Fear the Wicked (Illusions Series Book 2)(70)
“What did he do, Eve? Tell me.”
Tears ran down her cheeks and over my fingers, her jaw trembling against my palm. Several seconds passed as she gulped in air, her body weakening against mine as she finally found the strength to voice the details of the assault.
“I was walking down the road when he pulled up blasting his music. He pulled over and asked me why I was out on the side of road so late. I told him I was going to the parish to find you and he offered to give me a ride. But he said he wouldn’t help me unless I agreed to dance with him. I thought it was innocent. I thought-“
Her voice died off into soft sobs. I gave her a few seconds to gather her strength, to allow her thoughts to travel back to a night that she’d fantasized about despite what was done to her. It would be a lie to say that the image of this man in her beautiful head hadn’t bothered me, which was why I decided to end those thoughts tonight. Now, whenever she thought of this man, she’d remember him like this. Bleeding and hanging from the cross I’d erected in my house.
“After I danced with him, he told me that he wouldn’t drive me to the parish unless I removed my clothes and let him look at my body.”
My lips curled at the memory. Whispering against her cheek, I wrapped my arms around her body. “And did you like letting him look at you?”
Body shaking harder, she admitted, “Yes.”
My smile stretched wider. “Good. I’d like for you to show him again how beautiful you are.”
She stilled against me, her breath held in her lungs. Releasing it when she couldn’t hold it any longer, she said, “No, Elijah. I can’t. That’s wrong.”
Hands sweeping up her abdomen to rest just beneath her breasts, I hugged her tighter when I said, “You need to purge this man’s sins from your system. It’s the last bit of sin infecting you. After tonight, after I purge what remains inside and sickens you, you’ll be free. You’ll be happy. You’ll never have to worry again. Trust me, Eve. Trust in your husband.”
My fingers were soaked by her tears.
Pulling against my arms, she stepped away when I released her. She wouldn’t look up at the man as she reached for the top buttons of her dress, undoing them one by one while he stared down with eyes that were dying. From where I stood, I couldn’t see the slow reveal of her body, but he could, and that’s all that mattered.
Forcing Eve to bare herself wasn’t meant as something against her, but against him. He believed he’d had the right to touch my wife, the right to see her in all her wonderful glory, and I would give him the right again, except this time, he would learn that her purity was never meant for him. She was mine alone.
The navy blue dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing her bare body beneath. The bones of her shoulders protruded more than I remembered, her ribs running in equally spaced lines across her back. Her ass had deflated with the lack of sustenance she’d taken in over the past week, but she would be beautiful again once the last of the demons were forced out.
Candlelight flickered softly at my back casting shadows against her skin. Stepping up so that my chest pressed against her, I dragged my hands up her arms, over her shoulders and back down again to palm the weight of her breasts.
“Does it excite you to know he can see you like this again? Does it remind you of what you felt on the side of the road that night?”
Her breath rattled out of her lungs, her words shaky and soft when she answered, “Yes, it does.”
“Did he touch you on the road that night?”
Body shaking against mine, she answered, “No. He touched himself.”
I wanted to touch myself just for the excitement I felt in that moment, but I decided a better use could be made of my cock. Pressing my hips against her, I asked, “Do you feel my excitement to see you like this?”
Nodding her head, she pressed back against me. “Yes.”
Pausing to allow the silence to fall over us, I finally asked, “Will you deny me anything now that I have you here in this place of lust?”
She simply shook her head.
My eyes closed, my heart racing, pumping all that glorious blood down between my legs. “On your hands and knees, Eve. I want to watch this man die while we rid your body of the last of his evil.”
Perfectly trained and obedient, my beautiful girl sank to her knees. Forcing her body down farther, she planted her hands against the floor and waited for me to take her.
Glancing up, I saw that the man was still watching. Whether he understood what was happening on the floor at his feet was anybody’s guess. It didn’t matter, either way, as long as I got what I was after.
I removed my shirt slowly, taking my time to unfasten the buttons and pull it from my chest and shoulders. It puddled on the floor where I dropped it. Unbuttoning my pants, I pulled down the zipper, allowing the material to fall to my ankles as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of the material. Kicking it all to the side, I grinned up at the condemned, my cock hard in my hands as I stroked it. Nothing about that son of bitch turned me on, but I couldn’t say the same for Eve.
Still as a statue, she waited silently while maintaining the position I’d instructed her to take. I sunk to my knees behind her, running my hands up her back to drag my fingernails down leaving red marks against her pale skin in their path. She shivered beneath my touch, her round ass wiggling behind her, because the beautiful thing about Eve was her lack of patience in bed. She wanted it all, the pain, the pleasure, the torment, and she wasn’t willing to wait like a good little girl should. No, not this lustful vixen. Rather than playing coy about requesting a release, she used her tempting body to demand it.