Before Gideon came back from fetching a book from the library, I must hide it.
In my haste, my skirt caught on the heavy leg of his desk and I yanked it away, only for a little drawer to pop open.
I almost shut it quickly with my foot, but something made me stop.
A little flash of something familiar. . . the name ofTheGables.
Unbearable curiosity seized me, and I pulled out a document that showed a certain amount of money for the sale of my beloved childhood home.
But all this money had gone toGideon.
There was a noise in the doorway and I whirled around to see my husband there. In the darkness, the harsh lines in his face looked carved by a knife, the wooden floor ominously creaking as he advanced on me.
"Snooping in my things, Deliverance?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"You—you have the money from the sale of The Gables," I gasped, astounded.
"Of course," he said. “All that was left after covering your father’s debts. As your husband, that money comes to me to decide on its best use.”
His shadow fell over me—dark, covering me completely, sending shivers all along my chilled skin.
“But I was told there were so many debts that there would be nothing left over! With that amount, I could have stayed at the Gables. . . settled his debts with honor and kept the house in the family.”
“What there was left over has gone to the upkeep and improvement of Grayspires,” Gideon said, in a tone that meant he considered that the final word on the matter.
But it wasn’t over.
"Hang Grayspires!” I hissed at him. “I don’t give a fig for this horrible house!”
A terrible anger crossed his face and, with one violent motion, Gideon threw the letters into the fire. The crackling flames across his square jawline made him look even more demonic.
“And where is the letter I sent to Mr. Finch?”
“Letters?” Gideon snarled. “You have no need of letters.Iam your world, Deliverance. There is no help coming to you from any quarter.”
My husband’s fingers closed around my wrist, dwarfing mine completely.
"On your knees. Then ask questions the way a wife should, with your mouth around my prick."
Reluctantly, I fell to my knees, the rage still boiling inside me.
I could use this opportunity to distract him so he would not search me for the compass, but it infuriated me to service this man.
My palms were slick as I pushed the compass up one of my sleeves. I would have to be very careful or it would fall out.
He had already taken out his prick and was slapping my cheek with it.
“Now get going.”
Obediently, I circled my husband's cock with my tongue, eliciting a low groan from him.
"For such a little mouse, you do have a clever mouth."
Emboldened, I repeated the motion several times, then attempted to to take him deeper. It felt awkward to me as I struggled to take his size, but Gideon made such loud groans and moans, his hand even landing heavily on my head, stroking my hair in a strange parody of tenderness, that I shuddered.
Once, just once, I bared my teeth, but the firm grip on my jaw meant I didn’t even have freedom to do that.
“My prick goes where I want and right now I will allow you to make up for your disrespect of Grayspires by working it out on my cock.”
