Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
How can evil look like this?
“I want… to keep… my bed,” I say, staring at him as my heart hammers in my ears.
He looks back, and for a second, I think he’s going to spank me again. Instead, he laughs and leans into me, pulling me against him as he wraps his arms tight around my body.
“You’re fucking crazy.”
“I mean it.” I lean into him, breathing his smell. My ghost. My nightmare. “Let me keep it.”
“We can make a deal. No bed, but you can have anything else you want.”
I pull back and stare at him. “How about you tell me what’s in that locked room?”
His expression darkens. He shakes his head. “Better if you don’t know.”
“Just tell me if it’s something bad.”
“Depends on how twisted you are.”
“Imagine I’m as twisted as you.”
He smirks and shakes his head. His thumb brushes my lips. “You’re not even close.”
“Just tell me.”
“No, feather.” He leans in and lightly kisses me. A tingle runs down my spine. I’m annoyed with him, but I’m also still buzzing from that incredible sex. “Take my deal.”
“Doesn’t seem that good for me.”
“Either that or I’ll throw away all your furniture and burn everything inside.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Want to find out?”
I push him back, glaring. “That’s not how a marriage is supposed to work.”
“You’re not married to a normal man.”
I grit my jaw, frustration getting the best of me, and finally nod once. “Fine. But you’re going to pay for this.”
“How’s that?”
“My new women’s shelter suddenly needs an even larger cash infusion,” I say very sweetly, smiling at him.
He frowns, head tilting to the side. “How much?”
“Seven figures should be fine.” I get on my toes and kiss him lightly. “Maybe eight.”
Chapter 24
Cormac
Idrive Bianca to work the next day, feeling strangely triumphant. She dropped the whole bed issue and slept with me last night, though she did turn her back the second the lights were out and pretended like I didn’t exist.
Still, small victories.
I park near her building. She looks a little annoyed when I get out of the car and follow her. “Aren’t you dropping me off?”
“Not today. I thought I’d check in and see how the business is going.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Is that something you’re going to do?”
“Only when you’re in the office.”
I can tell that annoys her. I secretly enjoy it, though. I don’t know why I want to piss my wife off, but it’s becoming like a game. I want to see how much I can make her feel. How frustrated I can make her. And when she’s finally ready to rip me to shreds, I want to tear into her sweet pussy and fill her to the brim.
I shouldn’t have let myself cross that line. Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I don’t know when I’m going to be able to stop needing more. Watching her walk into the lobby of her building in those heels and those tight pants makes my fucking dick harden, and it’s not like she’s even wearing something particularly sexy.
It’s just her. The way she walks. The way she talks and smells.
I was afraid that marrying her would ruin everything. She’s my feather and my saint. She’s the anchor keeping me from sinking into real darkness. I’ve been terrified that I’d somehow ruin everything.
Instead, the longer we’re together, the more I get to taste her, the more obsessed I’ve become.
It’s unhealthy. Honestly, it’s a little fucked. But no part of me wants to stop.
I follow her into her office. She does her best to ignore me as she sits down at her desk and pretends to log into her laptop. I watch her tap at her keyboard for a few minutes, totally engrossed in the way her lips move and her eyes narrow as she reads something, and finally, she looks over with an ugly glare.
“Aren’t you supposed to be checking in with Finn?”
“Oh, I never planned on that.”
“You said you were looking into the business. I’m not involved with that stuff.”
My eyebrows raise. “Aren’t you supposed to be, though?”
“My name’s on the paperwork. That’s the extent of it.” Her jaw works. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
I lean back in my chair and shrug, checking my nails and trying not to smile. “You’re the business.”
She groans and leans her head in her hands. “I hate you.”
“You definitely don’t.”
“Seriously, Cormac, you can’t just sit in here with me while I work. I need space.”
I shuffle my chair back and gesture. “Better?”
“You know what I mean.” She does not look amused. “Can’t you go into the conference room or something?”
“You won’t even know I’m here.” I go very still. I’m good at acting like I don’t exist. “Just do what you normally do.”
She rubs a knuckle against her forehead before throwing her hands in the air. “Fine, sit there, just don’t talk, okay? I have a bunch of emails to send. I’m looking for a director for the shelter.”