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Story: Climbing Everest
She tries to pull from his grasp, but Kato simply tightens his hold and pulls her closer.
“Understand?”
A smirk pulls up one side of my lips at the fire shooting from her eyes. If she could manifest the anger burning in those gray depths, Kato would be burned to a crisp where he sits.
“Yes,” she croaks out.
For some reason, her defiance, even while Kato keeps that death grip on her delicate throat, makes my dick hard. She has so much to atone for, and I can’t wait for my turn to punish her, to train her, to break her so we can remold her into the perfect, doting mafia wife.
I nearly laugh at my own thoughts. Very few women married into the Family are loving or doting, but fear is an amazing tactic. Once Everest realizes she can’t take a single breath without our knowledge or permission, she’ll step into line and do anything and everything we ask of her.
Kato dips forward and presses a deceivingly gentle kiss to her forehead before releasing her, then smooths his hand over her hair and tucks a wayward strand behind one ear.
“Can I get you ladies something? A glass of wine? Something to loosen you up a little?” Kato asks.
I finally take a seat and spread my knees wide, laying my arms on the armrests.
“Merlot?” Alexa asks.
Kato glances at me and jerks his chin, a silent order to retrieve two glasses of wine. I’m so fucking tempted to drop something a little extra in Everest’s glass. If the wine doesn’t get her to stop being a fucking bitch, maybe something a little stronger than alcohol will do the trick.
This whole ruse of letting her plan the wedding is simply another way to humiliate and control her, and it won’t have the same effect if she’s stoned or unconscious.
Grabbing the first bottle of red I see – and no, I don’t bother checking whether it’s a Merlot or not – I pour two hefty glasses and carry them back to the women sitting on the couch.
Everest looks stiff, pissed, but kind of a little intrigued by the gowns Alexa is showing her on the tablet sitting on the coffee table in front of them.
She accepts the glass, barely gracing me with a glance before taking a tentative sip. My girl is leery.
As she should be.
And yeah, she’s still my fucking girl. Mine. Mine. Fuckingmine.
I don’t give a shit how many times she tries to run from me, I will always make sure she ends up right back here.
The difference now is how much and how hard I’ll punish her each time. The choice is completely hers at this point. I can make her feel good, or I can make her cry while she chokes on my dick.
Frankly, I might do that anyway. Like I said, she has a shitload to atone for.
The bitch sat at the dinner table and tried to play stupid about Christos and I’ve got to give it to her, she’s become a pretty good actress because for a second there, I almost believed she wasn’t aware he was gone.
But everything we endured over the past four years was because of her. Every moment of pain we endured since that night was one hundred percent her fault.
Well, maybe not one hundred percent. More like ninety-eight, since she put shit into motion and her father is the one who put all the actors into play and turned our lives upside down.
I fucking missed her. I missed her every fucking day, even if I hated her. Isn’t there some kind of saying about love and hate being separated by a thin line or some shit like that?
Kato and Brix think I’ve lost my mind and, okay, maybe I’ve become a little more…violent, I guess you could say. As in, I thrive when I get the opportunity to torture some fuck, and I might have become celibate over the past four years. A lot ofpeople thought my Everest was dead, but I knew she was out there waiting for me.
I didn’t want any other pussy but hers, and I plan to keep that cunt wrapped around my dick as often as possible, even if I have to sleep with my cock shoved deep inside her every night.
Then again, Kato decided we have to take turns in her bed, and the fucker claimed the first night with her. Sure, I could fight him on it, but heismy boss. Might be one out of only two friends and like a brother, but he could easily order my execution at any moment.
She hurt us. She ruined our lives. She broke us.
And now…we’re going to return the favor.
By the time Alexa left, Everest had consumed three glasses of wine, and her heavy lids are evidence she’s feeling the effects of the alcohol.
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