Derek Marville
I hadn't slept since she ran out of my office the night before. I lay there until four in the morning staring at the ceiling, my cock hard as stone, my whole body throbbing with the urge to go after her, drag her back, and... wipe that panicked look off her face and replace it with the look of someone who knew she'd lost the game before it even started.
I picked up Laura's photo from the drawer. The same one as always. She smiled like she was still alive. So gentle -- I missed the sound of her voice.
"I know, my love," I said quietly to the photograph. "I swore I'd never touch another woman, never have one again. But look what she does to me... and I need an heir. It'll be temporary, I promise."
I took a deep breath. Damares's vanilla perfume was still soaked into my shirt from yesterday. I closed my eyes and let the scent flood my chest.
"She walks into the room and I lose it, Laura. Just looking at those soft curves, those breasts nearly ripping through her blouses, that ass swaying when she walks around all pissed off... She's perfect. My sweetheart. I'm not in love. That's not it. I just... need her. I need to take her to bed, until she's carrying my child. Until I can save all of this. But when she looks at me with those brown eyes full of rage and fear... I feel something I haven't felt since you. And that pisses me the fuck off."
I put the photo away. Got up. Today she'd learn who was in charge.
At seven sharp she arrived, looking like she hadn't slept either, wearing a fitted navy dress that outlined every inch of the body that was now mine by law. I waited for her in the anteroom outside my office, arms crossed, watching her step off the elevator.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
She froze in place, cheeks flushing with anger and... arousal. I could tell. I always could.
"Don't call me that."
"I'll call you whatever I want. You're my wife, remember?"
She pressed her lips together. I opened the office door and gestured for her to go in. Locked it behind us.
"Sit."
"Bossy asshole," she whispered, making me laugh.
She sat. I stayed on my feet, pacing slowly around her chair like someone marking his territory.
"Let's go over the rules, sweetheart. Pay attention because I don't repeat myself."
She crossed her arms, trying to look tough. Her cleavage lifted. I almost groaned.
"First, you move into the mansion today. No discussion. I'll send the security guard to your apartment to pick up your things."
"I can get them myself--"
"Second," I cut in, voice cold. "Separate bedroom only on the nights of your period. Those nights you get peace. The rest of the month you sleep in my bed. Because if you sleep with me during that week I won't be able to control myself, and you should know that. And once you're pregnant--" I gave a slow smile, "--you sleep with me every night until the contract's over. Understood?"
She swallowed hard. Her eyes glistened. Anger. Desire. Both.
"You're sick."
"I am. And you're my cure. Or my poison. We'll find out."
"I won't--"
"Third rule," I interrupted again, stopping behind her, so close I could feel the heat of her body. "You wear what I choose. No baggy clothes. I want to see every curve that's mine now. Fourth, you don't leave the mansion without telling me. Fifth, you don't talk to any man without my permission. And sixth--" I leaned down until my mouth almost touched her ear, "--when I want to fuck you, you spread your legs. On the desk, on the floor, in the car, wherever."
She whipped her face toward me, eyes blazing.
"And if I refuse?"
I laughed low.
"Five million dollar penalty, sweetheart. Your choice."
She went quiet, breathing fast. I watched her chest rise and fall. Watched her nipples harden beneath the fabric. She was wet. I knew it.
"I'll get my own things," she said finally, her voice shaking.
"Perfect. I'll drive you."
She opened her mouth to protest. I was already opening the door.
In the car, total silence. Her in the passenger seat, arms crossed, staring out the window. I drove the black Bentley with one hand on the wheel, the other itching to squeeze that exposed thigh.
We pulled up to the building where she lived. She got out fast. I got out after her. The doorman greeted us. We went up.
In the fourth-floor hallway, standing at her apartment door, were two people.
"Who are they?"
"Unfortunately, my parents. I don't know how they found me here."
The moment they saw us, her mother let loose:
"Look at the state of this girl -- she doesn't even look twenty-six. Fat like that and she still managed to snag a man? It's a miracle."
The father added with a laugh:
"Must've opened his wallet, right? 'Cause nobody could handle her opening her legs."
"How'd you find out where I'm living?"
"I've got a cousin living at the end of the hall," her mother answered.
Damares froze. I stepped forward. The air shifted. The temperature dropped ten degrees.
"From today on--" my voice came out so low they shut up immediately, "--your mouths only open in the presence of my lawyer. Touch her again, whether with a word or a hand, and I'll destroy what's left of this miserable family. Understood?"
The father opened his mouth. I looked him dead in the eye until he swallowed the words back down. We went inside. She packed two suitcases. I grabbed the bags Damares had set aside. And we left.
In the car, silence again. She was trembling. Anger. Shame. Frustration. All of it at once. We stopped at a light. I turned to her, grabbed her chin hard, forcing her to face me. My thumb grazed her lower lip.
"You'll learn real quick, sweetheart," I said low, staring deep into those brown eyes trying to defy me. "I don't ask. I take. And I always take what's mine."
The light turned green. Someone honked behind us. I released her chin slowly, but I didn't let go of the stare. She was breathing through her mouth. Lips parted. Chest rising fast. Eyes locked on mine.
I turned back to the road, hand firm on the wheel, wearing the smile of a man who'd already won the war. Tonight she'd sleep in my house. In my bed or not, I'd decide that later. But one thing was certain -- Damares Reese Marville had just entered my game. And in this game there was only one king. And he never lost.
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