The Wife Breaker by Isabella Starling

Chapter 11

RAIN

“You called me?”

“Come here, Rain.”

I glare at Heath from the entrance to his study. He’s watching me, tempting me to deny him and yet scaring me into submission at the same time.

I take a step forward, but his voice calling out my name stops me in my tracks, and I step back instead.

“I don’t mean walk,” Heath tells me with twisted pleasure. “I meant crawl.”

I tighten my lips and drop to my knees. I tell myself this is nothing like all the cruel things Xavier did to me, so at least it’s better than what I’m used to.

I crawl toward Heath in my pretty pink dress I chose myself, sitting down on a pillow at his feet.

“I told you to be here by ten a.m., Sunshine. It’s ten oh five now. Are you going to make me call for you every time?”

“No,” I reply, eyes boring into his. “I’m sorry. I’ll be better.”

Behind me where I’ve clasped my hands, the butter knife burns my palms, a bitter reminder of what I want to do.

I need to attack Heath with the knife I stole at breakfast, and I need to force him to let me go. But my conscience is nagging away at me, reminding me I feel more for the man above me than I’d care to admit.

He leans toward me to whisper in my ear, but I barely register his words. Instead, I clasp my hands behind his back still holding the knife. My fingers tremble as I slowly bring it up.

“Maybe I’ll finally let you come tonight.”

As his final sentence registers, I shiver, not sure whether I can do this. But he pulls back, and it’s too late for me to stop.

I press the knife against his throat, gasping in shock at myself as his eyes widen.

Then, he laughs.

“Stop it,” I hiss. “Tell me how to leave this place.”

He keeps laughing and I press the butter knife deeper into his skin, cutting it. The blade isn’t sharp, but the points of the knife drag across Heath’s skin, drawing tiny droplets of blood.

“You’re not getting away, Rain,” he hisses. “And if you think I fear you and your adorable little weapon...”

He twists my arm away from my body, and I cry out in pure pain.

“...you should think again. Because I still fucking own you, and you know it.”

He grips my wrist and pulls the knife out of my palm, tossing it aside. I gasp at the pain the serrated edges leave on my skin and struggle to break free. But Heath pushes me back to my knees.

“I wonder when you’re going to stop escaping,” he mutters thoughtfully, holding me in place as I struggle, as if it takes no effort at all. “I’ll admit, you’ve held on the longest out of all the toys. But I think you’ll break for me soon. And when you do, it will be glorious.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss, tears of frustration welling in my eyes."I’ll never break, for anyone. I’m not afraid of anything."

“You still say that?”

I nod, and he leans his head back, laughing.

“You should be afraid of me, Rain. I’m not that different from the man you’ve just escaped from. And I fully intend on being your second and last husband... once I spray Xavier’s brains all over the house he took from me.”

“You told me I’m a toy.”

“Yes, well.”

He eyes me thoughtfully.

“You’re the best one I’ve had, so it makes sense I want to keep you.”

He’s got me all mixed up, wondering whether he wants me at all or if this is all a giant game to him.

“I trust Xavier got rid of your gag complex?” he asks me thoughtfully and I flush, feeling the embarrassment show on my skin. “No need to answer. You’re so pretty when you blush like that, Sunshine. Tell me, what are some things my uncle hasn’t done?”

My thoughts race as I wonder what to tell him. Something tells me he’ll want to do whatever I say to me now, and before I can stop myself, the words are out.

“He’s never made me squirt.”

“He hasn’t?” Heath laughs out loud. “Fucking amateur. Are you done trying to fight me for today, Rain?”

I swallow my protests. I’m not soaked through to my panties. Forcing myself to nod, I keep my gaze trained on the floor.

“Good girl,” Heath says. “Then let me teach you how to squirt.”

I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m back in the dungeons where they kept me from the moment I first got here.

I’m shivering in the darkness, strapped down to a chair that forces my legs open. My wrists are tied in front of me, and I have a medium-sized metal plug in my ass.

Heath left at least half an hour ago, leaving me alone here to cry.

I don’t know how or why this fits into his desire to make me squirt, but I fucking hate him right now. Just as I’m thinking about all the ways I want to hurt him, the lights come on and I hear his footsteps.

He appears in the room, watching me closely as he finishes a drink. I can see tiny white specks in his glass. He must’ve put that powder in it.

“You enjoyed waiting for me, Rain?” he asks thoughtfully. “Did you miss me?”

“Let me go,” I snarl in response, making him click his tongue with displeasure.

“Still haven’t learned a thing, have you, Rain?”

He approaches me, stroking my hair, which elicits a moan from my puckered lips.

“You’re so damn desperate. You want me to teach you what I promised to teach you?”

