Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twelve

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My wife always seemed to test me.

To bring out the absolute worst in me.

I had always been able to handle my emotions, to ensure the right kind of reaction despite the situation. I knew well enough that emotions could get you killed. Emotions could destroy so many plans and had ensured the downfall of Empires. I was not planning on jeopardizing all that I had worked for just because of individuals or otherwise.

Besides, my brokenness had ensured that all of my emotions had been shoved into the crevices of my being. I learnt the hard way how to stay neutral.

Well, that was until I met the infuriating woman before me who was holding my glare defiantly. And she looked so damn sexy whilst defying every single thing I stood for.

She's making me question myself, damn her! I would be well within my right to f*****g discipline her here and now...

I had made that very promise. I had warned her not to provoke me and yet the woman thought that just because I let her speak back to me at the hotel, she now held free reign over every single one of my actions.

She really believes she can control evil incarnate...she really thinks she's the one in control...

The thought amused me enough to form a ghost of a smile on my lips. My reaction seemed to alarm my darling wife enough to have a small gasp escape her lips. I didn't blame her for her reaction. It was rare to elicit a genuine, non-sarcastic smile from me. The futility of her actions genuinely amused me.

But it also made me want her so much more.

I needed Emilia Navarro Alexander so f*****g much, I couldn't f*****g breathe right or think straight. It was an alarming reaction that annoyed and exhilarated me at the same damn time.

It also made me crave a f*****g cigarette really f*****g bad.

There must have been something in my gaze that alarmed her. Maybe it was the predatory energy I was giving off. I couldn't bring myself to hide just how badly I wanted my wife underneath me. I wanted to watch her kneel before me willingly and please me whilst those gorgeous, doe eyes watched me all the while.

My thoughts had drifted into the gutter, distracted me enough to slow my reaction time. It was momentary but still enough for Emilia to exit the car. To run from my urge to show her exactly what would happen due to her defiance. I wanted her to truly understand just how much of a man of my word I was. Maybe then, she would be able to truly show me what she's hiding.

I refuse to believe she's just like every other girl. I saw the madness in her eyes at our wedding reception. I saw that same fire on our wedding night. She would have chopped me the f**k up if I were to dare force myself on her. No matter the consequence. She has the potential to f*****g end me and I will make sure that side of her stops hiding behind the red tape of normalcy that exists in all of us.

I will continue to mold her into a woman worthy of bearing the Alexander name.

And so I pushed myself out of the car. She could not get far. Never from me. And the fact that she knew just that made my d**k wet enough that it brushed against her thigh when I turned her to face me and plastered her body against my own. Madness must have been in my gaze still because she began to struggle against me.

Fucking hell...She's actually fighting me?!

Whereas it would have pissed off some, made others let go and others would never have done it, I was f*****g elated.

My suspicions had been confirmed and I had never felt more satisfaction at being right at this than anything else. Smirking, I welcomed every single one of her punches against my firm chest as I carried the fiery woman in my arms and placed her against the warm bonnet of my car.

A gasp escaped her lips once I did so, her warm breath fanning my lips once I leaned down against her. She was certainly not expecting my actions for she froze for a moment, a heavenly moment where I obtained the chance to truly look at her. To admire the perfect woman that she was. Gorgeous amber-gray eyes, waist length hair that was curly and beautiful, a body that drove me wild with desire.

She upset every facet of my being whilst unleashing a wild need within me that I didn't even know I still possessed.

And when she's mad, cursing my ancestors and I, no doubt, to kingdom come in fluent and flawless Spanish...

I couldn't help the smirk that stretched across my lips as I watched her writhe and curse underneath me. The woman was beyond my wildest dreams and also my biggest nightmare. She was a puzzle I was yet to solve but knew well enough I would enjoy the conquest thoroughly.

My reaction seemed to rile her up more as she fought harder underneath me, her eyes threatening the violence I needed to see from her. The wildness in her eyes was growing with every moment that I kept her trapped and in my mercy. I couldn't help but lean down and sniff the intoxicating and heady scent that was steadily growing into my new obsession. Cherry blossoms were now my absolute favorite flower for my wife smelled heavenly.

"You f*****g psychopath! Get off me and stop sniffing me like some f*****g creep! God, I knew you were weird but this is f*****g insane! I'm warning you, Soren. I will f*****g end you if you do not get the hell off of me NOW!"

Panic seeped into her tone, the fire that had been burning bright and fast, steadily making its way to the madness I needed, now gone and replaced with that traitorous tone. I frowned into her neck, pulling back from the chaste kisses I had been granting her.

