Page 77 of Goldflame
I’ll pull out my knife after she sucks my cock to get it wet, then I’ll make her spread her legs for me.
“You’ve been a bitch, you know that?” I’ll say, teasing her delicate inner thigh with my knife blade.
“I’m sorry, Julian. Do what you have to. I’m yours.”
I’ll slide my cock in just as I run the blade along her thigh. She’ll gasp my name, pleasure mixed with pain.
“More, Julian.”
I’ll give her more, fucking her harder as I make another line of red bloom along her stomach.
She’ll keep begging, pleading for all the torment I have to give, wanting me to mark her fully as mine.
She’ll love it just like she did that night at the amusement park; she’ll quiver and begs and take everything I want to give.
Back in the present, my cock is hard under the desk.
I can’t fucking wait for Aurelia to return. I can’t ever forgive her for what she did, but watching her break and then beg for me makes it easier to try.
Maybe one day I’ll admit that I admire her for pulling the trigger in the first place. One ballsy move. Her taste for revenge is almost as big as mine for blood, and thinking about both gets me even harder.
I finally understand why father thought the way he did; why letting others play with his women made him feel powerful enough to watch without interference.
Because it makes them cling to you harder.
Sick fucker knew exactly what he was doing all along.
I’ve underestimated that power until now—the thrill of watching someone come back with needs only you can satisfy.
Sinful as hell, but fascinating.
Just as I’m about to palm my cock while Valentine is distracted by his tablet and droning on about bullshit I really don’t care about, a scream pierces my memories.
My mother’s scream.
Then I see my father as I watch through a crack in the door. I’m only a kid, maybe seven, and Lucian and Mother were in this very office.
He has his belt wrapped around her throat.
“Fucking whore,” he growls, “did you enjoy how Xavier fucked you?”
“No,” Mother chokes out. “No. I missed you. I only thought of coming back to you because you fuck me so much better.”
He tightens the belt around her throat and pushes her dress up. “That’s right. Good girl.”
I turn away but whatever he does next makes Mother scream again.
Her screams always hollowed the house. And I want to do that to Aurelia? I want her love to come from fear? To treat her roughly and cruelly, the way Lucian treated Mom?
My stomach clenches. I imagine us having a son someday. I imagine her body bent under me as I hurt her, our son’s eyes peeking through the same door, seeing the same cruelty. Feeling what I felt.
Sourness rises in my throat and it takes effort to hold it back.
“Valentine—”
He looks up from his tablet, surprised by the urgency in my voice.
“Get out. Now.”
