West Bound (The Quiet Horsemen, #3)

by Maggie Rawdon

knocking my glasses askew,

I’m tall, five eleven to be exact,

I want to break every finger he’s touched her with slowly and methodically.

“In my head, you’re always doing it for me, sweetheart. If I thought it was another man, I’d kill him and make sure it was. Hypothetically speaking.”

“Would you talk to me like that? I want to know what it’s like for a man to talk to me like that. For you to talk to me like that.”

“Drop the gun,”

“Or I will happily use you to test the theory.” Fuck, I like this woman.

my main focus is making him realize how badly he fucked up with you. Making him pay for anything and everything he ever did to you.”

It'd fucking kill me to have a wife like you and have you hate my guts. I’d probably fucking hang myself.

Levi pulls the device away from him, leaving the band in place,

“And that right there lets you castrate a bull.

he slices through the skin below the band, and there’s a plopping sound that echoes through the room.

“A man who doesn’t have the balls to protect his wife doesn’t deserve to keep either.”

“Pull his balls out of the fire and put them in a box. Send them to his father-in-law

He slips the aspergillum under my towel and between my thighs,

“What’s that?”

“Anointing oil.”