Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
More screeches of objection are attached to additional flailing, all of which will make his death that much quicker.
I hope Shay or her husbands – who are most likely doing the betting – take the lowest time bracket because it’ll be the one paying out.
For the final couple of minutes building up to the massacre, I study the shift in the other male’s demeanor. The way he hypes himself up. Showcases new certain determination to live. Shadowboxes the air as though performing a montage in one of those Rocky films.
They’re far from my favorite, yet for some reason, I feel Vlad will love them when he is old enough to watch.
Our entering of The Diamond to commence combat is welcomed by a sea of cheers. Like typical amateur fighters, the thief I don’t recognize from the company, lunges first. His disorganized nature is easy to sidestep, and the thrown-out arm during his turn is even easier to catch. The open space allows for an immediate strike to his chest that’s quickly followed by another to his throat. He fails to not only retaliate but to protect himself, leading to the smooth capturing of the back of his neck, a winding of legs around his waist, and a roll to the ground that provides me with full access to his outstretched arm. Despite his obviously trapped nature, my opponent doesn’t give up. He balls the fist on his free arm and sends it soring towards my face. Twisting so that the hit lands more into my shoulder than anywhere else is followed by driving my elbow downward to the bridge of his nose. Cracking sounds echo around the space alongside his howls of otherworldly pain.
The first drop is intended to merely further subdue him, the next, however, is done out of vengeance.
Revenge for taking what wasn’t his.
Being the cause of disruption in our otherwise balanced marriage.
Blood splashes against the area pushing me to repeat the attack.
Again.
And again.
And again, until the red splotches have crept their way up towards my fingertips.
At that point, I use my own curled fists to backhand the ex-employee hard enough to have him spray crimson across the floor.
Gargling groans encourage me to break the appendage still in my possession in order to hear the noises increase. His body twitches underneath mine, back flopping against the hard pavement, wordlessly begging to be put out of its misery. I inch my frame upward, stopping only when his head is trapped between my thighs, and rip off the bandage protecting his pre-fight injury. Harshly shoving my thumbs into his eye cavities rips an unrestrained bellow from his throat that’s followed by me anchoring the rest of my fingers into the sides of his jerking face. Once I’m convinced my grip is tight enough, I lift his head and swiftly smash it into the ground.
Lift and bang.
Crush and crack and fracture his skull all the while diving my digits as far as they’ll go, ensuring he feels every ounce of misery possible.
Understands the amount of grief he put my wife through.
Us through.
Blood from the brutal aggression baptizes my hands.
My wrists.
My chest.
And when it’s clear death has taken him, I dart my attention up to Remy’s where I can see that blood of this thief has also rebaptized my soul.
Given her everything she needs to know in order to be certain that it’s still hers.
Getting from the location of my punishment to the area of my reward isn’t a difficult process. Lavoie offers me a towel during our walk outside to the back of the estate. Congratulations. Water. Even a confession of him landing in the winning time bracket. My lack of conversation is primarily caused by the savage urge to claim my wife, an urge that grows exponentially the second I see her stroll around the corner.
The order to him is given through gritted teeth and uneven breaths, “Idti.”
Lavoie along with Evans make themselves unseen as me and my wife approach each other. She waits for me to be within reach before she comes to an abrupt halt. Rather than ask what she’s doing, I simply watch her retreat backwards to the wall.
Inch the edge of her red dress upward to show me her lack of panties.
Separate her black high heel covered feet to accommodate my still vibrating frame.
Getting rid of the tiny material keeping me from my prize is much more difficult than the actual act of swooping Remy up into my arms. Her fingers latch onto my neck as her legs wind around my waist, holding on in anticipation of the first stroke. With her heels hitting the top of my ass, I pin my palms to the brick and buck my hips forward, cock cruelly conquering the dripping wet territory, carving and claiming and commanding her obedience.
Demanding she prove her devotion to me.