I hope Marissa finally finds peace.
"Kade..." I mutter, my eyes finding his. "Do you remember what you told me right before Parker fell?"
"Of course," he mutters against my hair. "I told you I loved you..."
"And do you?" I'm desperate for his answer, and he smiles, pushing the hair off my face.
"What do you think, Junebug?" he asks. "Of course I love you... It's always been you and always will be you. I’ve loved you from the day I met you. And I was never, ever going to let Parker have you."
Gratefully, I lean into his arms and whisper that I love him too.
The island has changed me forever. It's the home of my nightmares, the place where they all came true, but also the place where they all ended for good.
And right there, in the hospital room, I feel the darkness retreat.
It snarls and writhes as it leaks away, and the sun shines into the room with full force until not even a single shadow is left. And I know the darkness may have claimed Parker… But Kade and I escaped it.
39
Kade
3 months later
The night is dark and ominous. My wife sleeps peacefully in our bed, not anticipating what I'm about to do to her. With Theo safe with our nanny Dierdre, I have all night to do whatever the fuck I want to June.
A sinister smile pulls at the corners of my lips. I've been waiting to do this for so long. June begged and begged me for it, but I kept telling her no, thinking she wasn't ready. But it's been three months since everything went down in Hawaii. I think she's ready. I know I am.
I leave our bed at two a.m., and June doesn't stir. Once I come back half an hour later, I quietly lock the door behind me, making sure we won't be disturbed. I let my bag down on the floor and approach my wife, still sleeping soundly.
The moonlight is streaming through the windows, illuminating her pale body and making my mouth water. I want her more than ever tonight... The night all her nightmares come true.
Before I can change my mind, I clamp my hand over her mouth. Her eyes fly open, filling with instant terror when she sees the black mask on my face. She fights, but I restrain her. Understanding flashes in her eyes, and she stays still for a second. I press my free hand to her chest, feeling the rapid beat of her heart. She's so beautiful when she's this scared. It makes my cock rock hard to see her like this.
"Are you ready, Junebug?" I ask her, and she can only nod around the hand I've still got over her mouth. "Then get the fuck up."
I pull my hand back and watch her pick herself up from the bed. She's wearing nothing but a pink silk camisole, the fabric glistening in the night like liquid. I pull a knife out, and my wife's eyes glitter with anticipation as I destroy the nightie, letting it fall in tatters to her feet. Her frightened eyes meet mine, and I smirk at her.
"You scared?" She merely nods. "You better fucking be." My hand finds its way between her legs, cupping her hungry little cunt.
"Please," she whispers. "Don't hurt me."
I laugh out loud. "Little too late for that, don't you think? You told me you wanted this. Now you'll just have to fucking suffer through it."
I raise the knife to her throat, the steel glinting in the moonlight. We're sick for doing this, but I don't give a fuck because my cock is harder than ever, begging for attention as it strains against the fabric of my jeans.
"You want to be hurt, don't you?" I ask June softly. The knife is so close to her skin I could easily nick her. But I'm careful. I don't want to leave permanent marks. I just want to scare her. I feed off her fear. Off the pure, unfiltered lust that mixes with it in her pretty eyes. "Tell me you want me to hurt you."
"Hurt me," she breathes, and my cock jumps to attention.
"With the knife?" I ask.
"With your cock."
Fuck, she's perfect. The knife presses against her skin. I've got the tip right at the hollow of her throat, and I'm watching her swallow, knowing I could pierce her skin with one wrong fucking move. The thought turns me on.
"Kneel," I order, and she obeys. I hold my knife in front of her taunting her with it as I undo my jeans and pull out my cock. June's eyes widen at the sight of it, drinking me in, looking up at me with pleading eyes. She wants it in her pretty mouth... But I want to taunt her even more. I press the tip of her lips and raise the knife when she tries to suck it in. "Not yet. Watch it. Look at it. Tell me how desperate you are for it."