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My wife apparently needs another reminder of how this is going to be and that nothing she does is going to be successful.
“Getoffme!” she screams for the whole house to hear, and while I love it coming off her lips, I’m not about to have my parents or brothers stride in here.
My palm falls over her mouth, but I don’t remove my closeness.
In fact, I’m perfectly content with where I am and that she will hear every word leaving my lips.
“You wake the house up,” I warn, keeping my tone flat. “And I’ll dangle you from the window so you lose consciousness. Blood rushing to your head for long periods of time isn’t ideal, my love.”
She mumbles something harsh against my skin because her hot breath hits it, but it really makes no difference what it is.
Just that she understands.
“You will go back to sleep,” I order. “And you’ll shut up while you do it. I don’t mind you waking me up. However, it’s not going to be the reasons you want.” My tongue darts out to lick her jaw, and Haven cries out against my hand. “Unless youdowant me again, wife. I don’t mind coming deep inside you to put you to bed.”
Haven attempts to turn her head away from me, and I’ll take that asa hell noreply.
It suits me just fine.
No need for her to get attached to me—not that she would—and complicate shit that doesn’t warrant it.
It’d be naive of me to think differently that she’d change her mind about me anyway.
“When I release my hand, you’ll turn on your side and sleep. You scream, you pay. Understand?” She hesitates for a second before nodding her head. “Good girl.”
The moment she’s free from my weight, Haven rolls over and gives me her back, doing exactly what I told her to do.
Thing is, I kinda wish she’d fight me more.
20
HAVEN
This family must specializein sick jokes because eating breakfast with them as if I’m the perfect little wife is almost nauseating.
The table is set up with purple and white flowers and mint china. I’m not sure if this is a regular thing or something special Mrs. O’Clery set up, but it’s unnecessary, just the same.
As well as the current conversation that’s taking place right now as if I’m not currently present at the table with Finn’s family.
“It’d be a perfect place for you and Haven to settle into,” Kohen divulges as he shoves another piece of sausage in his mouth. “Give you privacy, too.”
Why? So Finn can torture me with no prying ears around?
He’s kept his distance this morning, allowing me to change out of my wedding gown and back into the clothes I arrived in before. They’ve been washed, but I’m still in need of other things.
“I think him being here is just fine,” Arlo replies for my so-called husband, not sounding a bit onboard with the idea. “Stay out of it.”
“But they’re married now.”
“It’s up to Finnegan on what he wants to do now,” their father states solemnly. “Eat yer breakfast, Kohen.”
“But—”
“So, Haven,” Mrs. O’Clery coos at my side, cutting into a strawberry with a silver knife. “Do you like to read?”
Yes, but that has nothing to do with getting out of here.
I nod, feeling Finn’s heavy gaze on me from across the table. “I do.”
