"Please," she whispers. "Don't hurt me."
I laugh out loud. "Little too late for that, don't you think? You told me you wanted this. Now you'll just have to fucking suffer through it."
I raise the knife to her throat, the steel glinting in the moonlight. We're sick for doing this, but I don't give a fuck because my cock is harder than ever, begging for attention as it strains against the fabric of my jeans.
"You want to be hurt, don't you?" I ask June softly. The knife is so close to her skin I could easily nick her. But I'm careful. I don't want to leave permanent marks. I just want to scare her. I feed off her fear. Off the pure, unfiltered lust that mixes with it in her pretty eyes. "Tell me you want me to hurt you."
"Hurt me," she breathes, and my cock jumps to attention.
"With the knife?" I ask.
"With your cock."
Fuck, she's perfect. The knife presses against her skin. I've got the tip right at the hollow of her throat, and I'm watching her swallow, knowing I could pierce her skin with one wrong fucking move. The thought turns me on.
"Kneel," I order, and she obeys. I hold my knife in front of her taunting her with it as I undo my jeans and pull out my cock. June's eyes widen at the sight of it, drinking me in, looking up at me with pleading eyes. She wants it in her pretty mouth... But I want to taunt her even more. I press the tip of her lips and raise the knife when she tries to suck it in. "Not yet. Watch it. Look at it. Tell me how desperate you are for it."
"Please, K-Kade," she whispers. "Feed it to me... Feed me your cock, please. I'm dying for it."
"What will you do for it?" I swipe my cockhead against her lips, leaving pre-cum on her eager mouth. "How far will you go to have it down your throat, Junebug?"
"I'll do anything." She's really fucking desperate now, and it's beautiful. "Anything you want, Kade... Anything you ask for, please, I'll do anything!"
"Show me," I order her, and she trembles, pushing her tits together as her eyes meet mine. "More."
She puts my cock between her tits, fucking it by moving up and down quickly. It's fucking amazing, and I groan as another bead of pre-cum escapes my tip, sliding down her pale skin. Raising the knife again, I order her on the bed. June lies back, eyes wide as I get on top of her. I pull the black leather belt from my pants and use it as a makeshift collar and leash for her. The clang of the buckle makes the hairs on June's arms stand upright, and I smirk at her.
"You're such a sick little girl," I tell her. "You live for this... To be fucking hurt..."
"Yes," she breathes. "Please, I want it. Kade, give it to me..."
Holding the knife to her throat with one hand, I position my cock at her entrance. "Beg."
"Please, please, you can have anything... I'll let you have anything."
"Will you let me have your cunt?" She nods eagerly. "Will you let me put my seed in it?" More nods. "Will you let me knock you up?"
This time, she hesitates, and I press the knife closer to her skin, making her squirm beneath me as she whispers, "Please, don't..."
"No," I hiss. "Tell me. That's what I fucking want. Another one of my children in your belly. Tell me you want it. Tell me you'll give it to me. Tell me I can have any-fucking-thing I want from you, Junebug."
"You..." She gasps when the very tip of the knife presses against her skin. Fear makes her eyes wider than ever, the pupils so dilated I can barely make out her irises with the moonlight lighting the room. "I'll let you have it."
Something's broken inside her now, and she's even more desperate. She grabs my wrist holding the knife and pushes. I break skin. A tiny drop of blood appears on her throat. I throw the knife aside and slam her against the bed.
"Are you fucking crazy?"
"Take the mask off," she breathes.
"What? You're insane."
"I want to look at you." She pulls the mask off my face herself, and we stare at one another, breathing in deeply. "Kade..."
"You're reckless," I hiss at her. "This is fucked up."
I pull away from her because I can't bear to watch the drop of blood sliding down between her full, pert tits. But she's on me in a second, wrapping herself around my body and dragging me back to bed.
"You want it like this," she whispers in my ear. "Stop fucking fighting it, Kade."
She's right.
