Page 44 of The Butcher
“You’re bleeding,” she said, her voice calm but laced with worry.
I reached up, brushing my fingers along the side of my neck, and when I pulled my hand back there was a faint smear of red. It was small, the tiny cut not something I noticed, but bleeding enough that my wife saw.
“It’s nothing,” I said in an even tone.
She nodded once, like she knew I wouldn’t elaborate, but the questions were in her eyes, and I wouldn’t lie to her even if I wanted to shield her from the violent ugliness of this world.
“It’s done,” I finally said.
“Alessio?” she asked, her voice choking up slightly.
“Yes.”
She held my gaze, her fingers tightening slightly in the sheets before she forced them still. I watched her closely, waiting for hesitation, for fear, or for something to shift now that it wasn’t just words anymore.
It didn’t, and she exhaled. “I know that was the only way it had to end. I know how these things work,” she said quietly, and pushed the covers back.Then she stood, moving toward me without stopping.
There was no hesitation in her steps, no distance in the way she approached me, like she wasn’t afraid of the man she’d married.
When Lucia reached me, she lifted her hand slowly, her fingers brushing over the side of my neck where the tiny cut was. She ran her finger lightly over it, pulled back, and showed me the pad of her finger smeared with redness. While keeping her eyes locked on mine, she brought her finger to her mouth and sucked the digit between her lips.
The sight of my blood on her tongue made something dark and primal snap inside me. My wife tasting the violence I’d spilled for her made my cock throb painfully. Something feral in me roared to claim her completely.
A low sound left me, one that was full of hardcore need. I watched her, taking in the way she stood in front of me, the way she didn’t try to step back or pretend any of this wasn’t what it was.
I reached for her then, my hand settling at her waist and pulling her closer. I didn’t do it roughly. I didn’t need to. She came easily, her body fitting against mine like perfection. I felt the warmth of her through the thin fabric between us, the steady riseand fall of her breathing as she stayed close without pulling away.
I tightened my hold on her slightly, just enough that she felt it. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to remind her what this was, what she had stepped into, and that she was forever mine. Lucia leaned in closer, her hands coming up to rest against my chest.
She had seen who I could be, who I’d been shaped to be. A killer. The Butcher. She understood it, and she stayed anyway.
I lowered my head and kissed her, not soft but not rough either. There was no hesitation in the way she responded, no pullback, or second-guessing. She met me there, just as hungry as I was.
When I pulled away, her eyes stayed on mine. She had accepted the monster, and the monster was starving for her.
I spun her around without warning and bent her over the edge of the bed, yanking her nightgown up to her waist and ripping her panties down her thighs in one brutal motion. “You licked my blood like a good little slut,” I growled, voice dark and filthy. “Now I’m going to fuck you like my perfect whore.”
I kicked her legs wider, pushed my sweats down, and lined up my thick, pre-cum leaking cock, and slammed into her already soaked pussy in one savagethrust. She cried out, gripping the sheets as I buried myself to the balls, stretching her wide.
I didn’t give her time to adjust. I fucked her hard and deep, hips snapping brutally against her ass, the wet slap of skin echoing through the room.
“This cunt is mine,” I snarled, one hand fisting in her hair, yanking her head back so I could bite down on her neck. “No one threatens what belongs to me. I killed for this pussy tonight, and I’ll kill again if I have to.”
I pounded into her mercilessly, balls slapping against her clit, my free hand reaching around to rub her swollen nub in rough circles. She was dripping down my cock, soaking my thighs, her inner walls fluttering and clenching like she was trying to milk me dry.
“Come on my cock like the filthy princess you are,” I demanded, slamming into her even harder. “Let me feel how much you love it when I’m fucking you like an animal.”
She shattered around me with a broken scream, pussy spasming violently as she came hard. I didn’t stop. I fucked her through it, chasing my own release. I buried myself deep and came with a savage roar, flooding her cunt with thick, hot ropes of cum until it overflowed and ran down herthighs.
I stayed buried inside her, breathing hard against her neck, my hand still fisted in her hair. “You feel that?” I growled, rolling my hips slowly so she could feel every thick inch of me still pulsing deep in her cum-filled cunt. “That’s me claiming you from the inside out. Every time you move tomorrow, you’ll remember exactly who owns this body. You’ll be sore, and my cum will still be leaking out of you.” I sucked on the side of her throat, giving her a hickey. “And remember… I’ll burn the whole fucking world down just to keep you because I love you.”
He breath caught, and she said four words that I’d never heard uttered to me in my life. “I love you, Alexei.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Lucia
It took time before things felt normal.
