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“You’ve never made me feel anything other than dirty.”

The light of delight in his eyes disappears. He pulls his fingers out of me. His expression is like that of a parent whose child has disappointed them, and he lifts off me.

I pull my towel back over me and scramble off the bed and move to stand in the corner of the room. I face him, my anger is white hot but so is my fear. “I swear I will kill you and everything be damned if you ever touch me like that again. Ever.”

He looks up at me and his expression is bleak. “Fuck this. I’m not going to spend my life with a woman who hates me. You can have your little lover.”

I sag as a wave of relief washes over me.

His expression hardens. “But you owe me that money. And when you marry him, I want my share.”

“I don’t even want it. It’s yours.” I don’t add that I have no idea if I’m going to get married. I can’t believe how quickly he’s agreed. I thought it would take weeks of begging.

I grimace and he gives me an assessing glance, one tinged with pity. “Love is a cage. It makes you weak. I’m offering you freedom from all of that,” he says.

“And I’m saying no.”

He smiles, like an indulgent parent humoring their naive, willful child.

“Tonight’s important for me. I need you to be there and act like you’re happy to be. There’s enough gossip about you since whatever happened at Wishbone.”

The certainty in his voice is unsettling. He trails a finger down my shoulder, and gooseflesh, prickly and intense runs riot over my body.

Then, he walks out of my bedroom. I stand there frozen until I hear the telltale beep of the front door closing.

My composure disappears and my whole body trembles. From his violation and from my anger at my helplessness. I drop onto my bed and sit there, trying to catch my breath. I feel stained in the places he touched me just now.

I don’t know how long I’ve been lying there when the chime of the front door sounds again. I almost have a heart attack when I hear Carter call my name.

Thank God he didn’t find Duke here, I can’t even imagine what he would have done.

I hop back into the shower. And while, I wash his smell and touch off me, I take advantage of the water’s roar and I cry.

36

Carter

Jealous

I bought tickets to this event so I could keep an eye on Beth. But now, I want to get a closer look at the man who would marry her just for money and be happy to let her go.

I wish I’d stayed home. I’ve been watching their table all night.

She’s in a skintight black strapless dress that looks like she was poured into it. Her hair is up, not a single strand escapes and I’m glad she didn’t wear it down for him.

He’s had his arm around her waist all night and she has looked intensely uncomfortable.

I feel like a limp dick motherfucker sitting here watching my girl pretend she’s someone else’s.

Just when I wonder if she’s seen me yet, she looks over her bare shoulder and gives me a coy, suggestive smile My dick gets hard right away. She stands and makes her way to the exit, and I follow.

She sways down the hall, and pushes open a bathroom door and saunters in shaking her ass like she wants me to get in there and fuck it.

I want to.

But I’m also pissed

after watching her on his arm. Watching him touch her.

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