I slam her against the bed again, and her eyes widen at my sudden cruelty. I spit between her legs, and she parts them as I feverishly find her cunt. I start fucking her—wild, raw, animalistic. I don't give a shit if it hurts. All I'm thinking about is filling her with so much of my cum she'll be pregnant for fucking sure after this.
"Look at me," I growl at her. "Look into my eyes. Tell me you're a slut."
"I'm a slut," she breathes. "I'm your slut."
The darkness is taking over again. It always does when I fuck my wife, but most of the time, I fight it off successfully, refusing to give in to its siren call. But not today. Today, I fucking embrace it.
"Then milk my cock with your cunt," I order her. "Drain it. Come on my cock. Let me feel it."
I find her clit and pinch it painfully, making her eyes roll back. With my free hand, I grab her by the top of her hair and force her to look at me.
"Don't you dare look away. Look into my eyes when you come, Junebug. I want to see you fucking break..."
And break she does. Damn, what a beautiful thing to witness. Her body is wracked by the explosion between her legs, arching for me, begging to be closer to my cock that's throbbing in her hole. She's coming now, and it's a gorgeous sight to see her body succumbing to the pleasure I'm giving her.
"You wanted this," I remind her viciously. "You wanted it rough... You begged for it. You asked for it. You couldn't let it go."
"P-Please," she whispers deliriously. "Come, I want to come."
"Not again," I hiss. My fingers find her new scrape, smearing blood on her lips, her cheeks, her face. "Taste your blood. Taste what you made me do."
She licks, makes a face, then licks some more. I start pounding her then, caging her tiny body beneath mine and driving myself into her with so much force it's a small wonder I don't break the goddamn bed.
"You want to be filled?" I hiss. "You want a baby, Junebug? You want a baby from this?"
"Y-Yes," she whispers.
"You don't sound sure enough." My voice is nothing but a growl now, and I grab her throat, cutting off her air supply. "You sick little thing, wanting to be knocked up from this... from being forced..."
It's the magic word, and we both know it. She comes again, without permission this time, but I can't even think straight enough to punish her, so I just keep fucking her. My cock grows, throbbing painfully inside her until I'm certain I'm going to burst from the way her tight snatch massages me with her own orgasms.
"Beg for my cum."
"Fill me, Kade. Fill me with your seed, give me another baby... Breed me..."
"Fucking hell," I mutter, driving my cock inside her one last time. "Here it fucking comes, Junebug. Come on my cock again... Show me how much you crave this."
She comes apart just as I do. I feel thick ropes of cum shooting out of my cock inside her, painting her pussy walls, being soaked up. I don't stop until my balls are empty, pounding her like a fucking madman. The moment her orgasm dies down, I pull out and turn her around, putting her legs on the headboard. June groans as I tie her into place with the rope in my bag.
"You're going to stay like that all fucking night," I hiss at her. "I'm going to make damn fucking sure it takes. You'll be pregnant tomorrow, Junebug. I knocked you up tonight."
Her adoring eyes stare into mine as I lie down next to her. My girl doesn't object once, she just squirms as I begin touching her, fingers gliding over her silky-smooth skin.
I don't take my eyes off her for the next four hours. Not even when her own fall closed, and sleep claims her. I stare at her and wonder how I got so damn lucky.
Before she wakes up, I untie her, and she settles
in the fetal position on the bed. I pull out my last gift to her—a pregnancy test. I leave it on the bedside before heading into the office, smirking as I watch her sleep with a smile on her face.
Tonight, I let the darkness take me, and I don't regret it for a second. Because deep down, I already know I gave her what we both want, and there's a new life growing in her belly. I leave a fleeting kiss against her lips, and she smiles wider in her sleep.
Every day, it gets harder to leave her in the morning. My wife, my life, my fucking love. The mother of my kids. My bride.
My fucking property.
Epilogue
June
5 years later
"Mommy, Mommy, wake up!"
I open my eyes slowly, waiting for them to adjust to the sunlight. But before I can do that, someone starts jumping up and down on me, forcing a laugh out of my body. My eyes fly open and I realize there's not one, not two, but three somebodies on my bed.
