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“I did not.” The fake innocence fled her face, replaced by honest anger as she pushed at his chest. “Let me go.”
“No. You are mine,” he almost shouted the last word. “You’re my wife. You and your body belong to me.” He pressed against her, making sure she felt every hard inch of him.
“I don’t belong to you. According to your contract, I can’t have vaginal sex with anyone but you, but I can do anything else I want with anyone else.” She shoved his chest. “Now, let me go.”
“You are my wife.” His jaw was clenched so tight he was sure it’d shatter along with his temper. “You will touch no one but me.”
“Excuse me. Is everything okay?” asked a woman.
“Everything’s fine.” He stared at Alison, daring her to disagree with him.
“I need to hear that from the lady,” said the woman.
“Go away. This is between me and my wife.”
“I don't care if it's between you and your sub; I need to hear from her that everything is okay.” The lady’s voice had steel in it that made it clear she wouldn’t back down easily.
He glanced at her. Fuck. It was Cassandra Beaumont. The stubbornest, nosiest woman at the Club and there wasn’t one sub-like cell in her body. “Alison, tell her it's okay.”
Alison's eyes narrowed in challenge.
“Don't do it.” He’d paddle her ass right here if she did.
“I'm not worried he's going to hurt me, but I do want him to let me go.” She gave him a triumphant look.
“Harker, you heard her,” said Cassandra. “Wife or not…consent is—”
“I don’t need a fucking lecture.” He stepped back.
“It sure looked like you needed to learn that lesson again.” Cassandra smiled. “I’d ask if your wife wanted to walk with me to the bar to ensure that you remember the meaning of consent, but I think you two have a bigger issue.”
Harker turned in the direction Cassandra was staring. Ethan and four of his bouncers walked toward them.
“Good luck, honey.” Cassandra patted Alison’s arm and moved far enough away not to be in the path of Ethan and his bouncers but close enough to hear every word.
“Thank you, Cassandra,” said Ethan. “Alison, are you okay?”
“What the fuck?” Harker barely stopped himself from punching Ethan in that pretty face of his. “You know I’d never hurt her, but I will beat the shit out of you if you ever touch her again.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Ethan.
“I saw the two of you, whispering and flirting.” He stepped forward. His fists clenched at his sides.
The bouncers moved as one to block him, but Ethan held up his hand, stopping them. “Alison and I were talking. Not whispering or anything else.”
“Right.” His gaze shifted to Alison. “I know what her plans were for tonight and now I know with whom.”
“We had no plans. I saw her and Ellie here alone and went to talk to them.” Ethan glanced down the hallway that was now filled with curious members. “This is why I don't like married couples in the bar. You know the rules, Harker. Marriage issues stay at home. You don’t bring them into the Club.”
“It wasn't my idea to come to the Club.” He glared at Alison.
“This isn’t my fault,” said Alison. “It’s his. I didn't come here to cause problems. I didn't even tell him I was coming here.”
“That was the start of the problem.” Ethan frowned at her.
“No. All my problems started with him.” She pointed at Harker.
“I wasn't the one who left our house all dressed up to find another man.”
