Housewife

‘You should have seen her Abel. I simply can’t get enough of her,’ I exclaim, my mind vividly conjuring images of her captivating beauty.

Abel recoils in horror, his eyes widening at the thought of this femme fatale. ‘No offense, but I think I’ll pass on that kind of trauma. You both seem to be a harmonious duo of dysfunction.’ He quips, flipping through the pages of his book.

I let out a sigh, twirling my glass of amber liquid in my hand. ‘You don’t understand the magnetic allure of someone so alluringly dangerous,’ I confess, mesmerized by the idea of surrendering oneself to a lethal beauty like Irena.

Yesterday, Irena was unlike any version of herself I had ever encountered before. For months, she had presented a demeanour of bittersweetness –

someone who exudes kindness and creativity. She played the piano, baked delectable treats, and adored white roses. I found myself hopelessly drawn to her.

But yesterday, a different Irena emerged. A side of her that had been lurking in the shadows. It was as if she had shed her skin, revealing a dark, alluring, and complex being. A being that secretly desired to dance with the devil and thirsted for revenge against those who had shattered her world.

A being that craved the euphoria of pain and found pleasure in the scent of blood.

It was a juxtaposition of two beautiful yet divergent personalities that I found magnetizing. Two sides of her that I could not help but be drawn to.

‘You just don’t get it.’ As I confide in Abel, he chuckles gently in response.

‘Saint, every time I lay my eyes on my wife, I discover another layer of my love for her. It’s like an infinite odyssey,’ he gushes, radiating affection. ‘So I’m the last person who wouldn’t understand.’

However, I refuse to entertain the idea that I am experiencing romance.

‘Abel, you’re barking up the wrong tree. I am definitely not falling for anyone,’ I interject decisively, discouraging any notion of amorous involvement. His expression, that ‘look,’ tells me he isn’t convinced. Without hesitation, I repeat myself. ‘I’m telling you, I’m not.’

He raises his eyebrows and drops a knowing comment, ‘I hear ya, man.’

As he retreats into silence, I release a heavy breath and knead my forehead, grappling with my emotions. It’s no secret that Irena is the most stunning woman I have ever laid eyes on, and I would go above and beyond to please her. But the question remains: do I love her the way Abel loves his wife?

The answer is no.

Sensing my conflicting thoughts, Abel discreetly interrupts my reverie with a throat clearing.

‘Have you got any leads on our elusive traitor?’ he asks, and I let out a deflating sigh. ‘No, every time I’m close to collaring them, they seem to slip through my fingers, leaving me back at square one. It’s as if they’re a step ahead of me at every turn- leading me to believe that I’m dealing with a mastermind who knows all my tricks. I’ve got my money on Zoltan, that cunning devil who knows how to erase people from existence, but then there’s Prince who seems to know more than his fair share. It’s a coin-flip situation,’ I confess while scratching my scruffy chin.

Abel interjects with wisdom, ‘You have to keep your cards close to your chest and remain tactical. We don’t want to give away our hand too soon.

This is a game of chess, and we won’t make a move until we’re one hundred percent sure of their guilt.’ I nod, agreeing fully with his advice, and we continue to plan our strategy.

‘Ah, but what of the binding agreement?’ he probes, his voice taunting and rough. My eyes flick up to meet him, my jaw stiffening in response. ‘I just have fulfilled my end of the bargain and if Irena found out, which she won’t.

It wouldn’t matter,’ I reply, trying to keep my tone steady. Such is the life of a contract killer, I remind myself.

Abel leans forward, his piercing gaze drilling into mine. ‘You’ve got to see the big picture here, sweetheart,’ he advises, I recline slightly in my chair, swirling the whiskey around in its glass. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I should just focus on my end of the bargain and let that be the end of it.

For now, though, my mind is consumed with finding out who’s been playing me for a dumbass. And once I do, they’ll wish they’d never crossed me.

IRENA

For weeks now, Saint has been clinging to me like a tenacious vine, and I can’t say I’m complaining. After standing up to the three of them, I felt like a new version of myself had been unleashed. Irena 2.0, if you will.

