Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Thirteen

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The Elevator ride was pin drop silence, nothing but the grinding of the machine as it took us up to my husband's penthouse apartment. Although I was standing at the other side of the small box, I couldn't help but be aware of every single sinew of muscle on his body and every little exhale he released.

I was obsessing, dying to know what he was thinking about and whether I had really f****d up as majorly as I believed I just did.

Award for the dumbest f*****g human on the planet goes to you, Emilia Navarro. Who the hell reveals their hand before the war well and truly begins?!

If my husband had thought of abandoning this insane arrangement at any point then those thoughts had certainly flown out the damn window now. I had given him what he wanted. I had shown him a side of me I had kept buried for such a long damn time.

How could I have possibly broken so easily?! How did he manage to get into my head and mess me up so bad?!

His words and countenance.

They had been the straw that broke the proverbial camel's back and pushed me to insanity.

In that moment, I wanted to show him just how f*****g wrong he had been. I wanted him to feel the anger, the crazy emotions that rolled through my body every single damn time I thought about the situation we were now in.

I had not been prepared for the arousal that came with fighting him. The gushing of my c*nt when I felt his own hard on press against me.

Soren was well and truly depraved, just as I was...But that has never really been a secret. I sensed it on him the minute we met.

My mind registered everything, including how well we fit against each other. Our bodies melded effortlessly, almost as if we were made for each other...

Dangerous territory, Em...He's a f*****g psychopath and dangerous as hell...

I knew the rational part of me was right. That I needed to be careful about the emotions he made me feel but it was growing harder and harder to make my body understand that his face value perfection did not mirror his dark soul.

That the raw want he held for me was nothing but unhinged lust. He would probably dispose of me and resume his escapades with all the women who must be at his beck and call. I would not be anything special, just a singular moment in his expansive s****l experience.

Besides, I know well enough that one intimate night with him would probably destroy me for every other man out there. I can't let that happen. I have to survive through this somehow. I probably won't be in one piece but I sure as hell can't latch onto him like that.

The ding of the elevator brought me back to the present, alerting me to the fact that we would be all alone in our new home. The thought was thrilling, a little naughty despite my earlier thoughts and convictions.

Fucking hell, Emilia. Stow away the horny for chrissake...

My struggles flew right out the window whence my eyes landed on the figure sprawled out on his couch, naked as the day she was born.

Bare p*ssy glistened under the natural light coming in through the floor to ceiling windows that surrounded the entirety of the massive Living room. A bottle of what seemed to be lube was perched atop the glass coffee table, explaining away the liquid that had covered the gorgeous woman's most intimate part.

Soren and I were both frozen in place, shock assailing us both as we took in the grinning woman before us who had assumed what seemed to be a sexy pout as she stared straight at my husband. None of us quite said anything, only stared as the scene unfolded before us.

Any thoughts of intimacy with Soren to explore the s****l tension downstairs? Ruptured. Completely destroyed.

Jeez, and it only took one of his many conquests to shove her beautiful p*ssy-I mean, how can it possibly be that gorgeous?!- in your face for you to realize that he is not right for you? Bravo, Em.

"How the f**k did you get in here?"

His voice was deathly calm, so much so that I found myself turning to look at him for the first time since we had left the garage downstairs. His fists were clenched, the only sign that showcased the anger that I could sense on him. His expression was neutral but there was a cold detachment to it. Almost as if he was masking anger beyond comprehension. His eyes never left the woman before us who didn't seem to see what I could see.

She could not see the Danger lurking, stalking her and ready to pounce.

"I-I saw you entering the codes before. That's how I knew it. I hoped to surprise you but I didn't realize we would have company."

She grinned-actually grinned-as she assessed me from head to toe with a suggestive look that was certainly not welcome. Not because I didn't like girls. I had had my fair share of gorgeous crushes and explored my sexuality in college plenty.

The situation in itself was what unsettled the hell out of me.

And the resentment lurking in her gaze. She's hiding it well, I'll give her that, but I had been around enough hypocrites in my younger years to spot a snake before they poisoned me.

Soren did not believe her bullshit excuse one bit and for a moment, I actually admired his ability to read people. It probably wouldn't be so great for me since he would be able to read me like a f*****g book but I was glad he could see her lies despite her still being spread-eagled before us.

Jesus...Is she not uncomfortable? I mean, if I had a p*ssy like that, I would probably show it off too but not when the air in here is icy cold as hell and the man I came here for looks like he's about to wring my damn neck.

