Page 31 of Family Ties


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Speeding down the drive, the gate has barely opened far enough for the car when I squeeze through it. Making a hard turn, Abigail grips the door handle as she gasps.

“Sir,” she mumbles.

I can’t fucking do this right now.

My nostrils flare as I continue to breathe through my seething anger. Roughly banking each turn down the windy country roads, I need to be as far away from there as possible right now.

I need to be home.

“Did I do something wrong?” She struggles to look at me as she timidly broaches her question.

“Not now,” I sneer. “I can’t fucking talk to you about this right now.”

Reaching town, I slightly lower my speed, but continue my way toward my estate at well above the posted speed limit.

“Sir?” Her voice is pained, and I don’t have to look at her to know that tears are welling in her eyes.

Ignoring her, I continue my way through the streets that are nearly vacant at this hour.

“Grant?” I can hear the tremble of her lips as she speaks my name for the first time in weeks.

It feels like a knife to my fucking cold, black heart.

“I said, not now,” I yell the words, needing her to stop.

Pulling through the gate of my estate, I pull to a stop at the front door. My fingers flex around the steering wheel and I practically grunt the words, “Upstairs, now.”

I faintly hear her mumble, “Okay,” as she opens her own car door. Leaving her to trail behind, I storm upstairs to the master bathroom and turn the water in the shower. By the time she reaches the room, steam is beginning to billow from the stall.

“Strip and get in the fucking shower.” The words spit through my gritted teeth.

Trembling before me, I watch a tear roll down her cheek as she kicks off her heels and drops my suit jacket to the floor. Removing her panties, she proceeds to push off each of the nylon stockings. Her hands awkwardly cover her breasts as she stands naked before me.

“In the shower,” I growl. “Scrub every fucking trace of him from your skin.”

I hate that he spread his cum across her skin, but not nearly as much as I hate knowing that he had his cock inside of her.

Inside of what is mine.

Pets and various playthings have made their way through my home throughout the years. Not once have I had a moment of hesitation with regard to sharing them with anyone. Least of all William, Liz or Edmund. I’ve shared countless, faceless women with them over the years. This definitely wasn’t the first time I’ve played with Liz’s cuckcake of the night.

But this was different…

I felt it the moment Will put his lips on her skin. It only amplified when he mentioned his interest in claiming her perfect little ass hole.

Myperfect little ass hole.

Keeping Abigail’s focus on me wasn’t entirely for her sake, it was just as much for mine. So I could attempt to negate the fact that he had his hands and mouth roaming her body. That he was going to place his cock inside what I had already claimed as mine.

When I watched him press himself inside of her, I fought the urge to shove him from her and bury my fist into his face. For having the gall to take what I had so eagerly presented to him.

Fuck…

Pacing in the bedroom, I strip from my clothes before returning to the bathroom. The water is beginning to run cold in the shower, yet Abigail continues to stand under the stream, scrubbing soap over her body. She scrubs viciously as though she, too, needs to remove all evidence of him from her.

Stepping into the lukewarm spray of the water, her bloodshot eyes stare up at me, her lower lip trembles as she asks, “Did I do something wrong?”

Not knowing how to answer, I continue to block her from the spray of the water that is still dropping in temperature.

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