Suddenly, I was brimming with newfound confidence and unexplored potential. And it’s all thanks to Saint. He’s shown me a side of myself that I never even knew was there, and I’m grateful for it.

Later that day, I proudly set down a sumptuous bowl of fresh salad that I had slaved over since the morning. After dusting off my hands and neatly tucking away my apron, I surveyed the room with a sense of satisfaction. We had just moved out of Nirali and Abel’s home and into our very own safe house, and it was a milestone I couldn’t help but revel in.

The sound of jingling keys catches my attention and I eagerly turn my head towards the door. As though sensing my excitement, Saint arrives just in time for dinner. I scurry to greet him, a wide smile stretching across my face as he steps inside. After casually shedding his jacket and loosening his tie, the sleeves of his shirt are rolled up, giving him a relaxed yet refined look. I can’t help but admire him as he hangs his jacket on the coat stand and turns to me with a soft, knowing smile.

My brows furrow as I approach him, planting several light pecks on his lips.

I feel his hands wrap around my waist in response, his touch sending a wave of comfort through me.

‘Rough day?’ I whisper against his mouth, and he groans in response, pressing his forehead gently to mine. ‘You have no idea. I’m so close to catching the one who sent the hit men after me, but they always seem to be one step ahead.’

With my hand gently caressing his stubble, I reassure him, ‘But you’re Saint Dé Leon – there’s nothing you can’t handle.’ My heartfelt words put a genuine smile on his face as he chuckles, his dimple is now visible. ‘It smells delicious,’ he comments, sniffing the air appreciatively.

‘Well, I prepared a feast. You know a small celebration of our relationship and how far we’ve come. Baby steps.’ I tell him. ‘Yeah…?’ He trailed off planting a single kiss on my lips. ‘Yeah,’ I whisper.

He leans in to kiss me and I’m consumed by his fiery passion. His teeth graze across my lip and I gasp, feeling a heat swelling deep within me.

‘Saint, the food will get cold,’ I manage to whimper as he continues to tease me with his mouth.’Tell me what you made.’ He demands. Continuing to tease me with his mouth.

Flushing with excitement, I clear my throat and begin to recite the delectable menu. ‘Chicken confit.’ My voice is low and sultry, tempting him with every word. ‘Mhm, what else?’ Taking me by the waist, he leads me into the dining room, his arms still wrapped around my supple form. ‘And freshly baked bread,’ I purr, my lips dangerously close to his ear.

‘What else?’ His lips trail down my neck, igniting my every desire. My nipples harden at the sensation, their tips straining against the soft cotton material of my dress. A soft sigh escapes me, as I struggle to keep my composure. ‘Mmm, s-salad.’

‘What else?’

God, this man will be the death of me.

His fingers slide down, shimmying under the fabric of my lace dress as he cups my ass. And as I gasp at his boldness, I am greeted with the bulge of his desire pressing insistently against my stomach. I throw my head back, unlocking a sensual moan, as his tongue flicks out, teasing and tasting before sinking his teeth into my neck. A surefire way to leave behind a delicious bruise.

‘Um… I made cheesecake for dessert.’ My voice comes out in a breathy whisper as I tug at Saint’s locks. ‘Why don’t we start there? I’m craving something sweet and warm.’ He growls into my ear before lifting me effortlessly and depositing me onto the sturdy table. With a deafening crash, the plates and salad bowl fall to the floor shattered into a million pieces.

‘Saint!’ I snap, glaring at him with flushed cheeks and wet panties. ‘The maids will clean everything in the morning,’ he replies with unsettling ease.

But as he pulls back, his sinful gaze consumes me whole.

He swept my dress up with effortless ease, leaving my lacy undergarments on full display. A grin danced across Saint’s lips as he eyed the knife resting tantalizingly close to his fingertips. His dark, emerald eyes sparked with a dangerous thrill that sent shivers down my spine.

Despite the fear that should have been consuming me, a thrilling excitement coursed through my veins. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to the deadly curiosity of what Saint was planning to do with the sharp blade. With a frown, I eyed the handsome devil before me, my eyes flashing with a hint of desire.

