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I get the whole watch me fuck what’s mine. But even then, I didn’t understand the concept of sharing. What’s the point of having something if everyone else gets it too?
I hate that he can read my face. That my mind screams so loud that he can hear it.
He picked me. I’m his wife. He’s my husband. A man like Tyson needs a woman. A slut. His own personal whore.
Lots of people have anal. It can’t be that bad.
“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.”
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.
There are two ways I can go about this. One is bloody, the other is not.
I’m going to tie her little lying ass to my bed, and I’m going to fuck her mouth and her ass. But not her cunt. I’ve got a plan for that, and she’s going to be very disappointed.
me. “I gave you an order, Lake,” he says calmly. “I expect it to be followed.”
“You may hate me for what I’m about to do to you, but I promise your body will enjoy it.”
I pull it along the bed and reach down below the headboard, slipping it through a rope cleat. I’ve got them placed all around this bedframe for this very reason. I can tie her up in so many different ways.
Pulling away, I see the hickey that I just left and smile. If she’s going to act like she’s single, then I’ll show the world she’s taken.
“Tell me, Lake.” I shove forward, knowing it’s pulling the ropes on her wrists. I want the rope burns to be reminders too. “Who do you belong to?” “Y-ou,” she cries out. “And who the fuck am I?” I growl, my hands fisting her hair tighter. “My husband,”
Her pretty eyes look up at me and through her long lashes, they’re swimming in tears. Frustrated and probably still mad. She’s going to hate me by the time I’m done with her.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the clip and place it over her nose so she can’t breathe through it. Her eyes widen. “However long you decide to wait is up to you,” I tell her. She shakes her head, her chest heaving, needing air. I actually start to get nervous when her eyes grow heavy, thinking she’d rather kill herself than open her damn mouth. But finally, her lips part, and she sucks in a deep breath.
“They call it the silencer,” I continue. “Because no matter how loud you scream, you won’t be heard.”
“How’s it feel to have all of your holes filled, little darling?”
Fuuuckkkk. I’m going to kill him if I survive this.
This is his way of marking me. Showing the world that I’m his whore. He might as well just write it on my forehead.
“I’m going to spend some time marking my territory, Lake.”
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn beautiful, Lake.” Tears run down both sides of her face, and I watch her throat work as she tries to swallow. “I’m a lucky man.”
“Look at me, little darling. I want your eyes on me when I fuck your ass for the first time.”
Fuck, I love that no one else has ever seen her like this. Fucked her like this. Even if it is a punishment, she’s all mine.
Pulling out, I push forward quickly, unable to go slow any longer. Burying my head into her slick neck, I suck on her soft skin as I fuck her ass like it isn’t her first time. She lies below me, tied, gagged, and already covered in my cum while I use her.
“That’s my girl. Such a good fucking whore, Mrs. Crawford.”
“You’ve got cum dripping out of your ass and your cunt, Lake. I knew you’d enjoy it.”
The fact that he just fucked my ass isn’t what upsets me. It’s just the fact that I feel overwhelmed. The truth is I loved it. I hated that I was sucking on the ball inside my mouth, loving how full it made me feel. Thankfully, he couldn’t hear me beg him for more. Or the way I lifted my ass the best I could so he could get deeper. Or that I loved that my hands were tied behind my back. A woman shouldn’t enjoy such things.
He told me I’d be sorry for letting another man touch me, but I’m not. Because it was a punishment and I enjoyed it.
My family was right—I’m a disappointment. A sick whore who enjoys whatever her hu...
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I cling to him, hating that the very man who forced me to marry him is the same man who makes me feel safe.
When you’ve been starving for affection all your life, you’ll accept the least amount of effort given and turn it into something it isn’t.
She’ll never understand why I married her, and I honestly don’t give a shit. I’ll do whatever I need to do to prove my point. Laikyn Grace Crawford is mine. And I’ll prove it to the fucking world. If I have to carve my name all over her flawless skin, I will.
won’t be ashamed or remorseful for what I did to her last night. It’s the first of many. I know she liked it and got off on it.
She falls onto the couch and winces. I refrain from smiling at her discomfort. That’s why I did it the way I did. To remind her that I was there last night, balls deep in her untouched ass.
“You ever had that kind of sex that just makes you do irrational shit?” I wonder.
It’s the fact that my wife will be handed to another Lord. That another man would get to touch what’s mine, fuck what’s mine, hurt what’s mine. That is something that I will not allow to happen.
I told her, If I even think you’re going to fuck another man, I’ll kill him. In front of you. It’ll be slow and painful. You will see his bloody corpse in your dreams for years to come. She might not have slept with him, but he would if given the chance. I’m about to prove to her that I’m a lot of things but a liar isn’t one of them.
My wife’s life was in danger, and she comes first.
“Just close your eyes. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” Her lashes flutter open, and she looks up at me, her pretty blue eyes look glossed over from the drugs. “Promise?” Her voice is soft, fading. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I promise.”
“Maybe I love my wife,” he offers. The guy barks out a laugh. “A Lord doesn’t love anything other than their brand.”
I’m her Lord. I’m supposed to take care of her. They promised us protection. They failed us.
She’s avoided me, and I’ve allowed it. Mainly because I felt bad. I’m a man, and I failed her. I might have forced her to marry me, but I’m still her husband. No man likes to fail. Especially me.
“What am I supposed to do, Tyson?” she demands. “Just sit up here and wait for you to speak to me? Huh? Only see you when you want to fuck me?” “No,” I growl. “Then what the fuck am I supposed to do with my life?” she shouts. “Stay alive,” I answer. “And you can’t do that if you’re out there getting stabbed.”
“This is what you want me to do, right? Wait here naked for you?” She arches a dark brow, and I fist my hands. “Why don’t you just tie me down and leave me here until you’re ready to use me.” “Laikyn,” I growl, irritated with her and myself. She thinks that way because that’s the way I’ve treated her.
“Drink or shot?” he questions. “Shots.” He raises a brow. “As in more than one?” I nod.
Whatever concern he felt toward the cute bartender, now gone. Because she reassured him that she belongs to him.
Men aren’t that complicated. I’d never had the chance to be with one before Tyson, but it’s not hard to see how easily they can be manipulated.
“Yes, sir.” Fuck me! I let out an audible growl at her answer. My cock instantly strains against the inside of my slacks.
I don’t know if I’m more pissed she’s been drinking, or that she’s been down in the club. I fired her because I didn’t want her down there. I want her safe upstairs in our bedroom.
“I’d feel better if you’d fuck me.” She leans in, kissing my lips once again. “Remind me I’m your whore, Tyson.”
