Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“If you truly believed that you wouldn’t be here right now,” I throw back at him.
“I told you. I was worried about you.” He keeps that fake smirk planted on his face. I’ve never in my life wanted to smack someone before. Right now I’d give anything to do it.
“I think you should worry about yourself. My husband-” I let out a gasp when Chad goes flying away from me. His body slams into the car next to mine before falling to the ground.
“Angel. Are you okay?” Lucas cups my face. His eyes are filled with worry but there is something else lurking behind them. Anger. He’s trying to hide it but I see it.
“I’m okay. He just scared me is all.” Lucas turns, I’m sure to go after Chad, but I grab him by the arm to stop him.
“I’ll have your job!” Chad sputters, rubbing the back of his head. It’s then I realize that Lucas threw Chad into his fancy sports car that is now rocking a giant dent in the side.
“Cameras,” I whisper under my breath. They are all over most of the parking lots. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that I would enjoy watching my husband nail Chad right in the face but where would that get us? Lucas would really be out of a job then.
“Stay down,” Lucas tells Chad, who is trying to get to his feet. Lucas takes a step toward him. Chad tries to back away but falls on his ass again with his head hitting the car. I have to fight not to laugh.
“Come on, Angel.” Lucas takes my hand, leading me over to his car, which is parked behind mine, the driver’s side still open. He pulls my door open for me to get in. Chad starts to shout again. Lucas shuts my door before turning toward Chad, who has finally made it to his feet. He stops talking as he puts his hands up and takes a step back. I know it has to be the look on Lucas’ face that has scared him quiet. He comes around the car, getting in and driving away.
“Lucas.” I say his name softly.
“Are you okay?” he asks me again.
“I’m fine,” I reassure him. How can I not be fine when Lucas is right here with me? He looks over at me.
“I need to fuck you.” I clench my thighs together, instantly getting turned on.
“Then drive faster.” I smile. Chad was right. Lucas is a different man when he is provoked. I rather enjoy both sides of my husband.
Chapter Seventeen
Lucas
“Take off your clothes,” I order.
“I’m too tired.” Angel throws herself down on the bed, flinging an arm over her head.
“Bullshit. I know your panties have been wet since we got into the car. I’m putting away my shoes and when I get back, you better be wearing nothing but your pretty smile.” I stomp over to the closet and start stripping.
There are no sounds of any kind of movement behind me. I guess someone needs a heavy hand tonight and that’s perfectly fine with me, because seeing Chad breathing the same air as Angel has my blood boiling.
When I leave the walk-in, my suspicions are confirmed. Angel hasn’t moved—not even a fucking inch. I reach back in and grab my belt. I’m going to lay a pretty stripe down her spectacular ass for this outright disobedience.
I fold the leather onto itself and then slap it against my hand. The sound makes her flinch, but she doesn’t reach even a finger to pull her clothes off.
I walk over to the bed and yank open the drawer. Some people keep guns by their nightstands, but I’m a doctor. We use knives.
Inside is a hunting knife with a very sharp blade. It takes one quick movement to flay open her sweater.
Her eyes fly open. “Did you just cut my sweater?”
I slide the knife underneath the waistband of her pants. “Be very careful and don’t move. I don’t want you to be nicked by the blade. You know it’s very sharp.”
She sucks in a breath—and I slice through the waistband as if it was butter.
“The pants have a zipper,” she says.
“And you have fingers but neither of them work.” I place a knee on the mattress next to her and pull the ruined pieces of clothing off. My hard cock bobs eagerly in the cool night air.
“Oh, look, he’s happy to see me,” Angel coos.
I knock her hand away. “Nope. You don’t get to touch.”
“Why not?” She pouts.
“Because you’ve been a bad girl and need to take your punishment first.” I pinch a bare nipple.
She squirms under my grip, squeezing her legs together as a jolt of excitement travels from that hard nub directly to her sex. I reach over her to set the blade back inside the drawer and feel a pair of soft hands grasp my dick. I shove the drawer shut and pull away. “I told you no touching.”