The heat flooded my cheeks as Saint’s voice drifted across my ear, sending a tingle down my spine. ‘I will claim you tonight, Doe,’ he breathed, his lips dangerously close to mine. ‘I will ruin you in ways you never thought possible.’

With a soft sigh, I surrendered to his words, letting myself be swept away by the thrill of his dangerous game.

‘Then ruin me.’

With a devilish grin on his lips, he slowly runs his tongue across his teeth.

‘Irena, you’ve shown me all the dark and beautiful parts of you, including your thorns. But now it’s my turn to show you that I’m not afraid to bleed when I touch them,’ he says, as he draws the blunt side of a knife across the base of my neck. His breath is hot against my ear as the adrenaline floods my system with the corrupted void of Saint’s chaotic nature.

‘Whenever you feel uncomfortable, just say stop,’ he declares. ‘Do you understand?’

My nerves sing with frenzied energy as I nod, trying to quell the trembling of my hands. In the depths of Saint’s eyes, I can see a devilish gleam that sends a shiver down my spine.

‘Undress,’ he orders, his voice rough and dark as the night. With a racing heart, I follow his command and strip off my dress, bra, and panties, leaving nothing but my heels. His gaze rakes over my naked form, and I feel exposed under his piercing stare.

As he licks his lips, I catch sight of the knife in his hand and feel a sudden spike of desire. I should be repulsed by his crude demands, but instead, I feel my body thrummed with arousal.

‘You’re going to fuck yourself and I’m going to watch then I’m going to mark you and after I’m going to fuck you senselessly,’ he says, his words full of raw aggression. It’s vulgar, possessive, and disturbing, and yet, I can’t help the heat building between my thighs.

With a flick of his thumb against the blade, my desire is almost too much to bear.

As I teasingly run my hand over my belly, Saint steps back to fully appreciate the sight. My fingers descend over my wet folds and I can’t help but pinch my clit, my hips involuntarily moving as I maintain eye contact with Saint.

All the fragments of my life are jagged and haunting, and my darkness seems endless. It was this darkness that attracted Saint to me, as he delved into my soul like a serpent.

I was lost, shattered, and in constant agony until the devil himself discovered me. His evil allure called to me, and I responded, craving the thrill and bloodlust that made me feel alive. His fire ignited something within me, leading me to submit to his madness, and I’m slowly giving in.

Because madness is easier than pain.

Saint creeps into my life like a shadowy figure, blending seamlessly into the dark abyss of night. Under the cloak of anonymity, he brings with him a sense of danger that only adds to the thrill. Without hesitation, he takes hold of a sharp knife and slices his palm with delicate ease, blood gushing freely onto the hilt. My senses reel as I watch him, the edges of my mind blurring as I take in the raw power of his actions. ‘Saint, you’re bleeding,’ I caution, my heart galloping in my chest. But he pays me no heed, lost in the all-encompassing rush of indulgence. ‘Touch yourself, Irena,’ he urges, his voice almost desperate. The chill of his words rocks through me, electrifying every inch of my being.

As my body curves and stretches, my fingers navigate the wetness between my thighs, craving attention. Our gaze remains fixed on each other, a mutual fire igniting a wild desire within us. His long thick erect length taunts me, and my body can barely contain its longing, whimpering uncontrol ably.

Suppressing the urge to scream out in pleasure, I sink my teeth into my lip and watch Saint stroke himself before me. As I cling to the wooden table, I spread myself wider, intensifying both the pleasure and pain. My fingers penetrate deeper within me, circling my aching clit, my heart racing in anticipation of the ultimate climax.

Undeterred, Saint moves closer, his eyes lit with primal lust, ravenous for me. My fingers don’t stop pleasuring me with fervent hunger, while he watches over me, biting his lip and groaning with each passing moment. Our gaze continues to bind us as we both feel this feverish craving building up uncontrollably.

He warms my skin as his fingers wrap around my neck, tracing down my collarbone to leave a mark with his blood. I bite his lip fiercely, causing a growl to escape from his throat, while he pinches my breast with cruelty and leaves a red mark on my skin. My mouth fills with the taste of his blood as our pleasure merges and my body shakes with an orgasmic release, but I do not bite hard enough to break his skin.

