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“I know the feeling,” my husband mutters.
Mouth agape, I stare at him, and when he levels me with a challenging glare, I kick my feet and Kasper takes off. He clears the fence as Ronan bellows my name, the wind screaming around us. I’m grinning, as Kasper eats up the earth below and we gallop across the property. Adrenaline rattles up my arms as I clutch the reins and Kasper powers us forward, his streamlined energy contagious. Laughter bursts free, and I let him have the freedom he needs. My eyes water, and I soon cry, tears of hopelessness obscuring my vision. I know I will be punished. Ronan will probably even enjoy it. I tell myself I can handle it. I will take whatever that man thinks he can throw at me, right until he breaks me.
It’s getting dark, but my husband's car is still parked up when Kasper trots us back into the barn. I swing down, my legs like jelly and my heart pounding heavily. Clyde appears and feels for the reins.
“I’ve got this. Best you head back to the manor.” Pity laces his voice. Stepping back, I remove my hat when the stable door slams shut.
“When I tell you not to do something, you fucking listen, Cara.”
“I know,” I say softly. “I missed my hor—”
“We’re leaving.” I sigh in relief when Ronan steps out of the tack room and leaves me to grab a bottle of water. I change my clothes before meeting him by the car. “Thanks, Clyde,” he says, and I keep my face averted as he opens the passenger side door for me to get in. The second I’m standing in the open doorway, he flattens me to the cool leather and rips my jeans down, slapping the flesh hard with something. I yelp and scramble, but he holds me still, spanking me again and again, only this time he hits lower. The sting to my pussy heats my cheeks. The hard object cuts into my flesh, sending a fiery stab to pulse across my skin. Several hard slaps draw loud tears from me. Ronan presses hotly into my bare bottom, leaning to squash me against the leather, his lips brushing my ear.
“You’re lucky there is no one here. Don’t think I won’t humiliate you in front of my men. In fact, I'd love to disrespect you as you’ve done me.” A riding crop lands on the dashboard and my sore skin throbs, seeing what the cause of my pain is. He drags my clothes up and pushes me to get in. Wordlessly, I secure my belt, embarrassment shining brightly in my cheeks as he rounds the bonnet, glaring at me through the windscreen.
The drive passes in silence. I hiss as I get down from the vehicle, and Ronan grips my wrist as we enter the manor.
“Go freshen up for dinner. You’ve kept Connor waiting long enough.” I flick nervous eyes to where I can hear male voices from one of the rooms down the hall. A tall man with a weathered face appears. “Show Mrs Michaels where her things are.”
Ronan leaves me, and I follow the older man up the wide stairs. We head down several corridors and soon come to a set of double doors. The man opens the door, and I step into a large suite. It’s luxurious and equipped with a seating area and an even bigger bed. I move towards a door and open it, finding a stunning bathroom and an adjacent walk-in wardrobe. My belongings are hanging up, so I quickly find something and wash before leaving to join the others downstairs. I steel myself before I push in. Heads turn my way, and Connor levels me with a disapproving look. Quietly, I move to take the only available seat and clear my throat awkwardly. My backside is still sore from where Ronan spanked me with the crop moments ago. I ease into the chair, hissing lightly. Across from me, men smirk.
“Apologies. I wasn’t aware I was expected to dine with you.” I flick a look to the boss. Connor leans back in his seat and regards me.
“You’ll do whatever your husband expects of you. After all, it is only because of him you’re still breathing. A little gratitude wouldn’t go amiss.” Connor twirls his knife propped into the wood.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” I utter the words softly, looking around the room to those sneering at me and then to my husband. I’ve humiliated him, shown him up in front of these men.
“Sorry doesn't get my dick hard,” Ronan informs me. The men laugh robustly, and I drop my gaze. Ronan pays me little attention after that, and I sit in awkward silence as they chat around me and eat as a family. Lola is sitting at the far end, but even she seems surprised by my actions and keeps her head down. I feel more alone in that moment than I can ever remember. I can taste it in every bite and wish the meal would be over so I can be excused and retire.
CHAPTER SEVEN
RONAN
After Cara’s little stunt, I have kept my distance all week. Her disrespect has left me feeling more angry about our arrangement than before. I want to punish her properly, but I know it will only end with me burrowed deep inside her, and given how inexperienced she is, I can’t let myself lose control. Small hands glide up my thighs as I recline in a low chair. Simone dances provocatively between my legs. Standing slowly, she twists to give me a view of her beautiful arse and bends to give me an eyeful of her pussy hugged by little panties.
“Are you not going to touch me?” she purrs.
My fists clench, and I stare at the wet mark between her thighs. I’ve been fucking this woman for months, at least until the night before the wedding. “I heard you got married?” Simone climbs to straddle my lap. “The thought of not having you again makes me ache.” She shivers, and I stand abruptly and push her away. The only woman I want giving me her undivided attention can barely tolerate looking at me.
“I love it when you’re angry. Come take out your frustration on me.” She wriggles out of her panties and slides them down her thighs.
“On your knees and don’t fucking touch me.”
Simone drops low, spreading her legs wide and arching her back. I pull my cock free and grip it harshly. She opens her mouth, but I don’t fill it; instead, I jerk off to the image of my wife writhing beneath me. I come and decorate Simone’s face. She blinks and reaches for me, but I grip her throat.
“Yes, I did get married. My wife is exceptionally beautiful,” I remark.
Pouting, Simone stares at me. “Then why are you here?” Her challenge only acts to piss me off. I push her away and she topples back.
“Because I want her too much not to hurt her, and she isn’t a whore.” Zipping my fly, I stalk out of the room and slam the door behind me.
I leave the strip club. It’s one that Connor owns and runs alongside his casino business. I drive back to the estate, feeling frustrated. Cara has barely maintained eye contact with me since her first night at the estate. Each night, she is usually asleep when I return, and when she’s not, I hit the gym until I'm too exhausted to acknowledge her presence. Tonight, she is in the bathroom, removing her makeup as I enter. I move behind her and flick on the shower. She turns, taking in my mussed hair and wrinkles her nose.
“What?”
I watch as pain flits across her gaze. I pull my clothes off and she washes her hands before moisturising. “Didn’t take you long,” she muses. “A week.” Her laugh is light but scathing. “I hope she was worth it because you won’t be touching me now.” Her cold tone whips out and unleashes my anger in full force.
“I don’t recall agreeing to be faithful.”