Although her body seemed to respond to my every touch and kiss, her fear was overwhelming everything else. She was terrified and that f*****g irritated the s**t out of me.

Who did this to her? Who scares her more than I f*****g do?!

I could feel my anger grow, my need to shoot someone in the face making my hands twitch. I needed a release and my beautiful wife's thrashing and fighting was not sating the burning anger that swirled within me at the thought of her being petrified of someone.

That could only mean that someone f*****g hurt her...Someone instilled fear into her and I will never stop hunting them down, whoever they are.

My strong desire and need to protect my wife brought forth a multitude of foreign emotions that were appalling enough to distract me for a moment.

But a moment was all she needed.

A moment that immediately shifted the scales and brought back to life the raging b***r that had relaxed under the assault of my anger and need to destroy.

The barrel of my gun was cold against my forehead despite the fact that it had been holstered at my side barely two seconds ago. She had acted incredibly fast, swift and cunningly. She had made use of the small opening I granted her to deal a decisive blow. A move I certainly did not see coming.

"Put the gun down, malen'kiy zayka . Before you end up hurting yourself."

I stated, unable to hold back my grin as I watched her hands slightly waver under my sure gaze. Although I knew well enough not to underestimate my darling wife, I also knew her limits.

She would not shoot me.

She was not capable of such a callous move...yet. And that innocence was what drew me to her. It was what made me desire her as badly as I did and also want to corrupt her. I wanted to taint her white as snow soul and make it into the dark thing I knew it needed to be in my world.

This was the only way to be an Alexander and still keep your sanity.

She had claimed once that she was already too broken beyond repair but her despair was nothing compared to what she could possibly endure in my world.

"You really think I won't do it, huh? You really think I'm not capable of such insanity?"

She declared, seeming genuinely irked by the fact that I knew she would not kill me. There were many other reasons why I was not as worried by the fact that she had a gun to my temple. Death had never really scared me. I was too broken to fear the grim reaper, especially when I knew what fate awaited me.

I was still the King of Sin. Not even death could conquer me and my enemies knew just that.

It's exactly why they stayed the f**k away from me. No one had given me a decent fight in forever. Which was why my spitfire wife was a welcome respite after many years of being at the top. Uncontested.

"I know the madness is inside you. I just don't think you've reached this particular level. As much as I would have loved it to be so."

My grin was genuine as were my words. I dreamed of her sprawled on top of me, her eyes shimmering with insanity as she poised herself. As she readied herself to strike and make me bleed.

I dreamt of fading away blissfully in her arms, her hands coated with my blood that she smeared all over her body. She looked so f*****g beautiful in that moment. Like my mad f*****g demon and the urge to c*m in my boxers had never been stronger.

I had saved the mental image, f*****g framed it in my mind and the urge to get her there was strong. It was exactly why my disappointment at her reaction to my actions had been so intense. I could not let that image go. I could not allow myself to conceive that it could have all been just a dream.

But she, yet again, proved me wrong. My gorgeous, untamed wife did what I least expected and that was saying something coming from me.

With a determined glint I was yet to see on her, she inched the gun a few spaces to my left. The shot was loud, reverberating throughout the garage as the bullet bounced off of the bulletproof exterior of my Maserati GranTurismo that was parked opposite us.

Seeing my stunned gaze must have spurned her on for she grinned. It was genuine and so f*****g jarring, I was speechless.

She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen... And she's all mine...

Fuck, Soren, How in the hell did you get so f*****g lucky?

"Warning shot. I know you don't care about the cars. Drop in the ocean, right?"

I shrugged, smirking as I recognized the words I had spoken to her not too long ago. The fact that she remembered them pleased me to no end. She was a good listener, great memory. That would aid her well whilst she lived her life beside me.

"You also don't really give a s**t life about your own life. I mean, you've been trying to get me to kill you for the past two days like some sort of suicidal psychopath. You're unhinged. Insane. You kinda have to be to live the life that you do. Which is why I know this does nothing but make your d**k wet, huh?"

The gun was back against my forehead, the hot barrel of it warming my cool forehead. She knew me quite well, so much so that my d**k twitched against her thigh, thereby confirming her suspicions. I shrugged despite her widened gaze that would have been comical had she not released the most beautiful and melodious chuckle I had ever had.

It made my heart beat faster, my palms growing a little sweatier as I watched her genuinely laugh at my insanity. It was the most beautiful sight I had seen in a very long time.