‘Tonight, I devote myself to you, no matter the shift of the knife. Through blood and bone. I am yours, Irena,’ As he murmurs, the icy metal pricks my skin. The knife’s edge glides between my breasts and enters my chest, causing a thin trail of blood to appear. The mix of agony and ecstasy produces an unearthly and powerful sensation. I bend my back and indulge in the experience. The blood on my flesh now shines, and the flickering firelight creates a playful sensuality that urges me to succumb to his impulses. His eyes become darker in colour as he feels a tumultuous emotion. His lovely grin envelops his face, rendering me defenseless against his enchanting enchantment.

Suppressing a shiver I said. ‘Stop looking at me like that.’

‘Like what?’ He tilted his head and spoke softly in a teasing tone, questioning on one side. ‘Like I’m dinner.’

‘Maybe I’m hungry.’ he pauses, ‘Now relax baby, and let me have my dessert.’ He gently lays me down on the table and kneels before me. His clean fingers caress my warm folds, while our lips collide fiercely. I can’t resist his touch, and he draws me closer, raising one of my legs over his shoulder.

Every time he touches my clit, I convulse towards him and utter throaty groans that reverberate through the night.

As he bites my flesh, I surrender to the irresistible combination of pleasure and pain – like a star chasing a joyful dream. At this moment, I am wholly lost. His passionate kiss takes me higher, feeling like a heartless demon devouring my being. Strangely, I feel protected and secure in his arms.

My eyes widen in surprise as he removes his finger with a pop, sucking on them like a man possessed. My heart races as he teases my entrance with the butt of his knife. This is reckless, crazy, and utterly thrilling. I can’t wait to see what he does next.

My flesh sways to the irresistible ebb and flow of the sensual tide, while my innermost desires blossom in the dark recesses of my soul. I relish in Saint’s ability to use my body as his own personal temple, pledging his worship on its hallowed grounds.

The rubber rear bolster of the knife circles my entrance, its thick butt gliding against my skin. I quiver with anticipation, eager to indulge in his hedonistic desires.

‘You have no idea how much it thrills me to see my wife so damn wet,’ he murmurs, flashing me his feral gaze. As he thrusts the handle of the knife inside me, my words disintegrate into startled breaths. A cruel grin illuminates his sharp features.

‘Go on, Doe, take it like the good wife you are.’ Mesmerized by his prowess, I watch him invade my being, every inch of my being pulsating with rapturous pleasure. Amidst the awakening of my secret desires, I come to a realization: this is happening, and I’m allowing it to happen.

With a steady hand, Saint smoothly works the handle inside of me like his own cock, causing a blend of ecstasy and agony to ripple through my body.

An unexpected pause, and he tenderly kisses my inner thighs in apology, before ramming the entirety of it inside of me. Instantly, my back arches, my head involuntarily tilts back and a devilish moan escapes my lips. As the butt of the knife retreats, I gather my breath, but just as quickly the rear rubber slides in and out, to which I let out a guttural sound of satisfaction. My breath quickens, my head flings back and I can’t help but think, ‘This is so wrong, but it feels oh so right.’

‘Who do I belong to?’ He breathes, intensifying the rhythm with the handle of his blade as he devours my clit, his tongue swirling and teasing it like it’s his favourite candy. Pleasure courses through me, making my core clench with satisfaction. ‘M-me,’ I managed to utter. ‘Oh, yes…’ I moan, biting my lip but failing to contain the next wave of ecstasy. His knife thrusts drive me over the edge and I whimper with delight.

But as I bask in the afterglow, a small voice echoes at the back of my mind, questioning my own pleasure. How can I relish this without feeling sick? Yet, I am craving more; every word, every touch makes me burn with desire.

The way he angles the knife’s butt sends a shockwave through me, making my eyes roll back and a primal moan escapes my lips. A wave of ecstasy engulfs me, kissing the depths of my soul and unlocking my fleshly desires. I clench my fists as my legs shake involuntarily, surrendering to the heavenly sensation he brings. His skilled tongue flicks up and down, stroking me with the weapon until I’m left breathless and unable to think. I gasp when his teeth clamp down on my inner thigh, tears of pleasure stinging my eyes.