"Why don't you go bother Daddy?" I groan, and the little girl on top of me hugs me tightly before she answers. I tuck her in beside me, stroking her perfect silky dark hair, thankful, like every day, that I'm now woken up by her laughter instead of the nightmares that used to plague me in the past. Her twin brother sits next to me, smiling quietly as he watches. And Theo's in the room too, climbing off the bed and petting our new puppy.
"Daddy said you need to come downstairs," my little angel says with a pout, and I laugh as I scoop her up in my arms, getting out of bed. She insists she can walk by herself, so I let her, my arm in hers. I hold her brother instead, and I carry him downstairs as his sister chatters incessantly about her adventures in kindergarten. Theo trails behind, distracted by the puppy.
Coming downstairs, we're greeted by the smell of bacon and pancakes and my baby, who isn't really a baby anymore, as much as I want him to be, jumps out of my arms, running toward his Daddy excitedly. Maxim clutches Kade's legs, unable to reach farther up, and Kade scoops him up in his arms to help him cook. I come up behind them and Maxim and Kensington join us for a big group hug. Kade turns his head and presses an affectionate kiss against my lips.
"Almost done," he tells us all with a wide smile, and I love the fact that his once perpetual scowl is now a thing of the past. He's stepped down as the head of the company, leaving it in the capable hands of a qualified co-worker. These days, we're all about spending time together. We're finally the happy family I've always wanted us to be. We sit down to breakfast, and I tuck into my food with gusto.
Our kids chatter. But moments later, our youngest, Kenzie, asks a question that stops me in my tracks, making me let go of my fork, which clatters to the plate.
"Mommy, what are all those creepy paintings in the attic?" Her eyes widen when she sees my pale face, and she looks at her brothers, smiling shyly. "Don't be mad... Sometimes we play up there."
"Now, Kenzie, you know you're not supposed to do that," Kade interrupts, his tone strict but gentle. "There's a reason your mother and I don't like you going up there. You shouldn't play up there unsupervised."
"But the paintings." Our son, Max, speaks up now. "They're so interesting, Daddy!"
"Those paintings are not appropriate for you to look at," I cut in sharply, clearing my throat when I realize I've been too harsh. "It's a story for when you're older, kids."
I reach for Kenzie's hand with one hand, and Theo's with the other. I wouldn't put it past my oldest to put them all up to this—playing in a space they all know is off-limits.
"I'm sorry," I mutter next, realizing I've been too harsh. "But I'm worried about you playing up there. Apart from the paintings, the flooring is rickety. You could fall and hurt yourselves."
"But we like it up there," Theo pouts. "It's fun."
"I just don't want you to get hurt," I repeat, looking at Kade for some much-needed backup.
"Your mother's right, kids," he adds solemnly. "It's not a safe space. From now on, if I hear you were up there, you're going to be punished."
The kids sulk but nod at him, nonetheless. He's always been the disciplinarian out of the two of us, and I'm grateful for his kind strictness. Kade reaches for my hand across the table, squeezing it to check if I'm okay. I offer him a brave smile, though I'm feeling nothing like my expression.
"Alright?" he asks worriedly, and I find it in myself to nod. I get up from the table abruptly and give him an apologetic smile.
"I just have to sort something out," I say quickly. "I'll be right back."
I can see the confusion in his eyes but also understanding. He gives me a soft nod as I leave the room, heading upstairs.
It's been a long time since I've been in the attic, and when I pull down the stairs that lead up there, I struggle and inhale so much dust I nearly choke on it. Climbing it slowly, I finally make my way to the neglected room. It's warm from all the windows in the roof, but the space is a ghost town. Everything is covered in dusty white sheets to protect our possessions from decay. But I know exactly what I'm here for as I step toward the easel in the middle of the room. It's the only thing not covered in a sheet.
It's the one thing I fear most in the world these days, but it's also a fear I know I need to face. It's one of Parker's works, a portrait of himself with Kade. A study of twins, Kade says he called it. The one he left behind in Kade's apartment when he came to live with me. There are bright red slashes on the canvas, signaling a troubled, angry mind.
