Mad Max - Sapphire Knight Page 0,35

I warned you I won’t share you with any bloody wanker, and trust me when I say that he’ll be bloody all right.”

“I’m bored. I wanted to play.”

My proclamation only spurs him on. He chuckles darkly. “Oh we’ll play all right,” he promises. In my next breath, Fritz is on the floor, bleeding out. Max moves like lightning, jabbing Fritz in the side of his neck with a sharp blade, then moving the slashes lower along his abdomen. Blood goes everywhere, ruining the newly cleaned floor.

I meet his gaze, only now he peers at me as if I’m the prey.

The trust of the innocent is

the liar’s most useful tool.

– Stephen King

I’m fucking enraged, positively boiling inside. Walking into my apartment, excited to see my fiancée, only to discover another man sunk between Ismerlda’s thighs had me seeing red. I wish I hadn’t killed him so quickly. I have the building desire for torture, yet I don’t want to hurt my future wife. I promised myself I wouldn’t do that to her, nor allow another to after I’d had her kidnapped.

However, her little rebuke of my earlier rules about other blokes has my mind twisting with all the possible consequences I can inflict on her. I was bargaining for her father’s life with Dante again today, attempting to save her family for her, but no more. If the Vendettis want the daft Italian dead, so be it; they can have her father. He has my blessing after catching Ismerlda in the middle of breaking my trust. My dear fiancée will learn that her actions have consequences. Will it hurt her? Of course, but I’m far too selfish to give a flying fuck. I’m angry.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she spouts, picking a fight. She does this every time I corner her, reminding me of an alley cat ready to spar. “I told you I do what I want.” She shoves at me. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, or anything else for that matter.”

I don’t move, not even sway. I’m much stronger and larger than she is and I’m using it to my advantage at the moment. “You’re only like this because I haven’t fucked you yet. Admit it, you need my cock.”

She snorts. “Oh get over yourself, Brit boy. I don’t want you.”

I decide to go with a dose of truth. Perhaps she needs reminding. “Who do you believe you’re fooling? Every time I touch you, you light on fire for me, not to mention I remember the night at the bar quite clearly. Perhaps you’d had too much to drink, but that wasn’t the case for me. I knew exactly who you were the moment I saw you, brandishing that extra-dirty martini.”

I move a step closer, saying, “When you found out about the potential union between us, you hunted me down. Showed up in a short, black ‘fuck me’ dress and raped me with your stare. Then you stalked my arse outside to witness me thoroughly having my knob sucked. I saw how you looked at me, how you watched that trollup take my big, fat cock. You think that entire time I wasn’t aware of who you were? That I hadn’t already seen your picture or had you followed by the crew?”

I release a growl, my body locked tight, spun with passion for her. She’s infuriating, yet I’ve never yearned for a woman so intensely in my life. Instead of acknowledging it, I continue. “Pretend all you want that I’m the one who initially came after you. We both know you want to be fucked by me—you need it. Fight against it now, darling. Tell your sopping wet cunt it has to wait yet again to be fucked by me.”

Her lips part, the luscious pout tauntingly drawing me in. She’s a seductress. Everything about her from the silky black waterfall of hair I can’t get enough of, to her fiery temper lashing out at me, and the scent of her dripping cunt beckons me to her. Her allure silently teases me, my libido enraged that I haven’t had her in entirety. I’ve held back, no matter how taxing it’s been…I’ve held back. Until now.

“You’re angry, you’re bloody furious at yourself right now because you’re well aware that you want my cock filling your sopping hole. I’m waiting, lovey. Drop your skimpy dress and come to me. Let me fuck you and finally make you see that you’re mine.”

“You think I can’t control myself? You