Saint pulls out the handle, savouring the creamy liquid that drips off the knife’s edge. His primal growl fills the air as he stands, taking me in a fierce grip as he grips my thighs. His urgency is palpable as he lowers his pants, needing to be connected in the most primal way.

The pink head of his penis glides smoothly against my wet entrance, causing my muscles to tense with excitement. He lifts me effortlessly, and my legs wrap around his hips as he pressed me against the glass window, which overlooks a backyard hidden by forest. In the moonlight, our skin glows, and I feel a quick connection with him before he enters me with a sharp breath.

I dig my nails into his flesh and whimper as he kisses my neck, his blood-stained hands tangled in my hair. ‘Saint, I don’t know if I can handle this,’ I gasp, overwhelmed by his size. ‘Shhh…just a little bit more,’ he reassures me with a whispered shush.

I am consumed by him as he plunges deep within me with one powerful move. An indescribable sensation overpowers me and I let out an unmistakable cry that echoes through the room. The feeling of being filled completely cannot be contained and my body shudders uncontrol ably. Pain and pleasure collide, driving me into a frenzy of desire. ‘Fuckk…you wrap around me so perfectly,’ he whimpers as he thrusts deep, unforgiving, and relentless. I try to accommodate him entirely, but he is too much for me to handle. His strength and skill overwhelm me completely as if I am but clay in the hands of an expert sculptor. The sound of his heavy breathing fills my ears as he continues his furious onslaught, his movement a symphony of muscular perfection. With every motion, I am plunged deeper into a vortex of ecstasy, my senses overcome by bliss. He holds me close, dominating me with his unbridled passion, his rhythm increasing with every moment that passes. Finally, I surrender to him completely, falling headlong into a bottomless abyss of pleasure. He wants me as he fucks brutally, passionately, giving me what I pleaded for—fucking me right out of my mind.

Ruining me.

I am a blaze of unbridled desire, searing with intense pleasure and insatiable lust. My body collides with the glass, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Our limbs entwined like vines, I clutch his shoulders, my nails sinking into his flesh. The pain ignites a primal energy within him, driving him wild.

He moans my name, biting my neck in ecstasy as I cry out. My mind becomes a frenzied storm, an intoxicating mix of violence and eroticism. I let out a shuddering moan, my breath hot against his ear, his teeth grazing my tender breast.

I am addicted to his touch, the way he mercilessly pounds into me, filling me completely with his thick, pulsing cock. Every nerve ending in my body bursts with pleasure, tears streaming down my face from the sheer intensity of it all. The pain, the pleasure, the sin of it all – I am drunk on the sensations that I crave with such reckless abandon.

Enraptured by his desires, he had an insatiable craving for me. I was consumed by him, taken by the passion that had eluded me until now. My body surrendered to his every whim, relinquishing control as he possessed me completely. His touch claimed not just my flesh, but my very soul – he had made me his own. The surrender was sweet, yet dangerous; it was the ultimate sacrifice of desire.

I ran my hand through his hair, relishing the sensation as every thrust took me closer to the edge.

As he quickened his pace, my mind was blown beyond reason. ‘I want to see you come apart for me,’ he whimpers softly.

His hips moved fiercely, taking me closer to the brink. ‘Saint.’ I moaned his name, the sound desperate and raw. As the searing heat crested through my body, I cried out in ecstasy, and Saint was there to answer.

A symphony of gasps and grunts surrounds us as Saint claims me like a savage. His primal hunger and raw passion leave me breathless – a lost cause in his powerful embrace. My senses reel as his thrusts pick up speed, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. I cling to him, surrendering to the erotic chaos he brings. Saint’s hard length pulses inside me, tearing down my defenses and filling me with primal lust. His feral whimpers reverberate through my body as we reach the peak together, my screams mingling with his.

My skin is on fire as Saint bites my breast, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through my body. My heartbeat drums out of control as I tremble, bursting with sensations I have never known before. Saint’s possessive hold on me never wavers as the aftershocks of our passion shake his body. I’m left dazed, trying to catch my breath, and when he finally kisses me, I’m reduced to a quivering mess.

