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)
She marches her ass over to my desk and slams her hands down on it. “Answer the fucking questions, Tyson!” she shouts.
I stand from my desk and open my drawer. I pull out the next size up butt plug and go to walk around it.
“You think I’m going to let you come near me with that?” She points at it and gives a rough laugh. “Fuck that. And fuck you.” She turns and starts to run out.
But I grab her upper arm, bringing her to a stop.
“Don’t touch me!”
I wrap my hand around her throat and pin her up against the wall, pushing my body into hers. “I’m going to fuck my wife’s ass tonight.” I put an emphasis on wife, reminding her that it’s her with a ring on her finger, not her sister. Her nostrils flare in understanding. “It’s up to you if it’s enjoyable or painful.”
Baring her straight white teeth at me, she growls, “Your cock isn’t that big, Tyson. I’ll take my chances.” Then she pushes on my chest.
I step back, letting go of her and allowing her to storm out as fast as she entered.
Laughing, I sit back in my seat and put the plug back into the drawer. I like this side of my wife. She deserves to have some backbone at some point in her life. Too bad she’ll learn that those times will have consequences.
What I don’t like is that someone is talking to her about me and Whitney. I pull up the cameras inside the club and rewind them until I see her standing at the end of the bar. She walks off to a table, and my hands instantly fist. Fucking Collin. Should have known. And he’s here tonight with all of his friends from Barrington. None of them are important Lords. They wear the crest on their chest, but it won’t get them far in life. They all have jobs that make them feel powerful but fail in comparison to high-ranking Lords.
He puts his arm around her, and I stand up. I’m about to go down there and kick his ass when she pushes him away. Her eyes dart around the room, expecting me to see it. If she wouldn’t have stormed her ass up here, I might not have.
Changing the cameras to current time, I watch her stand at their table, and he grabs her hand, pulling her down onto his lap. This time, she doesn’t fight him to get up. Instead, she pushes her hair off her shoulder so she can lean in and speak into his ear over the pounding music, and I see fucking red. Blood rushes in my ears, and I fist my hands.
There are two ways I can go about this. One is bloody, the other is not. I’ve always been the kind of guy to choose violence. But that was before I had a reason not to. For the first time in my life, I’m going to choose option two. Lake won’t like it, but punishments aren’t meant to be fun.
THIRTY-SIX
TYSON
Three years ago
“What do you want, Ty?” Whitney asks, entering my bedroom.
I close the door and turn to face her, leaning back against it. Her hands are on her hips, one pushed out, and she’s wearing a tight white minidress. She’s dressed this way on purpose. She’s ignored me for two days now since she slapped me and ran out of my room. She waited until after nine this evening to respond to one of my many messages. Which means she’s going out tonight with her friends and she wanted to make sure she dropped by on her way. A little “fuck you, Tyson” attitude.
“How do you feel?” My eyes drop to her flat stomach. She can’t be more than six weeks, if it’s mine, considering she’s only been my chosen for not even two months now. But the fact that all of my condoms had holes in them, I hate to say the odds aren’t in my favor.
“Fine.” She lowers her eyes to look at the floor.
“Going out tonight?” I ask.
“Bethany is having her birthday party.”
“Sure that’s a good idea?”
Her eyes narrow on mine. “I’m not going to be partying. Just going to see my friend.”
I walk over to her, placing my hands on her waist, and pull her body flush with mine. “I don’t think you should. It’s not safe for you or the baby.”
“Like you care.” She scoffs. “According to you, it’s not even yours.”
“It better be mine,” I growl, my hands tightening on her waist.
Her eyes light up with excitement at my possessiveness. Whitney is easy to read. She’s explosive with her emotions. If she doesn’t vocally tell you, her face will. She wraps her arms around my neck. “I promise it is.” Her lips are so close to mine but not touching.