Releasing a small sigh, I removed my hand from my husband's grip. He did not fight me at all. Good. He had no right to when one of his lovers had put on a presentation worthy of a grand damn prize.

One day of marriage and I had already been threatened with a knife, almost killed in a car accident, had a gun against my head and had one of his ex lovers not only show off her lubed up c*nt to me but also remind me why I would and could never be enough for my husband.

He has a type and I certainly don't fit into his ideal woman. Not by a long f*****g shot.

I stalked past him, never once glancing back to check if he was watching me or to look at the woman who followed me with her gaze. I did not know the layout of the grand apartment but I certainly needed to be anywhere but where those two were. Proceeding up the spiral staircase to the first floor, I opened the very first door I found, thanking my lucky stars that it was a beautifully designed bedroom.

It was only after I had settled on the King sized bed that I realized my hands were shaking, my body was less than okay and my mind was reeling from the events of the day and the scene we had walked into. My heart was beating so damn fast, I was afraid it would jump right out of my chest and my body was alive with an emotion I had not felt in a long time.

I was f*****g furious. Angry as hell and I couldn't bring myself to calm down.

He is not yours, Emilia. At least not in the way that justifies the rage coursing through your veins...

It was an apt reminder that our marriage was simply for convenience and circumstance and yet I still wanted to rip that woman a new asshole and shove her naked ass right into the damn elevator and away from Soren. I wanted to reign down my wrath upon her and my husband for being so f*****g reckless with his whores.

One day after our wedding, dammit! He said all the things he had last night and declared his desire for me only to have his ex mistress welcome us home?!

Part of me suspected that he had not known this would happen. His silent rage was clear enough evidence of this and yet I could not help but latch onto the volatile emotions of my past. Memories of Jace's betrayal scorched my mind and body like acid. He had cheated on me, and with a stripper no less. It had hurt so f*****g bad, I was sure I wouldn't recover.

And then you went ahead and forgave him...Christ, Emilia, you were such a f*****g moron...

I'd loved Jason Parker with all my heart for a long time and latched onto the memories we had made back in high school when we first started going out. The good moments were all I could think about and indulge, blinding me from the toxicity that had become our relationship. The break up had been a long time coming but the memories still stuck with me. Good and Bad.

"And those bad ones are really tempting me to unleash armageddon on that bitch."

I paced the room, willing myself to calm down. To not let her or Soren get to me but I was struggling. Part of me believed I deserved to feel this way. I was his wife, goddammit! I had a right to be furious about this entire situation. No spouse would ever be thrilled about walking into the s**t fest that we had.

But the more sensible side of me remembered that I was not his true love. He owed me absolutely nothing but Noah's whereabouts.

Heck, is Soren even capable of love?

I was not surprised when he slipped into the room a few moments later. He had the tread of a panther which was perfect for his work I guess. I had noticed him though despite being perched in front of the floor to ceiling windows- yet another residue from my past. A secret I could not yet reveal. I admired the view before me. It had been the only way to somewhat sate my anger but the irritation was still there, lurking and waiting for provocation.

Our gazes met through the reflection of the glass as he perched himself beside me. We said nothing, each of us simply staring. His eyes followed my every move, including when I ran a hand through my hair in exasperation. The silence was killing me but I would not have to wait long as he instantly latched onto my hand.

"Where the hell did you get this?"

There was no 'I'm sorry my ex lover was spread-eagled on our couch one day after our wedding'. Not that I had really expected an apology. I had hoped for one, yes, but Soren had proven himself as unpredictable as always.

Confused, I gazed down to look at what he was glaring at and paused at the sight of the bruise.

Shit.

It had been acquired during my pathetic attempt at an escape yesterday outside the church and although I had ensured to keep it from his ever watchful gaze, I had been reckless. I had removed the coat that hid it from him and protected the man who had clutched onto me tightly whilst following orders. Not that I liked the fact that he had been rough with me. I just didn't want him to end up dead in a ditch somewhere for doing his job.

"Infierno sangriento...We just found your ex mistress waiting naked for you, p*ssy glistening and everything, but yes, let's talk about some random bruise on my body."

I rolled my eyes at his audactiy as the annoyance that had been present before began to rear its head again. I pulled my hand from his grip, showcasing just how ridiculous he was being but my husband was not easily distracted and clearly did not give two shits about my sarcasm.