Despite all my reservations, I nod, whimpering for more of him. He smiles, gently twisting my nipples and making me see stars.

“How does your tight little asshole feel, Rain?”

“G-Good,” I manage.

“Does it feel stretched?”

“Yes...”

“Does it feel full?”

“Yes, I-“

“Does it hurt?”

I bite my lower lip, forcing the tears not to fall.

“Yes, it hurts.”

“Okay, good. Good girl.”

He comes up behind me, leaning on the chair to point at all the ropes and ties holding me in place.

“See all these, Sunshine?”

“Yes.”

“They’ll hold you in place if you keep your position,” he mutters in my ear. “So keep it, because I’m going to remove this chair now.”

“What?” I whimper, but it’s too late.

Heath has already pulled the chair from under me and I shriek, doing my best to remain in position. I quickly realize if I let go even a little, the ropes dig into my skin with punishing pain. I have to keep this position, as hard and as humiliating as it is to squat before Heath with my legs open.

“Keep like that. Good girl.”

He squats next to me, his wicked smile making my heart race between whimpers.

“Does it feel good, Rain?”

“Yes, I... Fuck, I...”

“Do you want to squirt for me?”

“Yes. Yes, I want it.”

“Here’s what you’re going to do.”

He pushes two fingers against my pussy and massages it until he slips inside, making me hiss.

“Start pushing the plug out with your ass.”

“No, I-“

I flush deeply. Until now, I’ve always removed the anal toys by pulling them out. The other idea seems wrong, wicked. And yet I can’t help myself - my muscles are already pushing on the toy that’s hurting me from the inside.

“Do it, Rain. Do it while I fuck your needy pussy.”

I whimper as he brings me closer to an orgasm.

“Oh, did I forget?”

My eyes meet Heath’s and he grins wickedly.

“Don’t you dare come. Just squirt.”

“That’s not possible,” I whine.

“You’ll see it is, Sunshine. Push on the plug. Grind my fingers.”

My world spins as I do exactly what he tells me to. The toy stretches my ass as it moves out of me and I cry out at the pain of having the widest part of it stretches me.

“Make it stop!” I cry out. “I don’t want it!”

“You’re almost there.” I feel Heath’s fingers circle the plug and hold on to it and I gasp from the overwhelming sensation. “Push the plug out.”

Before I even register it, my pussy spurts liquid all over Heath’s hand. I scream as Heath half-tugs, half-catches the plug, and I spray my juices all over the room.

I don’t even realize I’m screaming until it’s too late, and I hear Heath’s laughter.

“Didn’t that feel so fucking good, Rain?” he asks me.

“You... I...” I’m struggling to catch my breath, let alone form full sentences. “You can never do this to me again! And don’t you dare tell anybody what just happened here.”

“You think you can stop me?” He smirks at me. “I’ll fucking scream it from the rooftops if I want to. Rain Ferrell squirted while I fucked her cunt and she pushed out a plug from her ass... I’ll tell everyone.”

“No!” I hiss, letting out a sob. “Don’t, I-“

“How about we make a deal?”

He smiles as a few tears slip down my cheeks despite my best efforts to stop myself from crying.

“You forgive me, and I’ll let you come right now.”

My eyes widen at his outlandish proposal. But this is just what I need to calm my quickened heartbeat and the way my body is responding to him right now. It’s only a matter of time before Heath notices my clit is still desperately twitching for him. I’m so eager for his attention, my body demands it.

“Okay,” I whisper, the tears drying on my cheeks as I wait for him to take his cock out.

But Heath does no such thing. Instead, he cuts all the ropes binding me in place except for the ones holding my arms above my head. I’m forced to kneel in the mess I’ve just made as he stands next to me.

“Look at me.”

His palm wraps around my throat as I look up.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Rain. I can’t get enough. You forgive me if I’m a prick sometimes, right?”

His words strike a chord within me and my bottom lip trembles as I nod.

This is so fucked up.

He’s gaslighting me just like Xavier did, and I’m just going along with it. But this time it’s not so I can survive... it’s because I want to be Heath’s toy.

Fuck.

I swallow hard as the realization hits me.

“It’s okay,” I manage weakly. “I like being hurt...”

“I noticed.”

He smirks. I just told him my darkest secret and the bastard already knew.

He kneels next to me and his fingers force their way between my legs while the other hand is his on my neck.

He lightly increases the pressure on my throat as he fucks me, fast and relentless. In moments, I’m a gasping, panting mess that’s so eager for more of his attention, I’d like to willingly lick my juices off the dirty ground.

“Good fucking girl, Rain,” he mutters in my ear.

A moment later, he locks my kiss into a deep kiss that makes me feel dizzy. I’m getting close, and I know Heath feels it too because he’s groaning at the way my pussy’s gripping his fingers.