I force myself to stare at it. To drink in the madness of the brushstrokes and the genius of those expressive eyes. I see so many things in there I should have seen years ago. Parker was a troubled soul, and I'm still living with the guilt of not getting him the help he so desperately needed.
I look at the portrait for a long time, and it surprises me that I'm not even scared of it. I've always feared it being in the house and dreaded coming up here for fear of seeing it. It's finally time to say goodbye to the past. Slowly, I reach for the canvas and turn it the other way around, moving the easel into the corner of the room. I pick a sheet from the ground and drape it over the easel, erasing my nightmares.
I stand there for a while until I can finally feel all my demons disappearing. Slowly, but surely, they scream and shout, but retreat to the dark corners in the attic, away from me and out of my mind.
I smile.
"What was that all about?" Kade asks me when I return downstairs.
"Nothing," I say mysteriously, and this time, the smile I offer him is perfectly genuine. "It was... closure."
He doesn't ask for more information, realizing I've told him all I needed to. Instead, he hugs me close to his body, and I listen to his heartbeat as we watch our children playing with their puppy. My eyes zero in on the twins. Maxim came first, screaming and shouting into the void when he was born. Kensington was born three minutes later, making her the baby out of the three.
Sometimes I wonder...
I shake my head to get the traitorous thoughts out. I can't let myself go down that path. Can't risk thinking about things that make my head spin with fear. But the question, the doubt, the worry remains, firmly lodged in my brain, reminding me it's there at every step I take.
What if history repeats itself?
What if the darkness from Kade's side of the family has been inherited?
My eyes find Theo. Sweet, loving, quiet, darling Theo, my oldest, the peacemaker when the twins fight, the one who always brings me a gift for Mother’s Day, even if it's just handpicked flowers. It couldn't possibly be him. My firstborn is too sweet, too kind to harbor darkness in his heart. My eyes turn to Maxim next.
Darling Maxim is my little rebel. Rowdy, jealous, possessive. Loud. His voice always booms in every room he's in. He doesn't let anyone else play with his toys, and he's so protective of his twin sister, sometimes he doesn't even let Theo play with her. It could be Maxim. It's the most obvious choice.
Then my eyes wander to Kenzie, my little girl, the apple of her daddy's eye. Kade has a soft spot for our daughter, always
has. He carries her on his shoulders and lets her tug on his hair. He forgives her for everything. I've never been close with Kenzie, though. She pulls away when I hold her and won't spend time with me unless Kade practically begs her. It could be Kenzie.
I shake my head to get the dark thoughts out. Since everything that's happened with Parker, I've been plagued with thoughts of this—the bad apple. And how just one could spoil the whole bunch. How, if my fears come true, all my children could turn out to be as monstrous as Parker was.
"Darling?" I jump when Kade puts his arm around me, shooting him an apologetic smile. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." I shake my head dismissively. "Sorry... Just got caught up in my thoughts again."
Kade pulls me aside, leaving the kids to play with Nala, our puppy. "You sure you're okay? You seem so distant today, Junebug."
"I'm fine," I insist, getting a little annoyed that he won't let it go. But as I raise my eyes to my husband's, I search his gaze, trying to find the answers I so desperately need to hear. I want to ask him to reassure me. Beg him to tell me it's going to be okay and every last trace of darkness has been erased from our lives when Parker disappeared into that Hawaiian abyss.
But I'm worried if I do ask, Kade will admit he has the same fears I do.
That night, I get ready for bed and notice my fingers are still trembling. I thumb the butterfly pendant hanging between my breasts. I wear it every day, never taking it off. It's a reminder of everything my family and I have been through, and I never want to be without it.
Kade enters our bedroom, grinning at me. "I have a surprise for you." He closes the door and comes to stand behind me, his strong hands resting on my shoulders. "I think you might like it."
"What is it?" I ask. I love that he keeps surprising me. He remembers how much I love that anticipation, the feeling building up right before he reveals what it is. He doesn't reply. In response to my words, he just grins at our reflection in my vanity mirror, toying with the strands of my hair that escaped the messy dark bun on top of my head.
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