The Marine (Black Hawke Security #3)

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

KAEL

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T wo nights in a row , Briar hasn’t stayed at her apartment.

My fucking wife.

She’s with him. I know she is. Little slut. I am going to slice her pussy into pieces to clean her of this impurity.

As I did the others.

My tolerance of these dates, where she thinks she has all the control, is coming to an end. Briar wants a divorce, but she isn’t getting it.

She’s mine.

I need her pussy around my cock, and I’m getting angsty waiting for it. She should know her place. I knocked it into her enough times.

I was surprised when she left and the only reason I haven’t done anything about it is because I was prepared. Relocating takes planning, and with my background, I need to be careful.

Her little bitch friends helped her move out of our house and into an apartment. She said she needed space. While she’s been fucking Aidan Black, I’ve sold the house—in my name so the dumb bitch didn’t need to be told—and arranged my finances.

LA is a great place to be inconspicuous, but for now we will head somewhere more rustic.

Private.

Where I can take my time and show Briar who I really am. Play with her as I’ve always wanted to. She has no idea how much I’ve held back. Her body is my playground and I’m ready to explore.

It’s incredible how long a body can live when a soul is withering away from trauma and pain.

Just the thought of it has my cock hardening.

The fear in their eyes, pleading, powerless, dying.

I slide my hand inside my pants as I sit across from her apartment and pull my hard cock out. I start to stroke as I lick my lips and visualize her tied up with blood dripping from her cleanly cut wounds.

Her mouth gagged, life slowly seeping from her.

My hand tightens and I imagine it’s her pussy, powerless and begging for my swollen cock.

“Christ.” I cough and grip the steering wheel with my other hand.

Yanking hard, I feel my balls tighten and arousal shoot down my spine. Next time I climax it will be in Briar’s goddamn lying mouth.

After the wedding is over, I am taking her from here.

This time she will obey—‘til death do us part.