“Such a tight little snatch,” he growls. “Ready to soak my fingers again?”

“N-No, I’m not going to-“

“No?”

He hits a spot inside me that makes me shriek, flushing with pure shame as I wonder how many people can hear me right now.

“No, I won’t!”

“Okay, Rain.”

He laughs in my ear.

“I dare you not to squirt again...”

“N-No,” I cry out. “I just, I just, fuck, I-“

“Come for me, Rain. Soak my fucking fingers, right the fuck now.”

I can’t stop myself from repeating Heath’s name over and over again as my pussy squirts again. But this time, the mercy of an orgasm washes over me, making me moan so lasciviously I embarrass my damn self.

Heath doesn’t stop though, continuing to pound my wet hole until I collapse against the restraints still holding my wrists up.

They’re too tightly bound for me to fall down, and I’m stuck in an uncomfortable position as I start to cry from the relief of finally being allowed to come.

Heath cuts the restraints and pulls me closer to him, still leaving my wrists bound as he inspects my ruined makeup and tear-streaked mascara.

“You’re doing so well, my pretty toy,” he tells me. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Rain. You’re being such a good girl for me.”

His words are enough to send my head spinning again. I remember the butter knife incident. Or how desperate I am to get away.

I’ll never be able to get away from Heath, because something keeps pulling me back to him like an invisible thread binding us together.

As he holds me together and whispers sweet things into my ear, another plan builds in my mind, a plan to get away once and for all.

Because no matter what happens, I can’t risk my freedom for any man, not even Heath.

I let him calm me down, telling myself the whole time I shouldn’t trust somebody who goes by the name of The Wife Breaker.

Truth is, I barely know Heath... we haven’t spoken in almost a decade, and I can tell by his troubled existence things haven’t been easy for him.

There’s his addiction to those drugs... It seems like it’s getting ahold of him, controlling his life.

Not that Heath ever speaks to me about that stuff. No, he merely uses me like a sex toy for his cock.

I pout as he helps me into bed a while later.

“Don’t I get to sleep in your bed tonight?”

“No,” he mutters. “Too soon.”

Still, I brighten up at the thought it might happen someday. I shouldn’t be giving myself false hope like that.

After all, I’m the only one who knows how deep Xavier’s obsession with me runs. I know he won’t leave Heath and me together if we try to stick this out. He’ll kill one of us and torture the other one after making them watch.

I don’t know whether Heath knows just what a formidable opponent his uncle is, but I know he’s going to find out soon.

As he kisses me goodnight, Heath leaves my room enveloped in darkness and promises me a guard will be watching. Strangely, it makes me feel more comfortable. And it seems as if Xavier doesn’t know about Heath’s true identity just yet. Which has to be a good sign.

I lie in bed for hours, wondering whether I’ll be able to get away at all.

I’m developing feelings for my captor, and it’s getting harder and harder to think of running away at all.

But then I think of all the things I’ve lost because I am a Castellamare girl.

My parents.

My Nana.

I need to continue fighting the system, if not for my sake, then for my family’s. They would want me to be happy. They wouldn’t want me married to a monster. After all, my mother broke the rules too...

I lie in the bed, slowly coming to terms with Heath being the only person I have left in the world - besides Xavier, but I sure as fuck don’t want him in my life.

The cartel has taken everything away from me. But I will not let them keep me. I refuse to be tied to this world, this gory cruelty that uses violence as a way of solving things. I’m sick of blood, of gunshots, of crying over dead bodies. I’m sick of trying to find excuses for people who should’ve helped me. I hope they all burn in hell.

I focus on the image of the village where I once lived with Nana, and before then, my parents.

A tiny village in Sicily called Castellamare. I remember the feeling of the hot asphalt beneath my feet and the heat of the afternoon when the sun kissed my hair with its golden rays.

That’s where I want to go once I’m free.

Nobody will expect me back there, and I won’t tell anybody who I am.

I’ll just live my life like the nobody I’ve always wanted to be.

A girl with no ties, no obligations, and nothing hanging over her head.

A girl with her whole life in front of her.

Determined, I promise myself I’ll fulfill that dream.

Fuck Heath. He should’ve come to my aid long ago, but he didn’t bother - so why should I bother staying here?

My heart beats faster as I think about betraying him, the boy I once loved.

Can I even do it? Am I capable of breaking the undeniable bond between us?

I have to be.

For my parents and my Nana, for all the women like me who are unwilling brides to these men obsessed with hurting them.

I have to prove one of us was strong enough to get away, strong enough to start over. Maybe I can even help others escape.

With that dying thought on my mind, I let the sleep pull me under into a dreamless land where the darkness swallows me up whole.