Blackmailing the Denton Girl – The Denton Family Legacy Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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She’d been terrified on their wedding night, especially when he had a knife and covered the sheet in his blood. She shook her head, trying to rid the memory from her mind. Her traitorous body was getting curious.

“Evening.”

As if her thoughts had made him appear by magic, he was suddenly there. She slammed the book closed and pressed her thighs together.

“Evening,” she said.

“It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” he asked.

She glanced toward the sky and nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“So, I was thinking you and I could perhaps go out to dinner tonight.”

“Dinner?”

“Yes. I bought you a dress. One of the women, Katherine, I think her name is, at that boutique you love, told me you were eyeing a special piece. I’ve put it in your bedroom.”

“And if I don’t want to go out to dinner?” Tamsin asked.

He shrugged. “You can still wear it indoors, but it won’t be quite as … classy.”

Tamsin got to her feet. “Yes, I’d love to go to dinner.” And she was a little excited to see her new dress.

Living as Tanya Davis, she didn’t have a lot of money to splurge on shopping or new clothes. What she had discovered, being married to Mason, is that she did love shopping. She didn’t exploit him or his money. When the opportunity arose to shop for clothes, she took it. She didn’t go crazy with it. There was no way she would ever be accused of being a gold-digger. She was quite happy to live within her means, and she had done so as well.

Making her way up to her room, she tossed the book onto the bed. She didn’t need to read about sexual attraction and cold, hard fucking.

No, being cold and lonely was a lot of fun.

She wrinkled her nose at her own thoughts, as none of them were particularly funny. None of what she was feeling or thinking was funny.

Staring at her reflection, she released a sigh.

She held up the dress, a gorgeous fuchsia, which happened to be one of her favorite colors. She loved the vibrancy of it. The straps were thin and yet thick enough to cover a bra. The neckline was quite low, and there was a split in the side of the dress. It was sexy and classy at the same time. She’d been admiring the dress for months.

Tamsin put the dress back on the bed and made her way to the shower. She didn’t take long washing her body. She wanted plenty of time to blow-dry her hair. With that done, she put the dress on and then covered her body with a towel as she got ready with her makeup. Another little element of her life she’d been able to delve into. Her mother hadn’t been great at teaching her all the womanly things, but online tutorials and spare time had given her something to do.

Preparing her face, she added a thin layer of foundation, a subtle eyeshadow in a nude, and then some mascara, eyeliner, and lipstick, as well as finishing spray to help it stay in place. Subtle, nothing too heavy. That is what she had come to love.

She left her hair down. It was getting long again, and the weight made it straight. When she had short hair, there was a tiny curl, but not anymore.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at her reflection. She tried to avoid this.

Pressing her lips together, she felt a sadness sweep over her. She quickly glanced down at her hands. The engagement ring and wedding band seemed so large on her finger suddenly. There had been a few times she had tried not to wear the damn thing, but each time she did, Mason was there, reminding her to put it on.

At the knock on her door, she got to her feet, and there was Mason, looking as yummy as ever in his tuxedo. The suit fit him like a second skin. She had no doubt it was made exactly for him. He filled it out perfectly, and there were no wrinkles or tight patches.

She couldn’t help but allow her mind to wander to the paragraphs in her book, talking about the main hero and how he wanted the heroine. How he craved and hungered for her. Tamsin couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like if Mason felt that way about her. Would it make their marriage easier? What would their marriage be like if they did have sex? If they enjoyed each other on a basic level?

This is why she shouldn’t read, especially when she was tired and hungry. It made her think crazy thoughts.

“You look stunning,” he said.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He held out his arm.

Most of the time, she ignored the offering of his arm. Today didn’t feel like the right day to do that. She forced a smile to her lips and slid her arm into his. There was nothing she wanted more than to link arms with him, as they made their way to the front door.


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