Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Her breath catches, and I gently kiss the corner of her lips. “Beautiful.”
“Ryat.” She moans.
“Yeah, Blake. It’s me,” I tell her, and she whimpers. Even drugged and only half-conscious, she knows I’m the one touching her.
I begin to finger-fuck her roughly while my thumb plays with her clit. Her body rocks back and forth, making her tits bounce and the bed squeak. She lets out a cry when her pussy clamps down, and she comes all over my fingers.
Something about having her like this—having total control over her body—is very powerful. Knowing she willingly took something I gave her without any knowledge of what it was. She’s craving to be owned, to be dominated, to be mine.
I stop, and her eyes remain closed. Bringing my fingers to her mouth, I rub them over her parted lips, smearing her cum across them like icing. “Soon, little one,” I tell her before I stick them in my own mouth, licking them clean. Tasting that fucking honey that I’ve been craving after she gave herself to me in my bedroom.
Pushing off the bed, I move to a sitting position between her shaking legs. I reach down and grab the collar of the oversized shirt and rip it down the middle. “I’ll burn this,” I say to myself, pulling her arms out of it, knowing that I’m one step closer to owning her and erasing any trace of Matt.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the card and lay it on her nightstand. Now I wait.
EPILOGUE TWO
TYSON
Eighteen years later
I exit the master bathroom to find our bed empty. Frowning, I shrug on my button-up and make my way down the hallway to the kitchen. My wife stands at the stove cooking breakfast while our son stands next to her texting away on his cell.
“Good morning,” I say cheerfully.
“Morning,” he mumbles, not bothering to look up.
My wife’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a big smile. “Morning.” Abandoning the stove, she walks toward me, and I meet her halfway. Pushing her dark hair out of her face, I cup her cheeks and lean down, giving her a long kiss, hoping she understands that I’m about to drag her back to bed and bury myself between her thighs. She’s been mine long enough to know that I like to start my day with her screaming my name.
“Gross,” Halston whines, and pockets his cell.
I pull away from my wife, smiling, and look around the kitchen and dining room. “Where’s your sister?” I wonder.
“She stayed with Annaleigh last night,” he answers.
My wife goes back over to the stove to finish what she was doing. I pull out my phone and track Hartlyn’s car but frown when I see it’s in our garage.
“How do you know Hartlyn stayed with Annaleigh last night?” I ask Halston.
His baby-blue eyes meet mine. He’s on my side. He and I are a united front in this house. We protect the women we love, and no matter how much he and his sister fight, he’d kill for her without thought. “Annaleigh picked her up last night. They were going to see a movie and then stay over at her parents’.”
I pull up Sin’s number.
ME: Was Hartlyn at your house last night?
You can never be too careful. Lake would kill me if she knew I have a tracker on Hartlyn’s car, but that’s one fight I’m not afraid to have with Lake. She argues we have to trust them. Fuck that shit. I know what boys her age think about. I was once one, and in our world, you can never be too careful.
“I’ve got a meeting with Blakely today,” Lake tells me as I put my cell away.
“What time do I need to be there?” I ask her. She and Blake are starting their own business.
After my wife had our children, she wanted to stay home with them. It was important to her that our kids grew up with a different life than we had. And I couldn’t argue with her on that. As a parent, you want what’s best for your children. We are still a Lord and Lady, and our kids will never be what society considers “normal.”
They’re about to graduate high school. Halston and Hartlyn plan on attending Barrington University. Halston wants to be a Lord, and although my wife isn’t happy about it, we’ve raised him and his sister to have a mind of their own. To make their own choices.
Choices have consequences. I’ve told him just like my father told me. I can only hope that he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did. But if given the chance, I’d make them all again if it meant I’d get Lake in the end.
“Oh, you don’t have to…”
“I wouldn’t miss it.” I interrupt Lake, kissing her on the cheek and slap her ass, making her squeal in surprise.