needed to hear her saythatI could touch her,evenif it was under duress.
Stupidreally. I could quite happily kill a man with my bare hands andnot feel an ounce of remorse, yet fucking a woman without her true consent made me hate myself.
I couldn’t understand why I was getting so fucking worked up about it.Willow was my wife. It was natural for a husband and wife to fuck, no one would questionthat. Besides, she was a means to an end,thatwas all; a mantra I’d repeated every day since I made my decision to claim her.
Yet for some reason, over the past two weeks, I’d found myselfthinking about her more often than I wanted. She’d creep into my mind when I was trying to focus on business, the moment her blue and green eyes met mine, and the way she scurried around, practically invisible to everyone but me.
From the minute I left Peartree House, I somehow refrained fromfucking any other women, orevenfucking my hand forthatmatter. I didn’t know why I tortured myself, but Christ, was it worth it when I finally got to come inside her.
But after I fucked her, something in my brain clicked, reminding methatshe was nothing but a hole to fuck, and a vessel to carry my child. After I finished, I had to get the hell away from her, and as I stormed from her room, I promised myselfthatI would set boundaries. Otherwise, I could see myself becoming obsessed with the mouse.
With any luck, I’d knock her up quickly, andthenI wouldn’t have totouch her again. I could go back to fucking willing women, and she could carry on being the mouse she was, creeping around the house with no one paying her any attention. I ignored the part of methatwas already craving to be inside heragain. I couldn’t remember a time when I’d felt a cunt so fucking perfect squeezing around my cock.
Shoving the guilt down, I switched off the shower and got out beforewrapping a towel around my waist and striding into my bedroom, briefly wondering if Willow had showered and washed my come out of her pussy.
For some reason, the thought of her trying to remove me from insideof her so soon had me clenching my fists. But before I could storm back into her bedroom, fuck her again, and demandthatshe kept my come inside her, my phone rang.
“What?” I snapped.
“Wow, married for less than two hours and already you’re a miserablecunt. I thought this was supposed to be the happiest day of your life,”my best friend and business partner chuckled down the phone.
Jackson Rivers was from the same world I was. Born to one of thefounding families of Legion, we were destined to be in each other’s lives whether we liked it or not. Itjustso happenedthatwe had an awful lot in common, including how dark our souls were, which was why he was one of the few people I trusted with my life.
“Can’t you tell from the tone of my voice how deliriously happy I am,”Igrumbled, ditching my towel to throw on a pair of shorts.
“Ireallycan,”he said, humor lacing his tone.“I see why you call her amouse. Timid little thing, isn’t she? She didn’t utter a single sound throughout the entire journey, I almost forgot she was there.”
I hadn’t trusted Kevin Welch to not do something stupid, like sneakWillow out of the house in a bid to keep her from me. The minute I left Peartree House two weeks ago, I’d arranged for my men to watch him around the clock, making sure he kept to his word.
When the time came, I wanted people I could trust to bring Willow tome, so it was an easy decision when Jackson volunteered to join the party to collect her.
I hummed my agreement, my mind flashing to how she’d cried when Islammed into her tight pussy. After I’d told her to be quiet, she hadn’t made a sound, and a part of me hatedthat.
I wanted her to cry.
I wanted to know she was feeling every single inch of me claimingher.
“Have you fucked her yet? Did her cunt feel as good as I imagined itwould?”Jackson chuckled again.
I gritted my teeth. Ordinarily, Jackson and I were happy to discuss ourlatest conquests,evengoing as far as sharing a woman on regular occasions, but something about him imagining what Willow felt like sent a flash of rage through me.
I wanted to be the only one who knew what her perfect pussy felt like.
“Did you phone for a specific reason orjustto ask about my wife’scunt?”I growled, earning yet another devious snicker from the dickhead.
“Other than to wish you congratulations on your wedding day, we’vegot a new contract,”he replied, turning serious.
“Go on.”
“It’s in New York, so you’ll probably have to leave your new wife for acouple of days,”Jackson replied. In the background, I could hear him tapping away at his computer.
This was how he and I worked. He got the contracts, he figuredout the logistics, and he was my eyes and ears when I carried out my role as the executioner.
“I think I can live withthat,”I said, pushing thoughts of Willow from mymind.“Who’s the target?”
