Hateful obsession

Chapter 11

                                       Charlotte
                      "Yeah, I am crazy and what?"

Choice. Everything is based on fucking choices. Good or bad. Strong or weak. Normal or crazy? Only the idiot who came up with this didn't even realize that people are designed to be both. It's possible.

Doing weird things is in my genes. I can want to kill my husband as much as I want to protect him. It's not my brother who pulls the trigger. If anyone ever does it, it'll be me. I have the biggest reason in my soul to do it that eats me up and destroys me. Inside and out.

But I can't feel like that at this moment when our bodies are pressed so close to each other. And if you remember that I'm in just a towel, you can say that the previous Mafia Dons and owners of this mansion are turning over in their graves.

If anyone were to watch this scene from the outside, they would think it was the epitome of madness. The Russian is in their house and practically fucking his wife with his body language.

An alien entity has been taking over my consciousness since I was ambushed at the door because of my words. I can't stop thinking about why I said it. "Pay with your body." That's what my idiotic mouth decided to say. From a gun to this? I'm done.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins with a sickening force until I was almost sick of it. If this is the madness of my brain, then the one whose name I still bear is at the pinnacle of madness. Our madness.

He didn't let me threaten him so many times over the last few days to give me a chance, no. He did it because he probably likes to see me struggling. Choking. Losing myself in my thoughts and doing something he can use to his advantage. And so I did it. Now.

Practically gave him the green light to use me right there next to the damn door. Is his heart pounding as wildly as mine? Is the blood rushing through his veins with unstoppable force? And his muscles as stiff as if they were held in place by a thousand and one needles? But alas, he remained silent and stared blankly at me. For now.

If I were to reach into my chest, the only thing I could feel was the remains of my exploded heart and the destruction of my fading morality that never existed.

But shame is the last emotion I can feel as I continue to stand so close to him. Fallen branches and bushes scratch my legs and arms, but I push them out of the way.

My lungs are burning, from such sharp inhalations and exhalations, and the worst thing is that Cade hasn't even started doing anything. I could run away, but that means I'll run away. Hide. That means my bare feet will be chained to this place until the very end.

"So, pay with my body." Goosebumps ran across my skin from his grin. "You realize you've crossed the line, krasavica?"
"There is no line between us anymore." I forced my voice not to shake. "I am not your wife anymore." I'm done again.

He cursed to confirm my thoughts and the last thing I saw was that dangerous dark look in his eyes before Cade grabbed me roughly by the elbow. I growl as he successfully tackles me to the hard floor. I try to fall to my hands and knees but at the last second I don't have time to unclench his fingers and end up on my stomach.

The hard surface smashes my chest and ribs, a dull blow, giving pain everywhere and knocking the breath out of my lungs, and the gun flies off to the side with a thud. I was still trying to arch, to turn over and somehow hit him in the balls with my knee. Preferably hard.

I've been fighting for control so hard that I forget that this scene is my doing but every part of me believes in the survival instinct as it can happen to anyone. And it always happens if your opponent uses wild force to grab you. Even if you like it and want it. It's not comforting.