Tonight, Rexhard Black would learn what it felt like to be humiliated, to feel powerless and betrayed. He made me a joke on my wedding day by screwing my sister. Now, I would make him a cuckold on our wedding night.
I fastened it securely, letting the cool metal press against his skin. The faint clink echoed in the room,
"Stay quiet," I whispered, my voice dripping with expectations as I leaned in close, my breath brushing his ear. "You're here to teach someone a lesson, not to enjoy yourself."
The man, a delicate soft beauty, nodded, his blue eyes beaming with nervousness. I allowed myself a small smirk, trailing my fingers down the collar. This wasn't about desire or pleasure, it was hate.
I took his hand and led him toward the adjoining room. Rexhard was sprawled on the bed, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, looking like he was ready to devour me. His dark eyes gleamed with arrogance, a predator awaiting his prey.
When I entered, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor, he looked up, his gaze immediately locking onto me. And then he saw him.
The shift in his expression was delicious. Arrogance turned to confusion, then to fury, and finally, to a brittle mask of indifference. "Samantha," he drawled, though his voice was taut, "what's this?"
I smiled, a serene, wicked smile. "Oh, just a little surprise for my husband. I thought you liked to share your affections. Isn't that why you brought my sister into our marriage bed before we even said 'I do'?"
Rexhard's jaw clenched, and to my sadistic joy, he was at loss for words, stepping closer to him, the man following behind me like a shadow. "You've always been so generous, Rexhard," I said, my tone mocking. "So I thought, why not return the favor? After all, marriage is about sharing, isn't it?"
His eyes darkened, his fists curling at his sides. "You think this will humiliate me?" he spat.
I leaned in, close enough to see the flicker of hate in his eyes "Oh, Rexhard," I murmured, "I don't think, I know."
In my one-piece outfit and stilettos, I walked over and shut the door with a key. I could feel Rexhard's stare boring into my back, not with concern about being locked in, but entirely focused on the perfect shape of my ass as I moved. For some reason, I felt his gaze shift away, but I didn't bother to look.
Instead, I walked back over to the pretty boy I had pushed onto a couch earlier. Standing in front of him, I raised my hands to my long black hair, preparing to straddle him right in front of Rexhard.
Suddenly, I felt his strong arms wrap around me, lifting me effortlessly. My legs flailed like a child's as he threw me onto the huge couch, Before doing so, he shot the pretty boy a death stare, one that immediately sent the message. The boy got the hint and turned away speedily.
Rexhard pinned me between his body and the cushion. My eyes stormed with fury, but he wasn't fazed.
"Samantha," he drawled, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine as his hand snaked up to my neck. Pressing down lightly, he whispered into my ear, "Were you about to give my body to that stupid little boy?"
He didn't wait for an answer, Rexhard didn't care about my response. He wanted his orders followed and mine disregarded. But I wasn't having it.
Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, I tugged at it, pulling his face closer as I stared into his eyes. "The last time I checked, it was you feeding my body to harlots. You didn't see me sulking like a baby, did you?" I smirked, trailing my lips up to his chin.
His hands rubbed firmly over my thighs as he replied, "So, what would you call the stunt you pulled today? Showing off my body to another man and almost straddling him? I'll make sure he doesn't leave this place with his eyes," he said dangerously.
"You'll do no such thing, Rexhard," I said sharply, deliberately letting a false sense of concern marr my features. He looked startled, if only for a moment. Seizing the opportunity, I elbowed his nose, catching him off guard. Leaping off the bed, I dashed to the door.
Behind me, I heard him groan, the sound mingling with the faint trickle of blood from his nose. He touched his thumb to the blood, wiping it away and licking it clean off his fingers. His dangerous smirk grew, making him look both terrifying and irresistibly handsome.
"You wouldn't want me catching you, Samantha," he called out, his voice low and laced with menace. "I'll make you regret it."
With a final lick of his lips, he turned toward the boy and grinned fiendishly. "Looks like you've been abandoned by Sam. She does that a lot," he said, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. "Now, I'll have fun playing with you."
He dragged a chair across the room, holding a blindfold in his hands. Grabbing the boy, who was trembling with fear, he forced him into the chair and tied the blindfold tightly over his eyes.
"So," Rexhard began, his tone deceptively calm, "did you enjoy staring at my woman's ass? Letting her hands touch you?"
The boy stammered incoherently, but Rexhard's dangerous glare demanded answers.
"Answer me truthfully," Rexhard ordered. "My woman's hot, isn't she?"
"Yes… yes, she's beautiful," the boy whispered, his voice quivering.
"Did you see the black piece she was wearing?"
"No! No, sir, I didn't!"
"Oh, so I'm blind now?" Rexhard mocked, leaning over the boy menacingly.
"I.. I saw it! I saw it!" the boy cried out in panic.
Rexhard's anger intensified, his expression darkening further. Everyone knew that nothing pleased Rexhard black, his woman's black outfit even without being touched but seen, or even looked at by another man did little to stop his raging anger.
"You had the guts to stare at Sam. Tell me, why shouldn't I gouge your eyes out?" he hissed.
Raw, unbridled fear filled the room as tears spilled from the boy's eyes. If he could go back to the past, he would warn himself never to accept such a dangerous death wish.
"I'll kill you, twerp," Rexhard growled, storming toward the door. But as he tried to open it, he realized it was locked from the outside. Samantha had trapped him inside, her way of silently saying: If you kill him, you'll remain in here with his corpse.
Rexhard chuckled darkly. "Nicely played, Samantha," he muttered. His smirk widened, revealing a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Makes me want to kill him even more."