End of Eternity 4 by Loretta Lost

Author:Loretta Lost
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: loss, family drama, psychological thriller, grieving, widow, romantic suspense series, trauma and abuse
Publisher: ThunderWords Press

Chapter Fifteen

Bradford West

I stare upon perfection. Carmen is sleeping peacefully on the bed in her wedding dress, and she looks like a delicate China doll. Her wrists are shackled since she refuses to behave, but that only adds to her beauty. There are also a few delightful blemishes on her porcelain skin, like the subtle red marking on her shoulder from where my gun was pressed against her. There are bruises on her arms from where I grabbed her, and a new welt on her cheek from where I punched her shortly after our wedding.

I feel a little guilty for besmirching her beauty, but the wounds will heal in time.

At least the scars give me confidence that she is really, truly mine.

I have branded her. Only I can put my hands on her now; in any way I choose. I can’t stop thinking about the fury on her face as she went to strike me with that candlestick. She looked like a true goddess of wrath and I found myself falling in love with her all over again.

Grayson never knew what he had. He only saw Carmen as a way to be close to Helen, the woman who resembled his first girlfriend so much in body and name. I could never understand his fascination with either of them but in any case, he’s gone now. The fool—how could he take his own life? It’s sad really, as I did care for him, but I don’t have time to waste on the dead. Not when I have this sublime specimen of the human race so close to me.

And she’s firmly tied to the bed. She’s not going anywhere. Not anytime soon.

There is a conflicting force within my mind. Part of me wants to touch her, and make sure she is real at all. The other wants my hand to stay and keep Carmen sanctified. I have already done enough damage with my temper and uncontrollable outbursts. Any more would be sacrilege. It would be like touching a painting hanging in a gallery. The toxic oil of the skin would damage the fragile paint and ruin the entire thing.

Carmen Winters is my Mona Lisa.

It’s a shame that it took so much coaxing for her to realize that she belonged to me, but finally, she is here with me now. They always say that nothing worth having is easy to obtain, and Carmen is proof of that. I gently reach out and brush the tips of my fingers against the skin of her arm. It’s soft and warm to the touch and I feel a shudder coursing through my body.

I just can’t help myself. I stand up from where I sit and lean down, breathing in her feminine scent. She begins to move in her sleep, and I hope that she will awaken. At the same time, she certainly is more cooperative while asleep. I wonder if I should get the chloroform to keep her that way; do I prefer her asleep or awake? I suppose if I had just wanted a doll, I could have taken her at any time.

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