"My beautiful wife, take your seat," Grey's voice was like a spell, threatening to unravel my senses, my ego, and everything I held true.
My legs trembled as I made my way through the burly men, all pale skin and tattoos, but my eyes were for him.
"Not there," he playfully interjected, preventing me from taking a nearby seat. I stood puzzled since there was no other vacant seat left.
"You sit where you belong," with a firm grip, he pulled me towards him, settling me onto his lap.
My eyes widened as I felt his fingers brush against my thigh, his nose nuzzling into my hair, momentarily closing his eyes, while our bodies rocked against each other.
My body ignited, consumed by flames. Heat surged through me, my core throbbing with desire as I felt his movement, his unmistakable bulge pressing against my thigh.
Before I could react, I sensed his smirk. "Little wife wants me dead."
My blood turned to ice as I felt his fingers trace the outline of the pocket knife. I closed my eyes, clutching onto it desperately, but it was futile. He took it.
With painful slowness, he withdrew the knife from my pocket, tracing it down my chin. I shut my eyes, bracing for the worst.
"Do you see him?" He pressed the sharp tip of the knife against my throat, directing my gaze to a man seated across from us.
"Stab him," he said eagerly, as he continued to toy with the knife against my neck.
"Or I fuck you in front of everyone "
★18+ content.
★Highly mature.
★ Slow-burn.
★ Mentions of abuse, graphic violence and traumas.
★ Extremely grey ML.
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