Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
She takes in a shaky breath.
“What about you? How many men have you fucked?” I joke, knowing damn well no one else has touched her. They’d be dead if so.
She rolls her eyes and grabs my left hand. “We need to get you a ring.”
“I don’t wear jewelry.”
She huffs. “You’ve got like eight piercings in your dick and another in your nose. Not to mention you wear a watch. I don’t think a wedding ring will kill you.”
I can’t help but smile and shake my head. “Not happening…”
“Then I won’t wear mine.” She goes to remove her seven-carat Harry Winston cushion-cut sapphire wedding ring, but I grab her hands and lift them above her head. Crossing her wrists, I hold them with one hand while the other grips her chin and forces her head up to meet my glare.
“Don’t you dare take that off, doll face.” I warn.
The growl from her pretty lips makes my smile grow. Her eyes narrow up at mine as she tries to pull her wrists free from my hold.
She’s mine, and I’m going to make her understand that. When we started this game, I was determined to win no matter what it cost. Now I understand that it might take everything I have because I already know how this will end. This is why the Lords sent her to me. I believe her when she says she doesn’t know what they want from me, but I know. There’s only one thing that they want me to give—my life. And I’m going to make sure it’s worth it.
Allowing myself to fall in love with her is madness. No matter how I try to justify it, the ending will be the same. I can only hope I have time to leave her with something that will remind her of me.
She doesn’t understand that our worlds have been intertwined for years now. The Lords put me in her life in the most unforgivable way. And she'll never see me the same when she finds out what I’ve done.
I’ve taken a lot from her. Some things she’s aware of; others she’s not. But she’ll see the pain I’ve caused her once the truth comes out. I can only hope I will no longer be here when she discovers the truth. Because I don’t know how I’ll face her once she realizes what I’ve done.
“Maybe I want the world to know you’re mine too,” she states, lifting her chin.
“Jealous, doll face?” I like it.
Huffing, she says, “I’ll just brand my name on your chest.”
I laugh, and it just pisses her off more. Letting go of her, I watch as her hands fall, slapping her bare thighs. She can brand, tattoo, or carve whatever she wants on me.
“Fuck you, Haidyn.” Her small hands shove my chest, and I step back, chuckling. Reaching down, she grabs the soaked towel, picks it up, and exits the shower, slamming the glass door shut so hard I’m surprised it doesn’t break.
I’m rinsing off when she returns and yanks the door open once again. I turn around to see her standing outside the shower still naked, hair dripping wet with her right hip pushed out. “What the hell are these?” She holds up a clear rectangular container that holds a pair of blackout contact lenses. “Something tells me they’re not a part of a Halloween costume.”
“Been going through my things, doll face?” I knew she would. Not like I’m hiding anything from her. I’ve ordered all the toys I’ve used on Charlotte specifically for her. I’ve got tons of shit here at Carnage because this is where I live. This is where I fucked the random women I paid for all the time. Hell, sometimes they would bring their own sex toys for me to use on them. The question is…is she only bringing them to my attention because of the conversation I had with Ashtyn? Or would she still have the balls to say something to me if she wasn’t mad at me?
She huffs. “How many have you used these on?”
Stepping forward, I place my hands on either side of the shower glass door and ask, “Does it matter?” I want to piss her off because I’m loving her attitude. I’m in the mood to rile my wife up, pin her down, and fuck her senseless.
Spinning around, she tosses them onto the counter and slams the bathroom door on her way out.
I quickly finish up and get out. Picking up the blackout lenses, I toss them into the trash with no plans of ordering a new pair. I won’t be using them on her. Covering up her pretty eyes would be a crime that even I would never commit. Plus, she likes the humiliation of having to watch me record the things I’m doing to her. She gets off on it as much as I like to watch her cry.