Chapter 119. Wife Of the Devil

“You did not expect me to go downstairs bearing all the evidence of your depravity, did you?” I spun around, twisting my lips in disgust.

That did it. Dean went livid and logic flew out the window.

“YOU. ARE. MY. WIFE,” he clutched my arms, shaking me and screaming in my face. “I can do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

“Your false sense of authority is amusing.” I raised my head in defiance, clutching the not-a-lipstick in my fist.

“And your false sense of importance is exhausting.” He shot back. “Depravity? What did Norio do to you last night that wasn’t one of your sick fantasies, you whore.”

“You married a whore?” I chuckled darkly in his face. “You have no shame, you cuckold bastard.”

His eyes flashed red, and his grip around my arms turned crushing. He opened his mouth to yell something, and snapped it shut again.

Suddenly he was smiling, and that made my belly knot in fear. An amused Dean was pure evil.

“And you wonder why I enjoyed