Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twenty Eight

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"So we're back to the silent treatment, yes? Though I do wonder what the hell I did this time to deserve it."

I gazed at my husband, genuinely apalled and intrigued by the fact that he had absolutely no idea why I would be unsettled in the first place. He wasn't being sarcastic, wasn't playing dumb at all. He genuinely thinks threatening to choke my friend with his damn spine for worrying about me is the most normal thing in the damn planet.

The ding of the elevator pushed me out of the confined space before he could say anything else that would make me attack him. Hit him over the head with my damn shoe, anything to make him somewhat normal and not the scary and incredulous bastard he always was.

"I'm not done with you yet, Emilia. And here I thought you wanted to know more about what's going on with your best friend."

I clenched my fists, holding myself back from rushing the smug bastard behind me. He was pushing my limits, irking me all so that I could talk to him. All so I would face him and engage him in whatever way.

Do it for Noah. Tolerate his crazy ass for your best friend. You've already come so far either way...

Turning to the smirking man in question, I raised a brow at him, urging him to continue with the update I had been waiting for for so long.

"Well, go on then. Tell me exactly what the hell is going on."

I responded, my voice cold and devoid of any kind of emotion. I didn't want to talk to him, let alone see him after the s**t we had been through for the last couple of days. I was tired, so sick and tired of the games and the uncertainity. It was a little early in my war with him to be as frustrated as I was but I just couldn't help it. He had pushed my buttons so damn much, physically and emotionally.

"Not until you tell me what the hell I did so wrong to have you so worked up."

My enraged look must have been sudden enough to take him aback, a confused frown settling over his lips as he watched me clench and unclench my fists, struggling to control my volatile emotions. Blowing up on Soren would change nothing. He was a cold, unfeeling bastard who clearly had no concept of social damn cues.

"Are you f*****g kidding me, Soren? I owe you no damn explanations! You, on the other hand, have been avoiding the conversation at every turn. I didn't marry you, sign my damn life away for these games! I did this for my best friend. Nothing else! Now tell me what the hell is going on with my Noah because if you don't, I swear I will walk out of your damn life and never look back!"

We were chest to chest, facing off, neither one of us breaking eye contact. The confusion on Soren was gone, replaced with the cold detachment he always beheld when facing off with his enemies. He revealed nothing, but his stormy eyes showcased the rage. Could not hide the anger inside him. Even when he spoke, although his words were silent, they beheld the silent threat I knew they would.

"You better be f*****g joking, Emilia. Because I do not take kindly to any talks of renegading on a contract. You signed your soul over to me, remember? Wherever you go, I will f*****g find you. Nothing and no one can ever keep you away from me, no matter what. Even if I have to drag you back, kicking and f*****g screaming, I will. If I have to keep you locked up until you learn to behave your damn self, until you understand that you are mine and always will be, then so be it. You belong to me, Emilia Alexander. Don't f*****g forget that."

The warning was clear as day as was the madness he exuded as his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing a little tighter than usual. His restraint was stellar, admirable even considering the burning rage simmering underneath the surface of his skin. He was a live wire, ready to explode and destroy and for a moment, I wasn't sure I would survive him.

And that f*****g scares me. More than he should ever know...

"Yes, you have my soul. But remember that you don't own my body! My emotions do not belong to you. So if you want to spend the rest of your life shacked up with a woman who detests you and tries to kill you at every turn then so f*****g be it. I will enjoy making your life a literal f*****g hell like you do to every single person out there."

I gestured harshly at the city lights beyond our large windows. A scoff escaped my husband's lips as what seemed to be clarity refined his beautiful eyes, lighting them up with knowing.

"You're f*****g pissed because of that p***y? That cowardly f*****g politseyskiy who, like a f*****g pervert, has been longing to get into your damn pants? Says a lot about what kind of double crossing f*****g bastard he is, longing for his best friend's girlfriend."

I rolled my eyes at the ridiculousness of Soren's statement to which I received a harsh glare.

"First of all, he does NOT have those kind of feelings for me. That's just the crazy voices in your head giving you some dumb f*****g ideas. Secondly, you threatened his pet? Jesus f*****g Christ, Soren. You didn't have to do that. Unless you're jealous in which case, I would tell you to shove your emotions real far up your ass because, yet again, you don't own me like that. I am your wife on contract only, remember?"

