Page 56 of Entangled
“You fucking bitch!” He howled, tears involuntarily running down his face.
“I’m not fucking kidding, Jude. I’ll cut your damn tongue out,” I said, meaning every last word.
Being the son of a Mafia boss, I was no stranger to causing misery to those that wronged us. It didn’t mean I liked it, but knowing the hell that this piece of scum had put Soren through made it easier than I’d care to admit.
I pulled out my switchblade for dramatic effect, and I could see the fear seep into his eyes.
“Please Soren,” he begged. “I’m your husband. Think of everything I’ve done for you.”
Soren walked with a predator’s gait, slow and confident, and with a promise of violence, though Jude didn’t seem to notice.
I stepped back and watched as she bent down and came eye level with him, grabbing his cheeks and squeezing his face, leaning in like she was about to kiss him.
My heart thundered in my chest, knowing there was no way she could be so easily swayed.
And I watched with absolute fucking glee as she spit in his face and punched him.
“Iamthinking of everything you’ve done for me. I’m only returning the favor,” she cooed without a hint of love inside those words.
I remember the woman Soren first was when I met her. She was so full of fear and had a bottomless pit of darkness in her eyes. As if she wasn’t living her life, she was just doing her best to survive it.
Now when she turned to look at me, I could see afirein her eyes, and a confidence and power I knew she’d buried deep down due to fear.
But she would never have to fear anything again. Even if I wasn’t around, I knew after everything she’d been through, she’d never be put in that situation again.
“Let’s make this quick, shall we?” Soren asked me. “I’m dying for you to take me home and bend me over that piano of yours.”
I knew she was saying it to get a rise out of Jude, but damn it if my dick didn’t swell at her words. And I also knew without a shadow of a doubt that nothing about this would be quick. Not in the way we worked Jude’s body to the brink of death, and not how I worked Soren’s body later on when I fucked her.
“I fully intend to, princess,” I replied, spinning my switchblade between my fingers, and stabbing Jude in the side, causing a scream to rip from his throat.
“Save your strength, Jude. We’re just getting started.”
I pulled the blade out of his side after twisting it in just a hair, so I made sure he felt every groove of my blade. Anything I did to him would be little in comparison to Soren, but what I could promise him was an immense amount of pain before life finally left his eyes.
My fist met his face over and over again until I heard the crunch of his nose breaking beneath my knuckles and the squelch of blood as it ran down his face.
“I hope that hurts you pathetic motherfucker,” I hissed in his face, before stepping back and gesturing to him to let Soren know it was her turn.
She gracefully took the baseball bat still in her hands and slammed it into Jude’s crotch, and I swear his voice went up eight octaves as he screamed.
Blood splashed on Soren’s face as she hit him repeatedly, bludgeoning him with the bat, as all of the pent up anger she had kept so far down finally began to surface.
“Baby, give him a minute to breathe,” I said, grabbing the bat to stop Soren’s movements. She looked at me confused, and Jude looked at me like I had granted him mercy. “We have all night, and there are still so many fun things we can do to him.”
A wicked grin slowly graced Soren’s face, and paired with the droplets of blood splattered on her face she looked manic, and I had never known her to be more beautiful.
It was like watching a princess finally realize she was a queen, and taking back her reign once and for all.
The scalding waterpouring from the shower head worked wonders on my tired muscles, and I leaned against the shower wall, caging Soren in between my arms and watched the flow of crimson tainted water wash down the drain.
I could tell by the end of our torture session that she was running on fumes. She’d never to my knowledge participated in something like that before, and it took a lot out of someone, both physically and mentally.
“Stand in the water, let me wash this off you,” I coaxed her gently, leaning her head back for her hair to get wet. I knew what it looked like when someone was tired in their bones, and that was what the woman before me was. I had every intention oftaking care of her tonight so she had nothing else left to worry about.
I squeezed some shampoo into my palm and began working it into her hair, taking my time and massaging her scalp, all while her eyes were closed and she didn’t make a sound.
I lathered the washcloth with soap and kneeled down, washing her from head to toe.
