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“Oh,” Isadora gasped.

I grabbed one of my favorite hunting knives and handed it to her. “I want you to go take your justice, baby.”

Her eyes sparkled, shining with a million thoughts, but I didn’t press her for any. I kissed her lightly on the forehead and spun her around to face our last enemy. Isadora stepped forward hesitantly, the knife trembling in her hand.

I wasn’t sure if it was rage or if it was fear. I watched as my wife went towards the man who’d assaulted her. He thrashed in his bindings, trying to kick out at her. I should’ve bound his ankles, like he’d done to her as well. Too late for that now.

My wife raised the knife above her head, and I watched as her hand trembled. She wanted to bring it down on him, but something was holding her back. Some kind of goodness she couldn’t get past.

After all this asshole had done to her, he deserved to die.

So, I crept behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I moved my hands up each of her arms, until our hands were overlapping.

“Guide me, baby. Tell me what you want us to do to him,” I whispered in her ear.

Isadora shuddered. I thought she still would not make a move. She was a bright light in my darkness, after all. Incorruptible. Not a second later, she stretched our entwined hands toward Juan Carlos’ cock.

My wife guided us, and, as our breathing synced up, and our heartbeats linked, we slowly sliced his cock from root to tip with my knife. The symphony of his wails was cut short by his passing out.

We backed away on shaky legs to the wall. Isadora slumped down as she breathed slowly in and out of her mouth. I texted Issak to come into the cell, and stop Juan Carlos from bleeding out.

A few crude staples were all he got, and I was sure mymalen'kiy angelwould rip them out with me shortly. Once Isadora’s breathing settled, I walked to the wall and grabbed the smelling salts that were on the shelf.

I helped Isadora stand next, and we walked, hand in hand, over to our prey. Isadora guided my hand with the smelling salts under his nose, to wake Juan Carlos up. He thrashed about and screamed when he came to.

It was fucked, but the more Isadora directed me, the harder my fucking cock grew. I was at a chub and that wasn’t professional-like. Juan Carlos probably thought I wanted to fuck him, when the reality was, I wanted to fuck the seductress standing in front of me, torturing her assailant.

In a slow, sensual dance, Isadora and I tortured Juan Carlos for hours. By the time she was ready to let go of him, I was tenting a full hard-on in my pants, and I didn’t care that he saw it. Isadora guided my hand with the knife back to Juan Carlos’ penis.

Just as I predicted, she ripped out the staples.

As he slowly bled out, I ripped Isadora away from the soon-to-be corpse. I pressed her against the wall and slid my hand down over her fucking panties. She was soaking wet for me.

“We aren’t leaving until he sees how a real man fucks you, mymalen'kiy angel,”I growled my promise in her ear and dropped to my knees. My queen deserved to be fucking worshiped like the angel she was. And I would not stop until she suffocated me.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

Benedikt ate me out savagely in front of a dying Juan Carlos. All I could do was scream his name as my orgasm hit me, then he dragged me in front of Juan Carlos, and bent me over. I felt like a sexy fucking goddess as he slid inside of me.

“Mymalen'kiy angel,look into that piece of shit’s eyes, and tell him who this pussy belongs to,” Benedikt rasped in my ear.

“It’s yours, Benedikt,” I moaned as I stared directly at Juan Carlos.

If he thought raping me was going to stop me from enjoying a man who treasured me, then he thought wrong. The Academy taught me that if someone treated me like a princess, I should cherish that.

Juan Carlos bled like a stuck pig as Benedikt pounded me harder. Each time he hit my cervix felt like he was erasing Juan Carlos’ touch from my body. I screamed my pleasure, as I found my orgasm from Benedikt rubbing my clit.

“Going to impregnate you, if it’s the last fucking thing I do,” Benedikt groaned out while he came inside of me.

I giggled as I watched the light leave Juan Carlos’ eyes.

Benedikt smacked me on the ass and then helped me get dressed. We left the warehouse, hand in hand, as the men rushed in to clean up the mess we left behind. I felt so much lighter now that my family was no longer an issue.

“You need to rest, my love. I’m going to have to have a ton of meetings after what just went down,” Benedikt said, as we headed up the stairs.

“I can rest when we get to the Petrov grounds, and in the car, can I not?”

He nodded, and then we packed small essential bags.