"Jealous?! Of that sorry excuse, waste of space bastard? You have got to be f*****g kidding me."

Soren scoffed, seeming genuinely annoyed by the mere suggestion and comparison with Caleb. His steps were angry as they approached me. I pushed myself to stand my ground despite the urge to run from the towering man before me who mere inches from my face, his breath fanning against my lips as he spoke.

"That piece of s**t could never be on a level relevant enough to pique my damn interest. Nobody could ever compare, illicit such emotion from me. Not when I know that I took the ultimate move. I married you, watched you sign your life over to me. No one would ever be able to beat that, Emilia. Jealousy is an unnecessary emotion. Besides, don't you think you have overestimated the value you have in my life? You are only here for entertainment value, malenkiy'zayka. Nothing more."

I didn't know why his words stung. My heart felt like it had been filled with pins, each of them digging deeper and deeper into me. I hated myself so much for letting him get to me, for letting his words affect me so much. I hated that he had such a strong effect on my emotions.

Pace yourself, Emilia...Remember exactly who this man is. Remember why you're doing this...Stay strong...

"I would never make that mistake, Soren. I know where I stand in your life. And you should remember that vice versa goes. You mean nothing to me. You are a means to an end. A stranger I have to share a life with for the period of time in which you help me achieve my goal. That's not to say I can't live my life while I wait to end yours. Nothing in the contract says I can't enjoy myself meanwhile."

Taking an even closer step to him despite the scathing glare he was granting me and the dangerous energy that was all around him, I smiled serenely, sweetly even as I felt the claws of my insanity creep forth and engulf my hurt and darkened soul.

"I will wear my sexiest outfit, let my hair down and dance the night away in New York's night scene. I will go to work and overachieve like I always f*****g do. I will read my romance novels at my favorite spot in the park and cry when I watch heartfelt rom coms. I will eat pistachio and vanilla flavored ice cream and drink my favorite iced coffee whenever I want. I will dedicate myself to ending your life and getting out of this damn contract. And, best of all, I will let handsome men f**k me in dark alleyways and shove their tongues down my throat while they pleasure me in ways you never could. I will live my damn f*****g life and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

A gasp escaped me at the sudden grip he had on my neck and the contact with the cold wall that he pushed me into. Nothing could have prepared me for the bruising kiss he gave me that literally stole my breath right out of my mouth, his tongue dominating over my own as we kissed with wild need. His free hand roughly explored my body, cupping my p*ssy so tightly, I thought I would pass out from how good it felt.

Wait, am I into this? Do I like the pain, the wildness of this moment?

My soaked panties revealed more than I wanted to admit as I stared into the darkened eyes of my husband who seemed to be in a rage filled daze. It was a scary sight, more so when a grin stretched across his lips.

"Ty deystvitel'no ne ponimayesh', kak bezumno ya oderzhima toboy, detka...... You really think I would not kill every single man who so much as looks at you? Because I will, malyshka. Every single one of those men will suffer for daring to think that they can possess what is mine. I will torture them and right before I kill them, I will make them watch me f**k the disrespect right out of you and whilst you come on my c*ck like the good girl you are, I will rip them apart and make you come again and again whilst bathed in their blood."

I literally shivered, not from fear. Not from disgust. But from the carnal part of me that longed for his words to come true. For him to show me the extent of his own insanity. It was a dangerous thought, a dangerous indulgence. It scared me just how much my body wanted him to corrupt me. Just how wet my panties had become from his deranged words.

"You wouldn't dare..."

I whispered, unable to say anything more. My voice was hoarse, my words sounding like sandpaper against my throat.

"f*****g try me,"

He really did mean it. The crazy bastard would actually do it, damn him.

"I won't give in. I will never let you possess my body in that way. Fiji was a one time fluke and it will never happen again."

I said this as I stared at his lips that were so close to mine. I knew, heck, I remembered with every fibre of my being just what those lips could do to me. To my body. They would drive me wild with need. Unleash fireworks and butterflies from within me.

"You won't have a choice. Know this, Emilia. Out there, you are Mrs. Alexander and I will Not let you tarnish my name and my image. Should you do so, I will punish you in unimaginable ways. Your body will become mine to use and abuse in whatever way I want, everything else be damned."

He paused, letting the words sink in before he pulled away from me and stalked off, leaving me speechlessly staring after him, contemplating and internalising the threat that burned through his dark gaze.

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