Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Eight

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I was playing a dangerous game.

A very dangerous f*****g game.

Engaging my demented husband in his violent fantasies was not something that I should be doing. I wasn't a woman who took death lightly. Even if it was a very enticing idea to end his life and be free.

God, why does that get me excited?! Is he seriously rubbing off on me? I need about a thousand Hail Mary's to cleanse my soul.

But even as I thought it, I knew well enough that nothing would ever be able to save my tainted soul. I belonged to the King of Sin after all. My life was his and he seemed more than prepared to put his own life on the line, all for an insane wager.

Could he really have meant it? Does he really think so little of me? Does he think I won't drive a knife through his heart if I could?

Normal people did not usually indulge such violent thoughts. Heck, I shouldn't! Ash would have probably had a field day with these particular emotions rolling through me. She would have had me committed for psych eval and I would probably f*****g deserve it.

But she's been busy having Diesel stick his tongue down her throat so... maybe not lucid enough to make such a call when she herself was engaging with the man who appeared to be more dangerous than the others.

I worried for her. I knew well enough that Diesel was fascinated by her. He had fixated and although that would have been somewhat cute with a sensible, career loving man because he would offer my friend security, she was instead dealing with a VERY dangerous man whose psychotic tendencies seemed to be shielded behind his enchanting green eyes.

The urge to warn her off of him was strong but what the hell was I gonna say to rationalize my request?

Hey, so stay away from Diesel because he's a psychotic killer who may be one among the most dangerous men in this f*****g country? Oh, and I married his boss who might just be more lethal than he is!

I would deserve to be committed into that damn psych ward. I would deserve anything else society threw at me for making this irrational f*****g decision. Danger rolled off all those men, Christian included.

Charming as he had been with the most dazzling smile, I could see the lethal intent in the depth of his eyes. The man might be one of the most eligible bachelors in this damn Country but if it came down to it, he would destroy it just so he could get what he wanted. His desire to consume scared the hell out of me.

And Kenji. f**k, the chill I garnered from him was enough to raise the hairs on the back of my neck. Poster child for calm and collected hid the monster lurking within. That man was not the normal, silent guy he set out to be. He was death incarnate, just like his brothers.

Although it was all fun and games and jokes, I knew well enough that he was not pleased with Soren and I's marriage-Me and You both, buddy- but I could also see well enough that he was not going to interfere. The two men seemed close, enough to respect each other's decisions. Their trust for each other was a sight to behold.

But that doesn't mean he trusts me. He may not be outwardly showing his disdain for me but I am not going to let my guard down. I cannot let my guard down with either one of them. It would be too f*****g dangerous.

I knew letting fear consume me was foolish. I could not let the claws sink in too deep, showcase to the sharks surrounding me that I was bloody and vulnerable because then, they would dive in and rip me apart. I could never survive them, least of all my husband.

Husband.

Oh Dear God. I really did lose my f*****g mind when I made that borderline demented deal with him.

Anxiety unfurled itself within me as I stared at the double doors that I had come through moments ago, hand in hand with the man who had placed the shimmering diamond on my finger.

Soren had been silent for most of the elevator ride to the Penthouse suite of the hotel we had hosted the wedding in. A part of me knew that this was one of his businesses what with the way the staff scampered and jumped at his beck and call. They were terrified of him and desperate to stay on his good side.

Because anything other than that means death....

I shook off those thoughts as I made my way to the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the city beyond. It was gorgeous, the lights vibrant despite it being two in the morning. Our wedding guests really did know how to party. I remembered all of the celebrities, politicians and other important people that were present. Although I did know some of them, I knew the unknowns were the most important guests.

They are the ones who loom in the shadows and the fact that I am oblivious to their presence is good.

Well, until I'm not which will be very soon judging from my husband's line of work.

The thought of interacting with the people who had been present for the wedding made my skin crawl. None of them was true to the image they presented. They were all clearly hypocrites and dangerous individuals who would do anything to retain the power they have and gain more while at it. Although I never really thought of my perfect wedding, I at least didn't think to have the underbelly of the USA and beyond present.

My mind wanted to question my sanity again but then I thought of my best friend. He was the reason behind my sacrifice. I wanted him back, safe and sound. If the sour-puss, violence loving man who I belonged to would be able to pull it off then I would do anything he needed. Become what he wanted for that sole purpose.

A flush took over my features as I remembered the cheers that erupted once we were ushered away to begin our 'honeymoon'. The thought of this particular night had kept me up, no doubt. I could not imagine sharing a bed with this man, let alone letting his body mold so perfectly with my own.

He was sin, desire and lust. He was everything I should never want.

He was absolute f*****g danger.

