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His look darkens toward her as he takes another step closer. “I see you keep referring to him as Mr. Black. Perhaps you’re not his wife after all, but instead he is your master?”
“How dare you insinuate that—”
I cut Rebecca off by stepping forward, putting myself in between her and Richard, and using my height to my advantage as I look down my nose at him. “It is amazing that you have any idea what that looks like. Further confirmation that you are indeed into sex trafficking, I dare say.” I feel Rebecca’s hand flinch on my back.
“Takes one to know one, Black,” he shoots back. His eyes return to Rebecca and rake her over once more. I feel my body shake with anger; I’m barely holding myself back from launching at him and beating him to a pulp.
Rebecca’s voice brings me back to the here and now. Like an anchor holding me to port, her hand brushes against mine. “You think I am some sort of sex slave? What kind of fucked-up mind do you have?”
“None at all, lass. Mr. Black is known for being a recluse and has never been seen with a woman.”
“I know. He chooses to go alone because I don’t like going to public events and I don’t share my man,” she counters.
Hearing her refer to me as her man makes my heart enlarge.
“Or he keeps you locked away, so the world doesn’t get to see you. It’s what men like him do. They make you dependent on them in every sense of the word. You have no life besides the crumbs they throw your way to keep you obedient.”
She starts laughing, then bends over and holds her tummy from laughing so hard.
“Why are you laughing, lass? I can help you get away from this man. Return you to a family who no doubt misses you.” He swallows. “All you have to do is say the word and I’ll help you out of here and back to wherever you want to be.” For a moment, I panic. It’s all she has wanted since arriving. Wanting to leave me, go back to her life I took away from her. Her laughing begins to slow.
“I don’t know who you are, Mr. Lexington, but you sure have some nerve coming into my home and saying these god-awful things about my Alexander.” She looks to me for a moment and then continues. “It is time you left, and I want it known that I never want you to return.” Her eyes leave Richard and land on Harold. “Please escort him out, Harold.” Her authoritative tone does things to me I didn’t know could be done. The feeling growing within me threatens to burst through.
“Of course, miss.” Harold takes Richard by the elbow and pulls him toward the door, hauling him over the threshold to his waiting car, then standing guard as Lexington’s car leaves the property, before returning inside and closing the door.
“Mr. Black and I need some time alone, please, Harold.” Rebecca’s voice like velvet washes over me.
“Of course, Miss Kennedy.” I must admit, that just like before, I find her authoritative side an incredible turn on.
Once he has disappeared from view, Rebecca takes my hand and drags me with her to the living room we had sat in only a couple of days ago. “Now, Alexander. It would be beneficial if you let me know when we are to have house guests, and how I am to act.” She pauses for a moment. “Why would he suggest that I’m your sex slave? Is that what you are into? Might explain why you don’t get turned on by me.”
“Watch your mouth with me, Rebecca!” I growl.
She pushes against my chest. “That doesn’t answer my question,” she demands.
“Richard Lexington is the mastermind behind a multibillion-dollar international sex slave ring. He wants to purchase some technology I have created especially for farmers to help keep track of their cattle, but he wants to change it to use on the women he has under his control.”
“And how do you know about this? Have you used his services?” she asks.
My hand reaches out before I can stop myself and wraps around her waist, pulling her toward me. “I have never and will never use their services. I have you and that is enough for me,” I bite out.
“But I’m nothing but a pretty possession you keep locked in your house,” she spits back at me.
And in that moment, it happens—I lose control. I bend down and claim her mouth, rough and with a desire to drink from her as though I’m completely parched. Her hands come up to my shoulders and she jumps off the ground to wrap her legs around my waist. My hands drop to her ass and squeeze, making her groan, and her mouth opens more, allowing my tongue to slide straight in and tangle with hers. She’s claiming me with passionate abandon, driving me absolutely wild, then rocking her lower body against my own. My cock stirs to life, wanting to be inside her so very much in this moment.
I have wanted to do this from the very first time I saw her—claim her as mine, mark her like this. Then reality hits me once again and I begin to slow. I want her to be the one who comes to me with want and need, not just taking what I want from her. I finish the kiss and pull away, staring into her sparkling blue eyes.
“You’re not just a possession, Rebecca.” I breathe the words, and even I hear the gravelly edge to my voice.
“No. I suppose I’m not,” she whispers.
I reluctantly let her body slide down my own and allow her to step back from me. “So how do you want me to behave when you have visitors? Or more importantly, who do you want me to be? Mr. Lexington believed me to be both your wife and then a sex slave during our interaction, so perhaps we should decide on something and stick with it?”
I bite my tongue asmy wifecomes to the front of my thoughts, but that would do no good, as it needs to be her decision. I shrug. “Whether you’re a guest of mine or someone of importance to me, they will still notice. If you claim to have no affiliation to me besides being my house guest, you will garner a lot of unwanted attention.”
“And what if I don’t want anyone else giving me their attention? What if you’re the only one I want to receive attention from?” Her eyes look directly into my own, demanding an answer.
“Well, that’s something only you can decide.”
