Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Good, have them there on time. I will look to see if there are more suitable schools for them later today.”
Turning away from her, I sit down on the bed, reaching down to pull my dress socks onto my feet. The bed shifts as I feel her moving around.
She sits there quietly as I finish putting my shoes and socks on. “Start packing all of your belongings. I will have a moving company over here later this morning to help you pack it all up. I want you in our home today.”
Standing up, I look at her, she has that dumbfounded look again. “Your life is starting over, Lilith. It’s for the best if you accept it to ensure you and I are happy.”
“I can’t… this can’t be real… I swear I’m…” she mutters as she rubs her eyes.
Her breasts rise and fall with the movements of her arms.
“One other thing, don’t try going to the police,” I warn. “I own them. Don’t go to your friends or neighbors for help, I will kill them. If you try to escape me, you will regret it.”
Grabbing my phone, I place it in my pocket.
Walking around the bed, I grab her phone from her nightstand then lean over and kiss the top of her head. She has a furious look on her face as I chuckle.
“Be good. I will see you this evening.”
Walking out of the bedroom, I head down the stairs and out the front door. My driver is there waiting for me as I smile to myself.
Today should be interesting.
6
Lily
Your life is starting over, Lilith, is what Lucifer said before he left me.
But it doesn’t feel like my life is starting over. It feels like my life has been ripped away from me.
Today I was going to meet with a lawyer, I was going to work towards securing my freedom from Marshall. I had a damn plan.
Now I belong to a madman.
And he is mad, there’s no doubt about that. No sane person believes they can own another person, or believes they can get away with it.
How am I going to get us out of this? All kinds of possibilities run through my head as I rush through a much-needed shower.
Do I attempt to make it to the authorities? Will they be able to help me? He said he owns them. If I did contact law enforcement, I’d probably have to make contact with someone on a federal level. No doubt Lucifer has all the local law enforcement on his payroll.
And no doubt reaching out to the authorities would just draw his ire. What do I have to trade in exchange for protection?
Nothing. Nada. I don’t even have any useful information.
All I know is what I witnessed last night. All I know is that my husband owes him five million dollars.
Really, Lucifer hasn’t even done anything to me yet but make threats… It’s my word against his, and I know how those cases tend to go. It wouldn’t go in my favor.
He didn’t even have to coerce me into sleeping with him. I was so starved for touch, for affection, I pretty much threw myself at him, and that’s not going to help my case at all.
It just makes me look willing. God, I’m pathetic.
Scrubbing down my arms, I feel dirty and confused. And so fucking stupid.
How did I let that happen? Why did I let my body overrule my brain? I could have told him no. I could have demanded he stop. But I didn’t. I just wanted more.
Even now, in this shower, just the memory of what we did has my blood warming. The smell of him, the feel of him, draws me in. There’s something about him, something addictive, I can’t even explain it. I lost all sense of right or wrong. I just wanted him so bad.
I didn’t even ask him to use protection.
Shit. My hand rubs over my tummy. I haven’t been on birth control for months, there’s been no need for it. Marshall and I have had a dead bedroom for almost a year now.
It’s not likely, but I could be pregnant with Lucifer’s child now.
Oh god, oh god. Don’t go down that road. That road only leads to madness.
I shut off the water and dry myself off.
I’m not pregnant, no way. I take a deep, calming breath and then let it slowly out.
Be reasonable, Lily.
It always took Marshall and me a few weeks before his little swimmers took. I’ll just have to be sure I get away so this doesn’t happen again. We just need to go.
What if we just make a run for it? Disappear in the wind? That feels like the best option. Maybe if Lucifer can’t find us after a time he’ll just give up. It’s not like I’m worth much effort. He could go steal someone else’s wife, or hell, find his very own.