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Not everything has to be horrible, does it?

Ian has lived this life that’s full of fear and pain and suffering. I don’t know a lot about the way he was raised except that he loved his sister, whom my father killed. Well, Ian got revenge in all of the best possible ways. Didn’t he? He not only killed my father, but married me, too. He claimed me, taking me as his own.

He looks at me now for a long moment. Then, to my utter shock, he squeezes my hand back. He holds it for a few minutes then, not moving. He’s actually holding my damn hand. He’sneverdone this before. We’veneverdone anything like this before.

We’ve fucked like crazy, and he’s made me cry, and I’ve worshipped his cock while he choked me on it, but we’ve never held hands in a way this intimate before, and for some reason, this entire interaction makes me feel like I might actually just cry.

Eduardo notices this and looks over at Georgetta. “I think it’s about time for you to get to bed,” he tells her. I wonder if they’re going to be going to bed together. Georgetta hasn’t exactly confirmed or denied that the two of them are into each other. I can tell by looking at them that there’ssomethinggoing on, but I’m not entirely sure what it is.

Maybe it’s just me and my wishful thinking. I feel like Georgetta deserves a happy ending. After everything she went through being held hostage by my father, she deserves to have someone who thinks the world of her. Shedeservesto have someone who takes care of her, who loves her.

Whoworshipsher.

Isn’t that what we all deserve?

The two of them excuse themselves, and then it’s just me and Ian. He looks over at me and smiles. Then he reaches for my throat and pulls me close.

He kisses me.

Like always, it’s fierce and wild and passionate, and it makes me forget about everything except kissing him back. He’s always like this. He’s always touching me in a way that’s wild and wonderful andpassionate.

When he pulls back, his eyes flare with excitement. It’s our wedding night, after all, and we’re all alone now. It’s the very first time we’ve been alone since we arrived at the house, and I’m both exhausted and invigorated. I want to know what’s going to happen next. I want tofeelwhat’s going to happen next.

I need him.

His touch.

His energy.

His cock.

I need it all.

He pulls me to my feet and silently leads me through the mansion. It’s completely silent, which is unusual. I know that Georgetta and Eduardo are here – probably in her room – but I think that everyone else is gone. Usually there are a couple of guys by the front door, but they’re not there right now. Ian notices me looking for them and he smiles.

“I gave them the night off.”

“Then who’s guarding the house?” I ask.

“Eduardo has it covered. There’s still a security team outside, as well.”

“Okay,” I nod, accepting this. I don’t really need more information. I’m happy with what Ian is telling me. As long as there’s someone keeping the house safe and making sure that nobody is going to bother us or hurt us, I’m good. Not that I think anyone will mess with Ian.

The two of us make our way silently through the house. I expect Ian to lead me to the dungeon or to the bedroom, but he doesn’t. Instead, he takes me upstairs to the second floor and leads me down a hallway. At the end of the hall, there’s a turn. We keep moving until we finally reach a narrow spiral staircase that stretches up.

“Where does this go?” I ask. In all of my time here, I’ve never seen it or noticed it. I suppose that’s my own problem. Ian just smiles.

“Let’s find out.”

I look at him nervously.

“Do you trust me?”

It’s such a simple question: one that most girls would probably jump to answer. Unfortunately, I’m not most girls, and unfortunately, I definitely donottrust Ian. I’m far too scared, far too worried, far too afraid for anything like that.

“No,” I admit. I don’t trust him.

He eyes me for a moment, and then he nods slightly.