Mrs.Drug Cartel

Chapter 42 what I did

' Live like you were dying. '

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[Chapter 42]

Lucien's POV

She loved me. She loved me enough to take a bullet that was meant to end my life. She loves me, enough to endure my father's torture and humiliation and still have to ability to look me in the eye,

I already knew she loved me. But being the sick fuck that I am I thought that if I lied to myself, telling myself she did betray me that it would hurt less and that it would be like she was just like any other person who had defied me.

I was wrong,

And knowing that I had blamed her for my dad's faults, knowing he tortured, assaulted and fucking blackmail her into doing it only made me feel worse. Knowing I was too wrapped up in my untrust and hate for my father that it blinded me completely.

I had the fun pointed at her and my hand was in the trigger, but as soon as her eyes looked up at me I knew she was innocent, pure. Knew that she loved me and that there was no way what I saw in that fucking video was real.

I don't think I'd have been able to kill her. After all the talk, not matter what this woman did, there was no way I could have pulled the fucking trigger.

But in my hesitation, in my distraction, someone else got the upper hand. Someone, a very soon to be dead someone, shot my wife while trying to shoot me,

Kiara's eyes flashes in my head and I set my head in my hands as I shook,  Kiara's eyes were so fucking beautiful and I never fucking told her that. She was so good, so fucking sexy, so fucking right for me. I am a selfish man, and so I claimed her. From the moment I saw the fight in her eyes at the auction, I made her mine with every intent to break her and make her submit to me.

But she never did, she was just as fucking strong and messed up as me. Just as possessive, just as dark as me. Just as dominant and just as fierce as me. Just as broken and just as selfish as me. Those moments when I would scream at her she didn't even flinch but either screamed right back or presented a better side of the argument. Kiara was like a fucking electrical wire that had fallen into a pool.

Kiara deserved so much better than me, deserved more than my darkness. My demons had begged me not to get close to her, but I couldn't help it. So I claimed her. 

I let myself run wild, and she let me. She would smile that smile that everyone loved and her laugh made me wanna throw her down and fuck her right there. Her angry face could scare anyone, even me.

She was the only person who I would bow to, the only person I loved.

Every fucking inch of her was mine. Every chance I got I would make her cry my name out in lust, as my hands claimed her sex just as much as my mouth did. I hate to admit it but she was my downfall, she was the crazy that powered me and the woman I needed.