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The California King takes center stage with its wrought iron headboard and white satin sheets. On either side of the bed is aside table with a lamp. There is a chair in the corner near the window that will make a great reading spot, and there’s a lamp to the side of it for when the sun sets. The only other furniture in the room is the distressed wood dresser I’m standing next to, which looks like it washed up on the shore right outside the window. The closet and bathroom can wait until later.
She turns to look at me again, biting her lip, anticipating my next move.
“I’ll admit, I thought you’d put up more of a fight.”
“I’m your wife. No matter the reason for the marriage, I’m still yours, and you’re still mine. Sex is a part of that. I won’t always be so easy to handle, but I know how to pick my battles.” She sounds so fucking calm and reasonable that it pisses me off.
“Simple as that, huh?”
“It’s only as hard as we make it.”
“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
She looks at me defiantly. “So, show me.”
I unbutton my shirt as I walk toward the chair. I slip it off and lay it over the arm before taking my belt off next. “Do you know what it means to be married to me?”
She tilts her head like it’s a trick question. “Protection from Aldo?”
“Aldo is nothing. No man means anything to you now except for me.”
She opens her mouth but wisely shuts it again.
“If I want someone to look at you, they will. If I want someone to watch me fuck you as you come undone in my arms, they will. But no man will ever do anything without my permission. You understand?”
“Are you saying you’ll let other men fuck me?” she chokes out.
“And if I do?” I pop open the button on my pants and grab my cell phone from my pocket before I shove them down my legs.
I didn’t bother with boxers this morning, so my cock stands loud and proud, pointing at Nova like a homing device.
“Will you fight me, wife, or will you spread your legs when I tell you to?”
Chapter 17
Nova
Ilock my legs to stop them from shaking. It’s not so much fear, though there is a healthy dose of that running through my veins, but mostly adrenaline and shock.
I should lie. Give myself an easy life and let him think what he wants. But I think back to the living room and the conversation about liars and decide, fuck it. Maybe the truth really will set me free.
“I’ll fight you.”
He looks at me with amusement on his handsome face. I try to focus on that and not his drool-worthy tattoos, sculpted body, or his intimidatingly hard cock.
“Is that right?” He steps toward me, holding up his phone as he dials a number.
“Tim? Have someone cover for you and come to my bedroom.” He hangs up before tossing the cell phone on the chair.
I swallow, wishing I’d come in armed instead of leaving my gun in the car. I think of the coffee table in the sitting room andpicture Vice’s Glock lying on it. I glance at the door and calculate my odds of making it out before he reaches me.
“I married you. Only you. I’m a fucking virgin, Vice. That means you’ll be the only man ever to be inside me. You want to taint that so you can play some fucked-up game with me?”
He walks closer until his body is flush with mine. “You’re pure?”
I roll my eyes at that. “I really hate that term. Pure is misleading. Like somehow, I would have been dirty if I let another man into my body.”
His hand is around my throat before I can say anything else. “Don’t,” he snarls, the hypocrite. He was the one talking about letting some other man touch me.
