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“You will regret that, sweetheart.”
A big hand grabs me by the shoulder harshly and could normally, under any other circumstances, peel me off her, but not now.
Not when the need to fucking devour this woman and teach her who she belongs to pulses in me like a second being.
“Let her go, King.” Nate’s voice is calm but firm.
Aspen continues glaring at me even when her face reddens to the darkest shade I’ve seen. Even when her eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.
The witch doesn’t fight me, probably using some silent warfare tactic to intimidate me.
“You’re choking her. Let the fuck go, Kingsley.”
I slowly loosen my hold but don’t release her. I’m not going to release her, even if she never stops hating me and continues to glare at me every day for the rest of our lives.
“King…” There’s a warning in Nate’s tone that he won’t hesitate to escalate it into action.
“It’s okay, Nate,” she croaks. “Go back to Gwen.”
“Are you sure? He’s in his crazy mode right now.”
She doesn’t break eye contact with me, her chin rising. “I can handle him.”
You fucking wish, sweetheart.
Nate leans in to whisper in my ear, “Your jealousy is irrational, nonsensical, and has a margin of error the size of the Pacific Ocean. Question my devotion to my wife again and I’ll be the one to fucking kill you.”
And then, he leaves us alone with one last shake of his head.
My gaze clashes with Aspen’s defiant one. She looks younger, more carefree in a light-colored casual dress and a flowery sweater that she most likely borrowed from Caroline, because her wardrobe is as grim as mine.
She’s holding on to a photo album with both hands as if it’s her anchor.
“Are you going to let me go, or should Gwen see this scene, too?” she whisper-yells in my face and I’m tempted to bite her lips and tear them in my mouth.
“What were you doing with Nate just now?”
“Last I checked, it’s none of your business.”
“Don’t fucking test me, Aspen. I’m very close to the point of eruption, so unless you want to witness the brand of unhinged I turn into, speak.”
“You’re acting like a damn brute and I refuse to negotiate with terrorists.”
If I weren’t on the edge of anger, I would’ve cracked up, but now, her stubbornness only fuels the volcanic emotions invading my insides.
“I swear to fuck, if you don’t talk—”
“What?” She cuts me off. “What are you going to do?”
Still gripping her by the throat, I pull her to the side of her car that’s hidden by a tree, camouflaging the view from the house. She yelps, letting the album fall to the side when I push her against the hood.
My body crushes hers from behind and it’s a full-on slam of flesh against flesh that leaves her panting.
Before she can gather her bearings, I yank her dress up, hitching it up her thighs. She tries to grab me with uncoordinated movements, but my hand comes down on her ass with a smack that reverberates in the silence and makes her pause.
“Is this the reason you’ve been pulling away from me lately, huh?” I don’t bother with removing her panties and rip them off her pussy with enough force to leave her gasping. “Have you changed your mind from wanting me to wanting our dear son-in-law?”
“You’re a sick motherfucker.” Her voice is shaky, brittle, but it’s clear enough to convey her disregard.
