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)
He removes the clip from my nose, and I suck in a deep breath just as his hand grips my throat. I can hear his heavy breathing in my ear. It makes my pussy tighten around him, and he growls, his hand tightening, taking what little air I had away. I don’t try to fight him. No need to. I live for my Lord, and I trust him with my life. “You feel so good, little darling.” Pulling his cock out, he shoves it forward, the table rattling from his force. Tears slip from my bottom lashes while I feel the drool run down my chin. “Goddamn, Lake.” He does it again, and my vision starts to blur from his hand around my throat.
He begins to fuck me hard, slamming my hips into the edge of the table while I start to feel light-headed. My skin tingles, every muscle pulled tight, and my mouth starts to go slack, the candle slipping from my lips.
Tyson’s voice is in my ear, but I can’t make out what he’s saying. The room is spinning, my eyes growing heavy. I’m floating, and heat rushes over me, making me shiver.
Just as my eyes fall closed, he lets go of my neck, and I’m soaring as the orgasm takes over me. I’ve never come so hard before. It’s euphoric. Dots dance in my vision, my body shakes uncontrollably, and I’m gasping when I come back to reality.
I don’t have the strength to open my eyes, but I feel the rope being removed and my husband lifting me off the table and into his arms. I lie in them, a smile on my face and wondering what I can do to be punished again. Because I’ve come to terms with being disobedient so he can remind me that he owns me.
We’re lying on our bed and he’s softly running his fingers along the red marks on my ass. “Where did you get the drugs?” he asks.
“They were the drugs you were going to use on me,” I answer honestly. Don’t want him mad at me for buying drugs. If he hadn’t had them, I wouldn’t have found them.
His hand pauses, and his eyes meet mine. “I was never going to drug you.”
“I found them in the bedroom.” His frown deepens. “Here in the spare room. They were in the bag from our honeymoon suite.”
He lies still as a statue, eyes on mine.
“What is it?” I ask, sitting up.
“Nothing,” he answers softly.
“Tyson?” I ask as he gets up off the bed.
“Lake, I never had drugs with me that day or since then.”
“The basement…”
“I have them in the basement in case I need to use them on someone, but I’ve never purchased any type of drug that I planned specifically to use on you,” he growls.
“So how did they get here?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he answers.
“Quit lying to me.”
“Lake—”
“God, do you think I’m this fucking stupid?” I get to my feet as well, ignoring the tightness in my muscles from what he did to me in the dining room. “Do you really think that I’ll believe everything you say?”
His jaw ticks, and he looks away from me. I slowly walk over to him and cup his face. “Tell me. I can handle it. Promise.”
His eyes search mine, and I hold my breath. “Luke.”
I frown. “What does he have to do with this?”
“He was there at the hotel earlier that day before the wedding. They must have belonged to him.”
My hand drops from his face, and I take a step back, my breath catching in my throat. “He was going to drug me?” I whisper. “How…” I swallow. “How do you know he was there?”
“I followed him,” he says truthfully. “Watched him for days leading up to the wedding. He was there that morning when he dropped off your bag that your mom had made for him.”
I go to open my mouth to ask if he killed Luke, but I decide not to. Of course, he did. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s long gone. Men like Tyson don’t have competition. They eliminate anyone in their way.
FORTY-SIX
TYSON
She stands before me naked, her beautiful body marked from my hand and belt. The cum is completely off her face from earlier. Fuck, she’s perfect.
I reach out and cup her face. Drugs. Luke was going to drug her. I’m not surprised. Lots of Lords give their chosens or Ladies drugs. Makes them easier to fuck. I’ve never been that guy. I’m not into fucking an unconscious woman.
I’ve wondered ever since she was stabbed if I did the right thing by making her marry me. As she stares up at me right now, I realize I did. She may never know why I married her. But I do.
But if there’s one thing I do know, it’s that your enemies will use what you love against you. And the gorgeous brunette who is staring up at me right now is the easiest target to get to me.