fit, lean body.
He repulses me. Everything about his clean, shaped torso makes me sick.
Because it’s the body of my enemy…not the body of the man I love so desperately. My husband.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, walking around to the side of the bed.
I shuffle over, keeping enough distance between us. “You’re not your brother, that’s for sure.”
He takes delight in my insult. It curves his lips. “Oh, I am so much more than my brother. I’ll show you.”
“I’ll pass.”
Growling, he dives onto the bed. I throw myself over the edge, squealing like a terrified child. I slam into the ground, hip first, and clamber to get to my feet. Why hasn’t anyone heard my screams? Why isn’t anyone helping me?
I make it to my feet only to be tugged back by the hem of my dress.
“Do you feel it?” Vince laughs, pulling me back against his chest. “That twinge of impending doom. That imposing helplessness because deep down you know no one is coming for you.”
“Stop!”
He turns me around, stopping when my knees touch the mattress. Grunting, he bends me over the edge of the bed and pushes my dress up over the curve of my backside. I wriggle and scream, scream and wriggle, but it’s futile. He catches my wrists and pins them behind my back.
“Do you know how badly I want to punch you in your pretty little mouth for fighting me? Hm?” Vince tells me, bending over me to whisper in my ear. “I want to shave your head. I want to shoot you in the knee and kick you until every bone in your body is in tiny little pieces.”
I sob into the blanket. “So do it! Do that instead and leave me alone.”
Vince humphs. “Kade would know exactly what I’ve done then. There’s no fun in giving away the surprise.” He licks the lobe of my ear and I shudder. “I’d rather you tell him what we did. I want you to witness the heartbreak on his face and then tell me all about it.”
I squeak as he kicks my ankles with his hard, leather shoes, spreading my legs.
“Vince!” I shout, my tears burning over the bridge of my nose and soaking the blanket beneath me. “Please! Don’t!”
Shushing me, he drops his elbow against my back and fiddles with his zipper. I choke as he presses the tip of his penis against my entrance. Adjusting his posture, he clenches my wrists in his hands and slams into me, making me cry out. I wince as it burns and pinches. He forces his way in without any moisture to help it slide. I beg him to stop, but it falls on deaf ears. He keeps going, stabbing into me with excessive force…ruining everything with each relentless thrust.
∞
“Don’t look so sad, Unfortunate. It could have been so much worse and you know it.”
Rolling over, I turn my back to him. My tears dried up ten minutes ago. My sobbing stopped. He turned my regret into rage with every painful thrust of his hips. My body trembles for a different reason now.
Anger.
It swirls in my blood, filling me with a burning desire to spill his. I glance over my shoulder as he pulls his pants up and reaches for the zipper. Without a second thought, I leap from the bed and rush the bar. I grimace as I grab the heavy gun and feel the slippery remnants between my thighs left by Vince. With two hands, I hold the gun up, pointing it directly at his head. Adrenaline flows through my body at the weight of the metal in my hands. It flows up my arms and gathers in my chest. For once, I have the power.
Vince peers over his shoulder and his eyes thin out when he sees the gun. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“You think you win?” I rub my face against my arm and take a shaky step forward. “You don’t win. I win!”
He has the audacity to smirk at me. “And how do you figure that?”
“Because despite everything you just did I will still have your brother’s love. Your efforts will be wasted.”
Isn’t he afraid? Isn’t he scared that I’ll shoot him dead? Tears try to seep out of my ducts and I bite my lip as they tremble. I don’t want to be scared. I want to kill him.
He moves forward and kneels on the bed. “You don’t sound so sure.”
“I am.”
Vince shuffles forward and I pull the trigger.