It distracted me enough to not register that the gun was no longer against my forehead but rather against her own head. The sight jarred me back to the present harshly, reminding me that the woman beneath me had managed to gain the gall to shoot the damn gun. She had f*****g done it which meant that she was capable of so much more.

Including emptying the damn clip into her head, dammit!

I moved to take the gun away from her when she shook her head, tutting while she did so.

"Ah..ah...I would not do that if I were you. Otherwise, I'm going to have to destroy the paint job on this beautiful f*****g car and I really would not want that. Blood and brain matter are a b***h to clean off but I guess you already know that."

Her gaze never wavered, never showcased any kind of bluff or otherwise. She was either very f*****g good at acting or she actually meant it. I was not planning on taking that risk.

"The question is how you would know that? I doubt you went around Aspen, Colorado shooting people in the head and cleaning up the blood and brain matter."

She shrugged, never once giving anything away which unsettled the f**k out of me. I hated the fact that I could not read her like I usually could. On the things that I actually wanted to know about her, she knew well enough how to hide them. It would have been f*****g terrifying were it not irritating the s**t out of me.

"You may not care about your material possessions or yourself but the one thing that matters to you is ensuring your ripe, new wife stays exactly like that. I am too special to have a hole in the side of my head, huh? Brain matter splattered all over your expensive f*****g clothes. It would probably be a new record in the mafia world. Literally one day of marriage and I chose a f*****g bullet rather than being by your side. It would probably make you the fastest widower in your world."

For some reason, her words irked the s**t out of me. It shouldn't have. She was clearly trying to get a rise out of me. I could see that and yet it still pissed me off, more so when she f*****g chuckled like pointing a gun at her damn head and talking casually about exploding her brains on my expensive car was the funniest f*****g thing in the world.

"Emilia, put the f*****g gun down before I make you and trust me, I won't be nice about it."

I threatened, my voice dark with the demons that I unleashed whenever someone crossed me. She must have seen and heard them for her laugh died on her lips, her eyes shimmering with the fear and uneasiness that came with facing these particular violent demons. She was at least lucid enough to recognize a dangerous f*****g situation.

"What was it exactly that changed your mood? Is it my nonchalance at the fact that I could be knocking on death's door at the small squeeze of this f*****g trigger? You hate not being in control, huh? It f*****g kills you to know that I've defied you. That I might actually have the audacity to die before you deign it the right time for me to do so. After I have fulfilled my end of the bargain in this sick and twisted game we're playing."

Her had tightened against the gun, the barrel digging deeper against her head. Her eyes, those gorgeous eyes that always mesmerized me, were now bathed in the exact madness I had wanted to coax out of her. She was hanging precariously off the damn edge and, for a moment, I hated it so much, I felt the urge to empty the contents of breakfast.

It also filled me with so much reverence, so much f*****g pride to know the lengths she was willing to go to, that I wanted to f**k her hard enough, she would scream and moan my name. I wanted to reward her and also f*****g shake her awake.

They were the most confusing emotions I had ever felt in my damn life. I detested the uncertainty that never reared its ugly head within me. She was uprooting every facet of my f*****g life.

"Emilia, I swear to god. Don't f*****g test me, malyshka. I won't f*****g take it. Especially not from you."

I was at the very edge of my patience now, my anger threatening to spill over. My sin of Wrath was rearing its ugly head and although I did not want my darling wife to witness my worst, she was growing dangerously close to being at the other end of it.

"I need you to understand something, Soren. All the things you believed about me. All the things you think I can and cannot do. You need to erase them from your mind. You need to understand and comprehend that if I wanted to pull this damn trigger, I would. If I grew the urge to f*****g end you, I could. All I need is the right motivation. The madness you've been searching for is right underneath my skin. Waiting, watching and planning. There is much you don't know about me. Maybe you never will. But underestimating me will be your downfall, husband."

She said nothing else. She did not have to. Her words and her gaze had relayed the message perfectly.

She was Everything.

I watched in silent awe as she removed the gun from the precarious position it was in before she emptied the clip and bullet in the chamber. She did it so effortlessly, so perfectly that I was speechless. I watched as the bullets scattered across the floor, the gun clattering after them.

She thereby proceeded to shove me off of her. I let her walk past me and all I could do was watch and grin.

I had always trusted my gut, done what I needed to do to get exactly what I needed. Obtaining her had been a selfish urge. Well, at least I thought so at the time. Seeing her in action had changed everything, though.

My gut f*****g strikes again...I knew she was special. I just never thought she would become my absolute obsession...

I am going to figure out every f*****g secret you're hiding, moya zhenshchina. And I will enjoy every single moment of it...

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