‘Saint, stop,’ I beg between gasps, but he just chuckles, lost in his own carnal world. “P-please stop it’s too much.”

Picking me up with ease, Saint’s kiss on my forehead is gentle and tender, a stark contrast to the fierce eroticism of just moments before.

With a gradual deceleration of his movements, he moans into the hollow of my neck before sliding out of me.

‘You might need some assistance walking for a while Doe but I am more than willing to bear the burden.’

I playfully swat his shoulder as a retort. ‘You’re such a pain in the ass.’

Saint sends a quick peck to my cheek. ‘I know.’

‘Also all the food I prepared for us went to waste.’ I declare our attention flicking to the messy table. We look at each other and Saint shies away with an apologetic smile. ‘I’ll make it up to you.’ He states.

Gently scooping me up using his muscular arms, Saint cradles me in a bridal hold and stealthily navigates us toward the bedroom. With a single hand, he nudges open the dimly lit door, before depositing me onto the plush mattress.

‘I’m going to run the bath for you okay,’ he states softly and I nod, watching him as he walks into the bathroom. Moments later I hear water running.

A moment later Saint walks in and I watch him as he wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up. My legs once again warped around his waist like a belt. ‘I can walk, you know.’

‘Can you?’ he inquired, arching a perfect brow. I looked away and smiled.

I’m sore but still smiled.

Why am I smiling?

‘That’s what I thought.’ he pointed out and carried me into the large open bathroom. The smell of lavender lingered in the air. The bathroom lights are dim. My gaze darts to the huge bathtub filled with a layer of surfactant foam on the surface of the water. Saint helps me in the bathtub. I quietly thank him as I relax in the warm soothing water.

Saint helps me in the bathtub. I quietly thank him as I relax in the warm soothing water.

‘Join me,’ I say, looking up to him. ‘Are you sure?’ He questions and I giggle. ‘Come on, the water is nice.’

Saint scratches the back of his neck. For the first time, I notice a hint of nervousness in his eyes which makes my heart flutter dozens of butterflies.

His cheeks flush a light shade of pink as he gets in. Sitting behind me as each side of his long legs stretched beside me. I purposefully snuggle toward him and he wraps his arms around my stomach.

I turned to look at him. His expression was serious but I liked how when he caught my gaze it softened a little. The way he looked at me was different from how he looked at everyone else.

‘Why do you insist on playing this menacing character when the truth is, you’re nothing close to it?’ I asked, unable to hold back my curiosity any longer. The way Saint looked at me as he swept my hair away from my face made my heart race. ‘Because, Doe, that’s who I am,’ he said. I shook my head in disbelief, convinced that there was more to him than met the eye.

‘No, you’re not,’ I argued. ‘You’re broken, and you don’t want to admit it.

You haven’t allowed your scars to heal so you collect scars because you want proof that you’re paying for whatever sins you’ve committed..’

The room fell silent, and his eyes seemed to darken. ‘I understand that you want to believe in a romanticized version of me, but the truth is, I am no hero. I am who I am, and I’ll never be anyone’s savior,’ he said, his voice laced with a sense of finality.

‘Why?’ I ask curiously, challenging Saint to explain his twisted logic. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he chuckles darkly in response.

‘Because the tragic hero always chooses the fate of the world over their lover.’ His gaze shifts to mine and he pierces me with a stare. ‘But I am not a hero, Irena. I’m the villain. And the villain always chooses to save their lover at the cost of the world.’

My heart aches with sadness and intrigue as I beg him to expose his raw and vulnerable self. ‘Please, Saint. I want to see the parts of you that nobody else can. Share your story with me – the good, the bad, and the ugly. I just want you to be authentic with me.’ My hand tenderly cups the side of his face, desperate to witness him in his entirety.

Saint exhales a deep sigh and closes his eyes, allowing himself to be vulnerable with me for the first time.

‘I’d rather you fix it first,’ he softly mummers. ‘Fix what?’ I ask tilting my head in confusion, waiting for him to continue. Slowly he opens his eyes, and they lock onto mine with a piercing intensity.

‘Fix me please.’