Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 483(@300wpm)
“Good. I expect you to treat me with respect when we’re out in public, which means don’t argue with me. You want to argue, do it here or when we’re in the truck together. I’ll listen to you. You don’t give me respect, especially around the brothers, there’s going to be hell to pay. You got that?”
“Yes. I expect the same.”
“You’ll get it.”
She tilted her head to one side and studied him. “I know what I wanted out of this, but you said you didn’t care about the money. You told your man to do some kind of prenup so you wouldn’t get it. I’m going to get my own lawyer and do a workaround so you get the money anyway. I’m not taking any chances that Walker Thompson finds a way to get his hands on it. But why would you tie yourself to me? Did your club president force you to in order to find that Russian woman? Am I part of some deal you’re going to make for her?”
He could see real fear in her eyes. He hadn’t expected her to think that, but it made sense. She couldn’t understand why they’d bothered to rescue her. She was trying to reason it all out.
“First, as my wife, no one is going to take you away from me. Not ever. There will be no using you as bait or exchanging you in a deal. And second, no one can ever force me to do anything I don’t want to do, Ambrielle. I had enough of that done to me when I was young. I swore never again.”
“But you went to prison.”
“That was always my choice. I went there to get a job done, always knowing it was for a set time. Then I was out again.”
She propped her head up on the heel of her hand. Her eyes had gone nearly violet as her gaze drifted over his face. “Could any of the others have been put on that license, or just you?”
He shrugged his shoulders, hesitant to tell her. He didn’t want her to look at Keys, not even for a moment. Keys was a brother, but Ambrielle was his wife now. No one touched her. No one flirted with her. She was off-limits.
“Not just any of them. Keys volunteered to have his name put on it, but I said no.”
“Why?”
He sighed, but he wasn’t going to lie to her. They weren’t going to start out that way, not after his big fuckin’ speech. “Because that asshole Thompson wasn’t going to lay a finger on you. I knew I could stop him.”
“Why would you marry me, Master?” Ambrie persisted, her voice soft.
“Because I wanted you to belong to me. And you do. You’re mine. Your body and soul belong to me. Now I just need to win your heart. That’s going to be a little more difficult. I’ve never managed to win anyone’s heart. Not ever. I’ve got a big fuckin’ challenge in front of me.” He gave her that same faint smile that never reached his eyes because smiles in his world weren’t ever real.
Ambrielle’s small white teeth bit down on the side of her lower lip and chewed at the mark he’d put there. The tip of her tongue touched it as if soothing the bite. “You really married me because you wanted me? Why?”
He let out his breath. For the first time he wanted to laugh. Really laugh. “Look at you, woman. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts. And you’re pure class. The way you move, the way you talk. You look like something out of a magazine. You’re smart. You can actually think for yourself, and you’re not afraid to look me in the eye when you’re pissed at me. I could go on, but it doesn’t matter. A man like me doesn’t stand a chance with a woman like you. I approach you in a bar and ask to buy you a drink, you’d tell me to fuck off.”
Those strangely colored eyes drifted over his face and then down his bare chest. She shook her head slowly. “You’re the first man in my entire life I’ve ever been physically attracted to.” Her smile curved her full lips, drawing attention to the mark he’d put on her. His mark. “I saw you and the chemistry was off the charts, even when I knew I was going to have to kill you. It was such a shame. Then you kissed me, and you melted my panties off. I would have taken the drink in the bar. I probably would have gone home with you if we made it that far. That’s how classy I am.”
She could make his cock hard just talking about her panties melting off. Shit. He was acting like a teenager without the least bit of control. His jeans weren’t even halfway buttoned and already the material was too damned tight. You’d think he hadn’t seen any action in years.