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“My dear, are you ready?” Andrea asks in a sickeningly sweet tone.
“Yes,” Rialta says from the doorway.
My eyes cut to her in an instant. Her hard nipples are puckering against the black lace lingerie with crotchless panties she’s now wearing. Black heels adorn her feet, her hair is brushed over to one side, and her makeup has been thickened.
She’s any man’s dream—so goddamn sexy. But she’s mine, not his.
“I have a special treat for you, baby. I know how much you like being tied up, so I thought you’d enjoy my custom swing,” Andrea says, holding his arm out to proudly display the sex swing in the center of the room.
Her lips curl up. “That was so considerate of you.”
There’s no fear there, no signs that this is all an act or that she doesn’t want to do this.
My heart stops as she walks over to the swing where Andrea is standing.
“Lennox cheated on you, so your marriage can now be annulled,” Andrea says as he licks his lips.
“Good. I’m no longer Lennox’s.”
“Whose are you?”
“I belong to no man.” Her teeth scrape over her bottom lip. “But if you get me pregnant, I’ll be yours forever.”
Chapter 6
Lennox
Andrea won’t be getting her pregnant. I won’t let him. He won’t be fucking her or even touching her. It’s an act, I know it is. I don’t know why she’s going along with it so convincingly, but I know she doesn’t want him to fuck her.
Rialta may hate me, but she loved Kit. And she wouldn’t want to be with another man so soon after Kit’s death. What’s her endgame?
She flashes me a sinful glare.
Unless…she hates me so much that she’s willing to fuck him to get back at me?
I swallow hard.
No.
She wouldn’t. She doesn’t hate me that much. And she respects herself too much to be touched if she doesn’t want it.
I grit my teeth together and wait. I wait for her to make her move because she has to have a move to get out of this situation. What dirt does she have on Andrea that will make him stop? Will she overpower him when he’s vulnerable?
Either way, I’d bet my life on her.
I implore myself to be patient and wait for her to enact her plan.
She walks closer to the swing with all the confidence in the world. Every eyeball and dick in the room are straining in her direction. She bats her eyes at one of the guards in charge of making sure I stay in my chair.
Andrea growls. “Everyone out.”
I smirk. Apparently, he doesn’t like sharing her now that she’s agreed to be his.
The guards file out, a couple of them flashing one last longing look in my wife’s direction. I will not stop calling her mine until I hear from her own lips away from this place that she no longer wants to be my wife. Me being forced to come doesn’t annul our marriage, and neither does her fucking Andrea now. The only thing that will end our marriage is her word.
Andrea holds out his hand, and she immediately places hers in his. A sly grin spreads across his crooked face. His dark eyes intensify with lust and revenge.
Then he grabs her by the waist and lifts her up. She grabs onto the bindings behind her, slipping her wrists through the loops, while he lifts her legs. She slips them through the loops, sliding them up her thighs, followed by another loop at her feet.
