Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Opening my eyes, I notice we’re at the Cathedral. The same one where I became his wife. He starts to take the stairs, and I look over his shoulder to see Ryat pull up into the dark parking lot and get out of an SUV I don’t recognize. He goes to the back and opens the hatch. He’s reaching into it when Tyson enters the building, and I can no longer see.
“What are we doing here?” I ask, my tongue as heavy as my eyes.
“We’re having a confessional,” Tyson answers, walking me down the aisle to the chancel. It feels like it’s been years since we were here saying our vows.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into it as well. I open my eyes moments later when he sits me down. I look around to see we’re in an office. I’m sitting on a leather couch, and he kneels in front of me. His hands on my shaking thighs.
“Why?” I wonder.
He stands, leans over, and gently kisses my lips. That’s as much of an answer as I’m going to get. I know my husband well enough by now to know when he’s going to keep secrets from me.
“We won’t be here long,” he assures me, pushing my tangled hair behind my ear. “And when we’re done, I promise to fuck you.”
I groan. “Please.”
He chuckles at how much he got me worked up. The door opens and Ryat enters. He tosses a cloak and a Lord’s mask on the couch beside me. “Our main attraction is in place,” he informs my husband.
Tyson nods and reaches into his back pocket, removing a pair of handcuffs, and Ryat hands him a roll of duct tape.
I swallow nervously, shifting on the couch. “Ty—”
“Stand up and put your hands behind your back, Lake,” he commands, interrupting me.
My wide eyes go to Ryat but all he does is turn and exit the room, closing the door behind him.
I know that Lords restrain their chosens when they perform their vow ceremony, but Tyson said we’re here for confessional. You don’t perform the ritual when you’re already a Lady.
“Lake.” He growls my name and I get to my shaky legs. Staring up at him as he cups my face. “I love you, remember that.”
My eyes widen at his words, my fear tripling at what the fuck is going on. But he lowers his lips to mine and kisses me. Hands fisted in my already tangled hair, he’s possessive, stealing what little breath I have left. My body softens, mouth opening and allowing him to deepen the kiss.
When he pulls away, he spins me around, yanks my hands behind my back and cuffs them together before I even have the chance to speak, still trying to catch my breath.
“Turn around,” he orders, and the moment I manage to face him once again, he’s placing a piece of duct tape over my lips. It’s wide and covers both my upper and lower lip along with my cheeks.
I whimper, my heavy eyes looking up into his while he rips off another piece. His bore into mine when he places that one on as well, placing it diagonally, overlaying parts of the first one. I don’t know why, but the act is more intimate than the kiss. Maybe it’s because I’m horny as fuck and want him to use me. He rips another one off and places it diagonal again, opposite of the last.
Stepping into me, he cups my cheeks and runs his thumbs along the tape, pressing them into my lips, making sure I can’t wiggle my mouth to get them off.
Once satisfied, he runs his knuckles down the side of my taped cheeks and over my neck. My pulse races, and he smiles, feeling it.
Removing his cell, he opens it up and I feel the collar unlock. He takes it from my neck, and I watch him pocket his cell. I feel naked with it gone. I’ve worn it for so long that it started to feel as natural as wearing my wedding ring. Now both are missing.
He then steps back, grabs the cloak, and places it over me before putting the mask over my face. “When I’m ready for you, Ryat will bring you out.” He helps me to sit back down on the couch and then he exits, leaving me alone, taped, cuffed and hidden from the world that thinks I’m dead.
The blood rushes in my ears, my heavy breathing fills the mask, and I jump to my feet to run to the Lords’ table, but the back of my cloak is grabbed, and I’m yanked onto my ass in the pew. “Stay the fuck seated,” Ryat growls in my ear.
Now I understand why my husband taped my mouth shut, and as much as I try to talk, it’s impossible. Every time I move my mouth, the tape pulls on my skin. He covered most of my face for a reason—to keep me silent.