His Plump Mate (by Buchanan) novel Chapter 422

Chapter 422

Kaia POV

I feel bad leaving Isaiah chained up to the chair. I was mind linking Sinclair to go stealth mode. The only way I could get Isaiah to sit still was to sit on him. I hate that our first kiss was to trick him so I could restrain him.

I had silver at my house. I had them in different forms. But the easiest was the silver cutlery. I had it in a box. I figured I may need it later. When I saw Isaiah pushing for the plan, I knew I couldn’t let him get involved. If he is anything like Aiden, then he will want to kill my husband and that doesn’t help me. I want my husband destroyed completely. The only way to destroy a man like him is to destroy his pride and ego. Then he will regret everything and I will give him a giant middle finger when it dawns on him that his little wife, that he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with, is the one burned his world to the ground.

I hopped in my car and drove over to the house. I parked in front of the house and came in through the front door quietly. I grabbed my cell phone and hit record. All the while I hear his new flavor of the hour screaming at him to wreck her pussy.

Seriously? All the women he has fucked in the last twenty-four hours are vulgar as hell. Not to mention, being a wolf now, I smell everything. It’s gross as fuck.

“Yes, daddy! Fuck me harder!” She screamed out.

“That’s right, take it all in baby girl. Spread your legs wider.” He grunted. “Good girl. You like being daddy’s little slut?”

“Fuck yes, daddy!” she screamed.

Ugh! How gross. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I walked into the room, with the phone in hand. “Since when are you treating my home like your personal whore house, husband?”

The girl on the bed looks like a contorted pretzel and she is startled and screamed. I looked at her and said flatly, ” So you like fucking other women’s husbands?”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?” My husband snarled at me.

“What honey? You’re not happy to see me?” I asked as he is getting clothes on. Then I looked at the girl, “If you have any sense of self-preservation, you will grab that piece of cloth you call a dress and get the fuck out of my house…NOW!”

The girl quickly grabbed her dress and ran out of the room, embarrassed and I followed her to the foyer and saw her run out of the house. I took a deep breath, now for the show to begin.

I barely turned around when my husband grabbed me by the arms and slammed me into the wall. “You think your recording means anything?” He said, grabbing my phone and smashing it to the ground. There’s your fucking proof now bitch!”

“You are an asshole!” I screamed back. “I have never cheated and I tried having a relationship with you! Every time I attempted to get close to you, to know you, to have anything with you, you yelled at me, rejected me and pushed me away. Now you are fucking other women in my own house and have the nerve to yell at me!?”

“Why would I ever want someone as pathetic as you?! Yeah, I fucked that girl. You know something else? I have fucked hundreds of women. I won’t just fuck you!” He screamed back.

“Well, thank fuck! I don’t want you touching me with that infested dick anyway!” I bit back. Bitterness in my voice. “By the way, every last one of those women probably faked all of the orgasms you think you gave them!

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You’re fucking pathetic!”

That was the trigger that set him off. He punched me in the face. The pain across my cheek bone seared through me. Izo knew this was going to happen and started working on healing me.

“You even hit like a fucking girl!” I screamed, laughing as I taunted him.

That lit the fire under him that I needed. He unleashed on me. I’m trained to fight, just like Thalia and Sinclair. I know how to take a beating, but goodness, he has cement bricks for fucking fists.

I feel myself waning. It’s time to put in the distraction. Sinclair should be listening for the safe word. “You really are a gutless bastard!”

He growls loudly, then I see something. I didn’t expect to see it. My eyes widened. Shit. Before I could think any further, all the cabinets, doors and windows start opening and closing. A siren is going off in the house and it’s loud. My husband drops me and leaves in rage through the front door. The alarms continue going off and I’m slumped on the ground. My body is in pain. I’m pretty sure my ribs are broken and I’m badly bruised. Izo is doing what she can, but I really just need some ice and pain killers, oh…and a hospital.

I got what I needed though. Now the next steps will be easy. I feel myself getting weaker. I’m sure I lost some blood. I taste it in my mouth. That’s when the front door swings open and Sinclair and Isaiah are coming towards me. Isaiah looks murderous.

“WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!” He snarled.

“Don’t worry about him, Isaiah. I need a hospital first.” I said and then I looked at Sinclair, “Help me up?”

Sinclair was about to bend down but Isaiah was quicker. “You’re MY mate, Kaia. Why won’t you ask me for help?” He said and he carried me out the door and to my car. He put me in the passenger seat and buckled me in. Then he walked across and got in the driver’s side. “Sinclair, lead the way.” He said.

She nodded and got in the other car and started driving. I’m alone with Isaiah and he is fuming. “It had to be this way.’ I said.

“Don’t.” He said. “I am furious with you Kaia. I want to kill that bastard. I’m furious with Sinclair, too, for going along with this insane idea! When you are better…” He said and trailed off.

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