Page 71 of LA King

“Yeah.” Jax nods solemnly. “You think Alana knew about any of this?”

I shake my head. “No way. She volunteers forty hours a week at a shelter for abused women and kids. I can’t believe that she would be involved in anything like that.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You’ve married into one fucked-up family, amigo, and that’s saying something.”

“At least my family’s open about what we are. Carmichael pretends he’s some sort of fucking saint. And worst of all, Alana believes it. It drives me fucking crazy how loyal she is to that son of a bitch.”

“She’ll see through him one day, amigo.”

“I fucking hope so. I won’t have my children anywhere near that sick fuck.”

By the time I get home a few hours after my meeting with Jax, I’m still raging, and if I can’t take my frustration out on the Carmichael who deserves my wrath, then his daughter will have to do. Besides, she can soothe my anger way more effectively than anything else I can think of.

I storm through the house and find her in her usual spot, reading in the den. She’s such a bookworm. Reading is her favorite way to unwind, but it most definitely isn’t mine.

She looks up, all huge brown eyes and innocence.

Does she really have no idea what a monster her father is? Or is she covering for him? Does she know all about poor Bethany Cooper and the fact that her father raped and murdered her?

No. Not a fucking chance my sweet wife would cover that up, not even for him. One day soon I’m going to have to break it to her what a piece of shit her father truly is. Not only did he sell his daughter to me, he raped a child and had her and their baby killed. That’s all going to be a hard pill for her to swallow. She’s too good to be tainted by his filth. Too good for her bastard of a father and far too good for a man like me. Pity I’m too much of a monster myself to let her go.

I hold out my hand, and she puts her book down and takes it without questioning where I’m taking her.

I lead her to our bedroom and close the doors behind us. She stands by the bed, staring at me and trembling slightly. Part nerves, part excitement, I expect. My wife is as insatiable as I am.

I brush my knuckles across her cheek. “I’ve had a fucking awful day,” is all I can think to say. All I can offer as justification for what I’m about to do to her.

She nods in understanding. “Then let me help make it better.”

“That’s my girl. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed for me.”

She obeys immediately, and I watch every movement as she removes her yoga pants. She isn’t wearing panties, and her compliance with my rule pleases me greatly. Then she silently removes her tank top and bra and tosses them on the floor before lying back on the bed.

“Spread your legs so I can see what belongs to me.”

She opens them wide, giving me a glorious view of her freshly waxed pussy. Hugo must have taken her to the salon today.

Her breathing becomes heavier and faster while she waits for whatever I’m about to do to her. I yank off my belt and move to the top of the bed. “Give me your hands.”

She lifts them, and I loop the leather around her wrists and pull it tight against her skin until she winces. Then I feed the belt through the metal bedframe and secure her arms in place.

She looks up at me the whole time I’m doing it, her eyes wide and her mouth open in expectation. I kiss her and nip at her lower lip as I pull away. “Ass up,” I command, grabbing a pillow.

She raises her hips and allows me to slide the pillow underneath her so that her pussy is at the perfect angle for the hammering I’m about to give her. When I finish undressing, I crawl over her, running my hands over her body and squeezing each of her breasts in turn. I’m already hard, and I can’t wait to bury my cock in her. But if I want to fuck her as hard as I intend, I need her wet and loose.

“Alex,” she moans, and I suck one of her nipples into my mouth. My hand slides between her thighs, stroking her slick center.

“I need to fuck you real hard, princesa,” I growl as I slip two fingers inside her.

“Then do it,” she moans, and I add a third finger, stretching her wide as she writhes beneath me, pulling at her wrist restraints.

“The more you pull against that, the tighter it will get.” I graze my teeth along the soft skin of her jawline.

“I can’t help it.”

I sink my teeth into her neck and suck hard.

“Alex,” she whimpers.