Sovereign (The Sovereign Mountain, #1)

by Raya Morris Edwards

“Mrs. Garrison, I could bend you over this desk and fuck you with your husband watching and he wouldn’t say a goddamn word.”

She’s got an hourglass figure with curvy hips and breasts. When she turns, I get a good look at her round ass, big enough I could get a handful and still have plenty leftover, and my mind goes into overdrive. Imagining what it would be like to sink my teeth into her bare ass hard enough to make her scream.

“I’m not paying you with sex,” she says. “It’s not like that,” I say. “I want you as my submissive.”

“I haven’t done anything for you yet,” I say. “But give me what I want and you’ll have plenty to thank me for.”

Tonight is the first night of the rest of my life with her. She doesn’t know it, but this is a consummation.

“Oh, God,” she whispers. “Sovereign,” I correct gently. “Say my name while you come on my cock.”

“Sign it, redbird,” he says quietly. “Sign it and let me give you everything.”

I hope that whatever part of hell he’s burning in, he knows I fucked his wife. I hope he knows I’m about to go home and edge her until she cries.

I’m not a sadist without pleasure. And how easily she comes for me is the best high I’ve ever felt. Her pleasure is like syrup and it flows without stopping some nights. I’ve never had much of a sweet tooth, but I find myself savoring her every night before I sleep. The pain balances it out. Like salt in caramel.

“I will fuck your dead husband’s name out of your mouth,” he says. “Then I’ll decide what I want in its place.”

I see how hungry she is to feel alive. To taste fear and pleasure at the same time. Her potential is limitless.

“Put my hat between your teeth, girl,” I order. “And crawl to me on your hands and knees.”

“It should have been me,” he says, jaw tight. “I should have been the one to fuck you first.”

I wonder what he does to unwind, and then realize that’s a stupid question. Me—he does me to unwind.

“Fuck me up, redbird. I’m already so fucked up for you there’s nothing you can do that’ll hurt me.”

“Fall for me, redbird,” I breathe. “I’ll catch you.”

This woman and I were made from the same kind of stardust.

“Choke your perfect throat. Fuck you until you pass out and fuck you to wake you back up. Find out how much fucking your mouth can take before you tap out. Paint your ass with bruises until you can’t sit on it.”

“You think I’m heartless,” he says quietly. “If I’m heartless, then why does the thought of losing you feel worse than death?”

“Tell me what you want,” I murmur. “I want you to love me,” she whispers. “Redbird,” I say. “There’s never been a question of that.”

let me love you, let me be your man, let me make you the mother of my children. Take my name and the land that I love.

His hands are bloody so mine can be clean. And that’s enough for me to choose him.

“I’ll hurt you, but only if I can put you back together,”