And yet when my mind drifts to the passionate kiss we shared or the way his large hand wrapped around my delicate throat, I can't help but wet my lace panties. Lingerie had not been an option I was spared from by my best friend as we shopped for the ridiculously expensive wedding dress I was wearing.

Although my aim, at first, was to make my captor regret making such a crazy deal with me, I had soon realized that spending a fraction of his expansive fortune would not put a single dent in his wide berth of finances.

It was a deflating realization, more so when my best friend placed the white lace number in my hands and demanded I change into it. Refuting would not be an option lest she confirmed what she already suspected. That I was not doing this for the right reasons. That I did not magically fall in love with the dark and dangerous stranger we met at Wrath's Playground.

And so I tried it on, bought it and put it on for the wedding night. A night that was turning out to be different than I had expected. Soren was nowhere to be seen after he asked me to stay and make myself comfortable. Important business had come up that he had to handle and although he seemed reluctant to go, I encouraged his departure with the promise to be fine.

You were probably a little more cheery than you should have been, Emilia...

The thought made me chuckle as I settled on the couch that overlooked the amazing view. The King Size bed was a few ft. away and beckoning to me to rest. It had been a harrowing couple of weeks and a long day. I knew I needed to rest and, for a moment, I let my guard down as I got comfortable in my seat.

I can't sleep on the bed...I can't leave myself open and vulnerable like that...

The city lights lulled me to sleep, my exhausted dreams conjuring up dark fantasies of the man I married. Hands, Lips and Spanks were the main theme of my erotic dream that had my p***y clenching and gushing when I startled awake. Flushed from my illicit dreams, I struggled to clear my mind of the dirty thoughts that assailed me.

Which was why I did not notice the fact that my body had not been awoken by my dream but by the soft brush of my hair. A small gasp escaped me as I turned to face the intruder. The hammering in my heart settled for a moment once I scented and saw Soren but the words I wished to speak died in my throat as I noted his appearance.

It was like a scene from a horror movie.

He was covered in blood. His white shirt was soaked, his hands mirroring the same shade of red as did his face. He looked like a serial killer and, for a moment, I was petrified of what he would do to me as he stepped forward and right into my personal space. I willed my body to calm down, to stop shaking and stay rooted to the spot as I watched him approach me.

It was hard, really f*****g hard especially when I spotted the military knife he held in his other hand. A massive, terrifying knife whose blade reflected off the light of the moon. His eyes, those intense orbs that I had never been able to forget were unfocused, almost as if he was in a daze. They singed, burned my body under their intensity as they took me in from head to toe.

I felt like a mouse, trapped against a f*****g Lion whose gaze shifted to absolute hunger once they settled on the bare skin of my chest and shoulders from the off shoulder design of my wedding dress.

I gulped visibly at the sight. My body which had been surprisingly listening to my commands, rebelled and I couldn't blame it as the Carrie-esque man before me raised the sharp as f**k knife and began to trace it across my chest.

I waited for the pain, for the ridiculous gushing of blood that I always saw in movies. I waited for him to hurt me, to end my life and teach everyone that making a deal with the devil was a stupid f*****g decision.

I didn't expect the flutter that came alive in my chest when he caressed me with the killing tool. I didn't understand the goosebumps that stretched across my skin from his light touch or the way my muscles down south clenched in pleasure.

Knife play?! Really, Emilia? You really have become a heathen, a true disappointment to your devote catholic mother!

Danger, thrill and pleasure coursed through my body as I watched him through hooded eyes. I didn't stop him even as the knife settled against my neck. I didn't fight back when the pressure of it increased just a little bit more than was safe.

No, I welcomed it.

I welcomed him as he pulled me flush against his chest with absolutely no regard for the blood that now stained my expensive designer wedding dress.

It's his money...And I honestly could not give two shits anymore...

I had been depraved of a man's touch for a very long time, way before I broke up with my ex boyfriend. So seeing this dangerous man watch me through intense eyes, almost as if he wanted to devour me awoke a part of me I never thought existed.

My sub conscious screamed for me to fight back, to pull my guard up again but I couldn't. Not when his breath fanned against my lips as he brushed that big f*****g knife down my cheek.

"You are so beautiful, it's painful to look at you. You enchant the men around you, make them do stupid f*****g things. And you are all mine."

His words took me aback as goosebumps spread across my skin.

That was not what I expected him to say, least of all whilst looking so lethal and pained. Almost as if it really was painful to look at me.

How a compliment could unfurl my heart and also have it stuttering in fear was beyond my comprehension. I was still stuck in the haze of him. The scent of copper, cherry blossoms and him surrounded us as we breathed against each other's lips.

Only one of us needed to lean forward just a little bit...and we would explode into fireworks like before.

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