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I hate that she’s mad at me, but as long as she’s alive, that’s all that matters. And I’m prepared to fucking blow anyone away who threatens her life. Once everyone is eliminated, I will make sure she understands how much she means to me.
It is a pretty dress, and I’d hate to just burn it. Although setting it all on fire would make me happy.
It’s not revealing in the sense that her tits and ass are hanging out, but it shows every curve her body has to offer. My hands itch to run all over it.
Teach him to drug me again.
I’ll eat breakfast while he’s out. When he wakes up—who knows when that will be—I’ll play with him like a toy. We’ll see how much he likes being taken advantage of and humiliated.
I pray to God it holds him because if he gets loose, I’m fucked.
“Lake,” he growls, his eyes meeting mine. “Untie me right fucking now.” I tilt my head, my lips puckering in thought. “I don’t think so.”
I lower my face to his. “It sucks knowing that you’re helpless, doesn’t it?”
Tyson isn’t the kind of guy that you call baby or sweetie. No, you kneel and call him sir or god. Fuck, I’d call him daddy if that’s what he was into.
“Suck my dick, Lake,” he orders. “Swallow it. I want to hear you choke on it.”
I stand to my full height and look down at him. His heavy eyes start narrowing on mine when he realizes I won’t untie him. “Enjoy breakfast, baby.” I turn and exit the formal dining room laughing.
Holding her hair, I shove her face into my cum-covered chest, smearing it all over her. Then pull back on her hair. “That’s more like it.”
I slap her ass hard enough to leave an instant print. “My turn.”
I wish I could say I didn’t like what she did to me. I’m not a fan of not being in control, but my cock has a mind of its own, and when she dropped to her knees, I couldn’t stop how hard I got if I tried.
“I hear cum burns the eyes,” I say. “Let me help with that.”
“Do not bite through this candle, Lake. Or I will punish you.”
She’ll remember this lesson for days to come. I’m going to make sure she’s sore as fuck. Every muscle clenched and well aware of her punishment.
I hate that he tells me I’m pretty when I know I look the worst. It makes me feel special. Something that I know I’m not.
Men like Tyson Crawford need a sacrifice, and he’s made me realize that I’d willingly be that for him.
Goddamn, it’s unholy. But I’d gladly kneel for my Lord and let him use me however he wants.
I don’t try to fight him. No need to. I live for my Lord, and I trust him with my life.
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.
Men like Tyson don’t have competition. They eliminate anyone in their way.
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.
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.
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.
If loving someone means you’d burn the world to protect them, then I love her. It was never supposed to be this way. Me and her. But it doesn’t matter why or how we got here. Not anymore.
Showing her that no matter what happens from here on out, I will protect her. That means doing things that she won’t like. I’m not going to treat her any differently. To the world, she’s my whore. My useless fuck toy that I use however I want. And that’s exactly what I’m going to let them think. She doesn’t need to love me back. In fact, it’s better that she doesn’t.
Lots of people mistake lust and love. The difference is love demands a sacrifice.
I’d love nothing more than to tie her to our bed and play with my wife all day, but I have a job to do. Someone wants her dead, and I need to kill them before they can get to her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he barks. My teeth clench. “You expected me to trust you?” “More than him,”
“My father said you wanted me to fail.” “Why the fuck would I want you to fail?”
“Every Lady has to—” “You’re not every fucking Lady,” he shouts, interrupting me. “Why am I special?” I yank my hand from his and stand from the bed. “Huh? What have I done that warrants me a pass?”
She practically skips to my desk after looking around for who I can only guess is my wife. But she’s not here tonight. She’s at our home, in our bed asleep. I know this because I just checked the cameras in our room.
The thought makes me think of my wife and how I’d never let anyone watch me fuck her. I’ve always preferred an audience. And with Whitney, it was required of me. Make it public. But with Laikyn, I don’t want them to see what I do to her behind closed doors. The fact that no other man has ever been allowed to do what I do to her just makes me that much more protective of what’s mine.
Why is my wife still keeping secrets from me? I’m damn sure going to find out.
Soft light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving me a perfect view of my naked wife lying in our bed. She’s on her side, facing me. One hand underneath the pillow, the other stretched out to my spot. The covers shoved down to her lower back, showing me part of her chest. She looks so peaceful right now.
I thought about tying her down to the bed, gagged and blindfolded. Just to watch her squirm as she woke and realized she was at my mercy, but I decided against it. I like to watch my wife’s eyes go wide when I catch her in a lie. Or the sound of her breathing picking up when she realizes I know something that she hasn’t told me.
I’d much rather punish her after I get the information I want to hear.
“Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday when you told me about the phone?” “Because it didn’t matter,” she answers tightly. “Everything matters when it comes to you,”
I’ve never asked what they do for him, and after I watched them tie down Collin, I’m guessing it’s whatever the fuck my husband wants.
Tyson’s not the kind of guy who wants you to think he rules the world. No, he’s the type of man who doesn’t give a fuck who does. He’s not afraid to go toe-to-toe with anyone. And I’ll bet on him every time.
Bringing my car to an abrupt stop, my body jerks forward, and the tires squeal. I smell my brakes burning, or that could be the club on fire in front of me.
“Uncuff him right fucking now!” Ryat barks out, interrupting the cop. “He beat the fuck out of two of our officers. And then threatened to shoot another with his own gun.”
“Don’t fucking move, Tyson. Or it’ll be the last thing you do.” My teeth grind. I can’t save my wife if I’m dead.
They want me to think she’s inside burning. Don’t get me wrong, I was going in even if I wasn’t going to be coming back out. I’d risk my life to save my wife’s. Because there’s still a small voice in the back of my mind saying that she’s in there.
“Jesus, Tyson,” another one spits out, falling to his friend’s side. “What if he hadn’t been wearing his vest?” he barks, looking up at me. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
all I see is her begging me to find her. To help her. So I stay awake. Fueled by anger and desperation.
A desperate man is a dangerous one. I never understood why a man with nothing to lose is to be feared. Have you ever met a man with everything to lose? They are the ones to fear. They will do whatever it takes to make sure they keep what is theirs.
“Who and where did they take my wife?” I ask calmly, but inside I’m on fire. A burning sensation that I can’t put out. I hate feeling helpless, and I hate it even more that I have no clue what is happening to my little darling.
