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“Because it’s dark…” A few days ago she would have said day because it would bring her hope. But Elliot was night. He was her darkness. The things he did to her… there was nothing innocent or sunshiny about them.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“Favorite way I make you come. With my cock in your pussy or your clit in my mouth?”
She gasped. Her eyes widened. Her lips quivered. Elliot lifted a little away from her and brushed his thumb over her trembling lips.
“Answer.”
“I can’t choose,” she said softly, lowering her gaze. He stared into her eyes. His thumb dipped between the seam of her mouth. She unconsciously swiped her tongue over him.
Elliot growled softly at her then sucked the place on his thumb she had wet with her tongue. Her pussy pulsed. Her nipples shot through the fabric of the dress.
He took her hand and led her up to the entrance of Parker and Everleigh’s house.
The nervousness riddling Vivian did not dissipate one bit. She fought to keep her mission in sight which was to enlist the help of Everleigh and Arabelle to escape Elliot and their marriage. They would understand the sacrifice she was making. They would help her.
But she couldn’t remain detached from the happiness going on around her thanks to the two women who knew exactly how to handle their husbands.
They laughed, teased and joked and most times were either growled at or grabbed in for what looked like deliciously punishing kisses.
Throughout the whole night, Elliot hadn’t taken his eyes off her. Her panties were so wet, that she’d had to escape to the bathroom to freshen up multiple times.
Dinner was superb. Dessert was indescribable. Everleigh had outdone herself.
They were seated in a cozy lounge area, sipping drinks. The men had drifted off into conversations about work and she enjoyed listening to Everleigh and Arabelle complain good-naturedly about their lives. She knew at some point she was going to have to get them into the kitchen area and tell them her story.
She glanced at Elliot and saw him remove his cell phone from his pocket. She felt the tension ripple through him as he read a message, as if it were her own.
“What’s wrong?” Arabelle asked, sensing the same thing from the men who now had taken turns to look at Elliot’s phone.
Elliot, his demeanor cold, turned on a TV screen mounted to the wall.
Vivian rose from the sofa then nearly collapsed backward.
She couldn’t believe her eyes. Instinctively she gripped her locket around her neck as she stepped closer to the TV and tilted her head up.
But it was the sharp piercing nature of Elliot’s stare that drew her attention to him.
She whipped her head away and looked at the screen.
She now stared at Tobias Ariti’s face.
They all stared at the medium-built man, with his long hair slicked back now.
“Here we are,” he began and it became evident it was a live feed.
“You Knight brothers think you won, huh?” His Greek accent was a little slurred which meant he was inebriated.
“Ah fuckers,” he laughed. “I wish my father was alive to see this. The mighty fucking Knight brothers, the arrogant bastards who think they rule the world? You killed my brothers you fuckers now watch me as I burn up your lives.
“Especially, you Elliot Knight,” he pointed to the camera. “What is it you Americans say? Jokes on you? Huh? Well jokes on you, Elliot Fucking Knight. You think you were so fucking cool when you stole my bide, huh?” He sniffed loudly then rubbed his nose and shook his head.
“You think you were so very clever. You steal my bride, I don’t get the Antonelli manpower. You think you have finished me?” He laughed again.
“You have not finished Tobias Ariti Kamaras, cousin. I will finish you. Let me tell you a story about my bride.”
Vivian’s knees weakened. She was going to throw up. No. The room started to spin. She was going to pass out. Tobias had found out the truth. Elliot was going to kill her for making a fool of him.
