7| HER MONSTER

LILIYA

Dice tilted his head to whisper against my ear in that smooth British accent, "Bold of you to think I would be repeating the mistake I made that night. If I want to fuck a woman, I'd get one."

Gasping, I took some steps back and hot tears pricked the back of my eyes. He stared back at me with those blank eyes as I struggled to get a grip of myself.

"You'd rather pay to fuck a woman than your wife?" I asked him sourly.

"I'd pay anything they asked, if it meant that I won't lay my hands on you." He responded matter-of-factly.

"I hate you, God, I don't know what you've turned into and I hate this new you so much." I spat out, my entire body shaking with anger. He smirked, because he never smiled; the sadist.

"Feeling is mutual, princess."

I asked then, "Then why did you get married to me? You should've married one of those women."

"Those women do not deserve a man like me, princess. You, on the other hand..." He trailed off, knowing that I'd gotten the point.

"Why? Why do I dese