Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I shove her off me and pull out the knife I carry in my pocket. I hold the two-inch diameter round wooden handle before opening it up and releasing the blade.
Eddie’s pants are still down around his ankles, his feet restricted. I flip him over. “Get on your knees, Eddie.”
He doesn’t move. He’s frozen.
“Don’t worry, Eddie, I’m not a complete monster. I’ll use lube.”
Eddie's shrill screams permeate the night air as I slice into the flesh above his ass and cut a line. Blood trickles down the wound and gathers around his ass.
“Stop it,” she shrieks, her delicate hands hitting my back, “Stop it! This isn’t like you, You’re not like the rest of them.”
I don’t dare look at her, knowing her eyes will lure me back into her trap. “You’re right, Kat. They aren’t like me.” I pin Eddie by sitting on his legs, my hand coming to press into the center of his back.
With a flick of my wrist, I send the knife spinning in the air. It glimmers as it falls, blade over handle until I catch it by the blade, allowing it to slice into my hand as I push the handle into Eddie’s ass.
“The boy you used to know is dead, Kat. I was once someone who cared about doing right, but that was when I believed good deeds would be rewarded, back when I still had some light in my life. But you, sweet Kat, you extinguished any bit of hope I had left in me.”
Eddie’s screams morph into moans, and I laugh.
“Look at that, would you, Kat? It seems there’s nothing to worry about. Eddie here likes it. Tell her you like getting your ass fucked, Eddie. Especially when it’s by me.”
“Your hand,” Kat exclaims.
Blood wets my hand as it gushes out of my flesh. I welcome the pain because while I hold onto it, I can’t open my heart to her begging or her tears. I don’t want to feel pity for Katelyn Shaw. Hate is all I allow myself to feel for her. It doesn’t matter that hating her is like hating myself. We are two beating halves of the same wounded heart because as much as I hate her, I despise myself more for never being able to forget her.
CHAPTER 9
Katelyn
I should be horrified at a knife handle sodomizing Eddie while it slices deep into the flesh of Heath’s palm. But all I can register is that he’s back. My Health is back. The eternal darkness that enshrouds my broken heart begins to flicker with the tiniest spark of light.
When I begged him to stop before he killed Eddie, it wasn’t because I cared if he lived or died, but because I didn’t want Heath to pay for my sins. Every choice I’ve made in the last decade was for Heath, except for marrying Eddie—that decision was for me. A choice I knew would forever keep me from Heath. He’ll never forgive me for it, but as long as he’s back, I don’t care.
I want to run to him, wrap my arms around him and press my body to his with such fierce force that even God couldn't tear us apart. The surface beneath my feet becomes quicksand, holding me at bay as I desperately try to reach him. Drops of crimson flow from Heath’s hand and hit the soft wheaten sand.
“Your hand, Heath. Stop, you’re hurting your hand.” My voice catches, emotions buried deep for five years rising to the surface.
He looks different, my Heath, yet still the same. His hair unruly, falling on his face, but that wild, carefree boy I knew is gone. The man who stands before me isn’t treading water, hoping he doesn’t drown. This Heath is sure of himself. He isn’t worried about those with power because he’s the one who wields it.
Eddie’s body is slumped, and his previously flaccid cock has risen.
“Maybe you should have made him your bitch, Kat. Seems like Eddie likes to be humiliated. Is that it, Eddie? You wanted to be fucked the way you’ve been fucking her?”
Eddie just grunts, his fingers digging in the sand. There’s no joy in watching him like this, humiliated and without control.
“Don’t turn away, Kat. Watch your precious husband. I want you to know what you chose. Was it worth it, Kat? Do you have the life you always dreamed of? A princess living in her castle?”
Heath’s words are laced with venom, each a bullet meant directly for my heart, to wound, maybe even to kill. He doesn’t know the hell I choose to live in to protect him, to shield him, to save him. I did him a favor by forcing him to leave five years ago. I saved his life, and if I had to make the same choice today, I’d do it again.