"Don't f*****g play with me, Emilia. Not on this. Now, where the f**k did you get this bruise from?"

Annoyance flashed in his eyes, showcasing that he was less than pleased by my trying to divert the conversation. His hands were clenched at his sides, his eyes never leaving the hand in question even when I hid it behind my back. He had latched onto that and for some reason, I knew he would not back down until I gave him a feasible explanation.

"If you hadn't noticed yet because you were too busy being a psychopath, I am klutz. It isn't the best combination with the fact that I bruise easily but that's just how things are. Now, can we go back to the reasonable part of this conversation, that is, should I prepare myself mentally to be assailed by bare p*ssys every time I come home? Because that really isn't going to work for me. So may I suggest a schedule for your mistresses? And maybe keep the voyeurism to your bedroom?...Hey, don't look at me like I'm crazy. I know house rules aren't great but they keep the peace."

I shrugged, keeping a straight face even as Soren glared at me for ignoring his inquiries. He was clearly a man who did not like his questions going unanswered.

Well, you're about to pop a blood vessel because I am not going to condemn another man to death...

"What if I like voyeurism? What if having my pretty little doll waiting patient for me at the door is the kind of s**t that gets me hard? You can't ask me to change because you're a prude, malen'kiy zayka. Not in my house."

He took a step toward me, his eyes boring right into my soul as a playful smirk danced across his lips. He was enjoying the torment he was unleashing upon me, playing with my emotions. It was almost as if he knew something I didn't and was having fun at my expense, damn him.

"Our house, baby. Remember, what's yours is mine."

I held my ground, grinning as a frown settled on his features at my statement. His eyes flashed with the threat of a storm and for a moment, I regretted not taking a step back to avoid the intensity he was now granting me. It felt dangerous to stand so close to him, in arm's reach and vulnerable to whatever he would wish to unleash upon me.

"What I would do to f**k that smart, pretty mouth of yours, malyshka."

Goosebumps. I breathlessly watched as he ran a thumb across my lower lip, eliciting electric shocks throughout my entire body.

Jesus...How could he make me so wet with one single action?!

"You have a more than willing w***e downstairs who's ready to do your bidding."

I restored my sanity by latching onto my anger, allowing the claws to sink deep and pull me from the insane s****l tension between us. He seemed displeased by my deflection but said nothing, choosing instead to grant me that infuriatinly handsome smirk of his.

"Someone sounds very f*****g jealous right now. Are you worried Anna will take my atention away from you, malyshka? Do you maybe want to shove her through the window of this high rise? Because I would pay to see that. It would certainly save me the trouble."

He seemed genuinely amused and excited at the prospect of a cat fight between Anna and I. The man was a f*****g lunatic but he could read me so damn well, I hated him for it. He also had an uncanny way of making me unhinged. I wanted to indulge my darkest desires when I was with him.

He's dangerous for me... I need to stay on course, remember the reason why I'm here right now....

"You're delusional. I could not give two shits about you and Anna and whatever weird s*x-slave kind of relationship y'all have going on. If you want a cat fight then I suggest you hire some other whores to do it for you. Money certainly isn't a problem for the great Soren Alexander and neither is the sourcing of sluts clearly."

I granted him a serene smile, shoving down my anger to the deepest depths of me. I would not let him see just how much his ex lover had gotten under my skin. I had no right to be angry like this. None at all and he would certainly use it as leverage against me were he to find out.

My husband said nothing for a full ten seconds, his watchful gaze boring into me.I somehow found the strength to hold on despite my raging heart beat and my body's urge to smooth away the misplaced curl that had settled on his forehead. I was acutely aware that we were in a bedroom, a King Sized bed right beside us.

The possibilities were endless and my traitorous body could not contain the flush that settled over my features at the nasty thoughts raging through me.

"I'll say this once, moya zhenschina. I may not be a religious man but I take vows very seriously. You are my wife, the woman I chose to be Mrs. Alexander. No one else can ever compare or take the position you now hold. Whores. Sluts. They pale in comparison to you. They could never replace you for you were created-made- to stand by my side. You are My Queen of Sin. Remember that the next time you start feeling jealous or insecure."

Hand around my throat, lips so close that his breath brushed against me. I speechlessly stared at the man who had wrecked me with a few, simple words. A statement that erased all my doubts and my anger.

My body was alive with want and his promise to make me come to him, beg him to take me was taking root in my heart.

Fuck...He wasn't wrong when he said he would make me question every single facet of my being...

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