I WAKE WITH a start. Something heavy sits on my chest in the darkness. My arms are pinned beneath the weight, and for a split second, I almost toss it off of me. But then I feel her palms on my chest. Exploring. Soft and gentle.
“Why are you awake in the middle of the night, baby?” I murmur as I slide my arms out to grip her hips.
“I’ve been thinking.” Her voice is a whisper. A scary-as-fuck whisper. I hate those goddamned whispers.
“Toto and Land?”
“Sleeping,” she assures me. Her fingers brush along my beard in the darkness. “Can we talk?”
I swallow down the tension building inside me. “Of course, angel.”
Angel, my ass.
Hannah eats angels for dinner.
But when she’s in a mood, I placate her at any cost. I know this. Her parents and brothers know this. Our kids even know this.
She slides off my lap and turns on the bedside lamp. Her blonde hair is messy and wild, but it’s her eyes that are distant. So dark. Fuck.
“Talk, beautiful.”
The darkness flickers in her eyes as she beams at me. My sweet girl never lets a compliment go. She fucking loves them.
“The medicine doesn’t work anymore,” she tells me, a slight wobble to her bottom lip. “I think those…things. The bad things.”
I jolt upright and reach for her wrist. When I pull her into my arms, she sags against me.
“We’ll find something different. Your dad is always researching meds for you.” I kiss her tit through her thin nightshirt and then bite it. Sometimes I can distract her from her dark thoughts with sex.
“But what if nothing works. We need a plan.”
I stiffen at her words. “A plan for what?”
“Sometimes I stare at them at night. I don’t feel like they belong to me. I think terrible things, but then I leave. I’m strong enough to leave.” Her voice cracks. “But what happens when one day I’m not?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You’re the strongest girl I know,” I tell her, squeezing her tight. “Maybe you just need a vacation, baby. You’re a good mom. You keep the house in perfect shape and you’re a great cook. But you might be working too hard. Why don’t we go on a vacation? We’ll ask War and Baylee to watch the kids.”
She seems to mull over my answer, and I pounce. I peel off her tank top and squeeze her tit before sucking on the soft flesh. Her breath catches when I nibble on her.
“Gabe…”
“Shhh,” I murmur. “We’ll figure it out in the morning. Until then, let me love you.”
My words work because her fingers thread into my hair as she straddles me on the edge of the bed. I flip her onto her back and flash her a wolfish grin before I peel her panties and shorts down her thighs. Once my stunning-but-crazy-as-all-fucking-hell wife is naked, I climb off the bed for a necessity on nights like this.
Rope.
She bites on her bottom lip when I come sauntering back to the bed with the nylon rope. Her eyes are hooded as I tie intricate knots around her wrists so that they don’t come loose. Then, I tie the end of the rope to the bed frame.
“Spread ‘em,” I growl.
My good little girl obeys and shows me her pink pussy. I’m going to punish her cunt for what I can’t punish her mind for. I slap it hard enough to make her cry out.
“You want my dick stretching out your ass, don’t you, sweet girl?”
She nods. “I want you to hurt me.”
I slap her cunt again. “Don’t worry. I’m going to hurt you real bad tonight.”
Her body shudders in response. Distraction is the best thing I can do for her right now.
“Tell me who owns you,” I murmur as I lean forward and suck on her clit.
She jolts against her bindings and releases a long moan.
“Tell me,” I order.
When she doesn’t answer, I bite her clit hard enough to make her scream out a string of cuss words at me.
“Tell me, goddammit,” I snarl against her wet cunt.
“Y-You. You always have.”
“Good girl.” I kiss her pussy softly. As I take my time teasing her, my brain is elsewhere. This shit gets worse every day. The meds don’t work. Nothing fucking works. It scares the hell out of me the way she looks at our children.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Mmmmm,” she moans.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Come for me and then I’ll put my dick inside you. If you’re a real good girl, I might put it in your ass later, too.”
My words turn her on because she whimpers as her orgasm nears. I suck on her swollen clit until she cries out in pleasure. Her entire body trembles, but I don’t give her time to recover. I shove my boxers down and flop my hard cock out. I’m always hard for my sweet girl.
“Oh, Hannah,” I growl as I thrust hard inside her tight cunt. I lean over her and find her perfect mouth. Our kiss is needy and hungry and unhinged—like our entire relationship. Fucking hell, it’s perfect.
But it’s not perfect because when she’s not tied to my bed, letting me fuck her, she’s on a train by herself riding full speed ahead to crazy town. And she’s going to mow down my family in the process.
“God, I fucking love you,” I tell her with a grunt.
She whimpers and sucks on my tongue. “I fucking love you, too.”
I pound into her until we’re both moaning with our release. I come deep inside her cunt because my shit is fixed. No more babies with my hot ass wife. I can barely protect the two we’ve got.
I grin as I look deep into her blue eyes that have found clarity again. Love shines in them. It’s real and genuine.
For now.
With a stifled sigh, I stroke her hair and memorize her face.
One day, I won’t see this look in her eyes anymore.
One day, I’m going to have to kill my wife.
Not THE END.
But it will be soon.
The final installment of the War & Peace series is on its way…
This is the End, Baby
(epilogue novella)