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My body craved him like a drug.

Lifting my ass off the bed, I clutched at him, grinding myself against him until every muscle in my body turned to liquid.

"She’s the woman I am going to make my wife."

Crying out loudly, I barely heard him. And at first, I was sure I didn’t hear correctly, because he couldn’t have just said that with his mouth on me and his fingers buried in my cunt.

"How does that make you feel, Daisy? I choose her."

My body stiffened, but I was powerless against the orgasm that was still ripping through my trembling body.

"What?" Desperately I scrambled for control.

"She will be my wife. But you?" His fingers continued to work my body. "You will always be mine. I am going to be your first and your last everything, Daisy. I will fuck over every man who ever comes into your life and make you watch me raise a family with another—"

I pushed at his chest with all my might, forcing him back and away from me. "Get out," I hissed, giving him another push towards the door. "Just get the fuck out."

"Remember who owns who, Daisy. Never forget it."

I knew he owned me. He always had. And I hated him. I hated how he made me feel. One last push and he was against the door, a cruel, knowing smile across his lips, which were glistening with my release still.

"Get out," I screamed as he swung open the door. "Get out and never touch me again."

The second he closed the door behind him, I sank down next to it. My face buried in my knees as I silently cried.

Ilya was getting married, but he wasn’t done with me yet. Deep down I knew the worst was yet to come, and the worst thing was I knew that he was right.

He would own me until the day I died.

Chapter Nineteen

Ilya

I didn’t know who I hated more, myself or her. I was betting myself, but she was close behind, and the fact that I couldn’t stay away from her just made me hate her even more.

She didn’t even have to do anything. Like earlier tonight, I had expected her to come out to start another argument with me. I had wanted her to do that, but her bedroom door had remained closed, and I had been powerless to do anything but go to her.

God, I hated her.

I hated that one look at her sitting cross-legged on the bed, smiling down at her phone, had me craving the taste of her more than anything in the world.

I wanted to be the one to put that kind of smile on her face. No one else.

I wanted to love her, and fuck her, and ruin her in all the ways she had ruined me. That’s what Marguerite was. A way to destroy the woman I actually loved. Was it cruel and filled with bitterness? Yes. I was more than aware of how it looked. But Ididn’t know any other way to make her pay for leaving me six years ago.

The hard dick in my hand went limp as I was plunged back into the past.

The door to the hospital room opened, and my head snapped up so quickly that I felt the corded muscles in my neck snap.

It had been hours since they had dragged Daisy away from me, and I could still feel her small hand clutching mine to the very last second. I could still see the tears and absolute misery on her face as they wheeled her down to surgery.

It had been six hours.

I didn’t know much about C-sections, but I knew they didn’t take six hours. Not unless something was wrong.

I pushed the thought away.

I would not let myself think like that. Daisy was young and fit. It was just a difficult birth. She would be fine.