Page 82 of Seductive Sadist
“Because I never trusted you. I knew you’d be just like your sister, so I had to come up with a way to keep tabs on you in case you tried to pull the same shit she did.”
“What did you do?” Oh my God, it wasn’t the hairpin after all, was it?
“I have a lot of friends who understand the need for discreet tracking devices. Every move you made, every step you took. That engagement ring recorded it all and alerted me to all of it.”
“Why would you kidnap me and tie me up? Is this all about your fucking ego?”
My lips twist when he moves closer to the bed. The scent of his nauseating cologne makes my stomach wrench. Fucking sandalwood. The threat of danger and malice chokes me and again, I try to raise my head off the pillow.
“This is about winning, Skyla. The world expects us to be married, and I’m not about to let that low-life scumbag fuck up my plans.” He leans closer and yanks off my shorts. A chill hits my naked lower half, and his eyelids droop as he runs a hand over my bare pussy.
“Did you let him fuck this sweet pussy? Did you let him come inside of you, you dirty whore?” His eyes flicker with anger and disgust. “Is that what you like?”
I blink fast. Something shiny behind his back catches my eye. My body stiffens when his hand appears, and the stainless steel tip glimmers in the light.
“I won’t have you thinking about that derelict while you’re fucking me.” His lips curl into a sinister smirk. “Wondering where he is, what he’s doing, why he isn’t doing you. He needs to die. I can make that happen. I can make anything happen.”
My brain is still cloudy, my body still limp like overcooked spaghetti, but his words slice through the fog like the sharpest dagger. “Don’t,” I rasp.
“Why? Because you love him? Because you think he loves you?” He pulls the hand clutching the knife out from behind his back, and the blade whizzes through the air as he stabs a corner of the pillow about an inch from my head.
A bloodcurdling scream shatters the air. I try to squirm out of his reach, but he jams the knife into the mattress next to my hip, his maniacal laugh reverberating between my ears.
“You’re fucking crazy,” I yell.
“I am. And you don’t know the half of it.” He climbs onto the mattress, his towel falling open. I glance down at his dick. It’s long, hard, and dangerously close to my slit. I press my legs together, but he forces them apart.
Harsh, jagged breaths scratch the sides of my throat as I gasp for air.
“No wife of mine will ever think about fucking another man.” He hovers the knife blade over my wide eyes before dragging it down the length of my torso. It was sexy hot when Zak did it, but Tyson is more deranged than I ever feared, and he’s not doing this to be seductive.
He’s doing it because he’s insane and vengeful and jealous.
I yelp when a sudden stab of pain assaults my stomach. A dot of blood appears just above my navel. My heart thrashes wildly in my chest at the sight of the deep-red trickle slithering down my body.
“You filthy slut,” he growls. With a whip of his hand, he slashes my side. I scream at the sudden and fierce sting that follows. “You’re going to learn the hard way that I’m the one with the power and control. Over you, over him, over fucking everyone in the world. Once I take over for my father, I will be limitless, do you understand that? And if you don’t follow my rules, whoever is left of your family will pay. Just like Laney did.”
My pulse punches a hole in my throat.
Laney…
“What did you do?”
He smirks, moving the knife blade between my legs. My body is consumed by fear, the murderous glimmer in his dark eyes making every cell convulse with repulsion. “I killed her because she was a dirty slut, just like you. She fucked around behind my back when she knew she was going to be my wife. She kept resisting and humiliating me by fucking some asshole just to get me to walk away.”
He drives the blade into my inner thigh, deep enough to burn through my flesh like it’s being branded by a fire poker. I kick him in the head with my free foot, hitting him right in the jaw. Pain explodes down my leg, but I ignore it and roll off the side of the bed. I land on the tile floor, the side of my head catching a corner of the nightstand.
The impact scrambles my brain for a second, but I push through the pain and haze.
My brain screams for me to peel myself off the floor and run my ass off, but my body is slow on the uptake. I stumble, staggering to my knees. Using every shred of energy I have left, I lurch forward, bare feet smacking against the cool tile.
I have no idea where I am or where I’m headed, but I can’t stop to think. I just move.
Tyson’s ominous laughter floods me with a sensation of dread, like he knows when I round the corner of the hallway that I’m two seconds away from pitching face-first into a cage filled with bloodsucking vipers and scorpions.
“You can’t escape, Skyla.” Tyson’s voice gets louder. “What I did to Kylian was a warning. And Riley was an easy payoff. She delivered Laney on a silver platter. There are a lot of other money-grubbing hands that will do plenty to your mother and brother if I hand over a wad of cash in exchange. Stop running. You have nowhere to go unless you want to gamble with your family.”
“You sick fuck,” I sputter, my throat choked with sobs. I run into the front door, pounding on it with one fist. Where the fuck is the knob? The handle? How the hell do I get out of this prison?