“It’s too short.”
“And I want to see your body. You’ll do as you’re told.”
“I’m not your toy.”
“That’s exactly what you are but one day you will learn, Rose, I’m just as much your toy as you’re mine.” He bit down and she cried out.
She was so close and as the pleasure built, he waited until she was right at that point and pulled his fingers from her pussy. Holding them up to his face, he licked each digit.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you’re desperate.” The car came to a stop.
“Where are we?”
“At one of my many businesses.” He opened the door, climbed out, and buttoned up his jacket. When he held out his hand, she took it. The noise from the nightclub came out onto the street. Men and women were lined up to get inside. Some people pointed in his direction but he ignored them.
Rose’s hand shook within his. He held her tightly and together, on her dangerous heels, headed into the nightclub. Along with the papers that morning, he’d gotten a full workup.
Her life up until meeting him was pathetic. She didn’t speak to her family, and she worked at a local real estate agency. What she didn’t know was Sean fucked her boss on a regular basis, and he was also heavy in debt.
He was doing Rose a favor in severing all contact with her ex-husband and giving her his name. Rose Miles was now Rose Cain. His wife. His woman. Her life with Sean had been dull. His men had done a fine job in finding out how dull, and even Sean admitted to not caring about his wife’s needs in the bedroom.
Now it was time for him to take over. To show her a whole new world.
The music got louder as they entered the main dance floor. The room was crowded and he didn’t pause to admire his work, but went straight to his personal VIP room. His men gave him a wide berth but knew to be close.
“You own this place?” Rose asked as they got to their private booth.
“Yes.” He tugged her down onto his lap. She tried to squirm away. He swatted her ass. “Don’t push me.” She fit perfectly to him.
“What are you doing?”
“Finishing off what I started in the car.” He slid his hand between her thighs. The angle wasn’t right and he moved her so she now straddled his waist.
“Anyone can see.”
“If they look, they know I’ll tear their eyes out.” He lifted the skirt over her ass. His private booth didn’t allow anyone to see. Only he could see anything and with his men outside, no one would get any kind of show. He’d even kill his men for looking at her ass. She belonged to all of him.
Two fingers deep within her, he watched her eyes flutter closed. Again, her teeth sank into her lip. She kept gyrating on his fingers and then stopped herself. He didn’t want her to keep control. No, he wanted her to let go.
The dress she wore didn’t have any straps, and he easily pulled it down. She wore a bra, but it was no match for him. Pulling out a tit, he sucked on the puckered nipple, staring up at her.
“I can’t believe…” she cried out as he twisted his fingers within her, his thumb dancing across her clit. He wanted to feel her come on his cock.
“Take out my cock,” he said.
He expected her to argue but she didn’t. Her shaking hands unbuttoned his trousers and eased his length past his boxer briefs. He lifted her up and sank deep inside her. Her hands went to his shoulders, holding on to him.
Jared went back to teasing her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around him.
“Fuck me, Rose.”
“I … I don’t—”
He released her pussy, gripped her hips, and guided her over his length, showing her exactly what to do. He waited until she knew what she was doing before allowing her to take over, fucking his dick as he brought her to orgasm. He nearly came as she found her release. She was so tight milking his length, but he held control and watched her come apart a second time before he found his release. As he poured his cum inside her, he wondered if she was pregnant. It wouldn’t matter to him. He was going to keep on fucking her, and if they had kids, bonus.
For now, he was going to enjoy Rose for however long it lasted.
Chapter Four
Three weeks she’d been married.
Three weeks of strange wedded bliss.
How was it even possible?
Rose sipped at her coffee. Her body was still recovering from the previous night’s sexathon they’d enjoyed. How could it be that in less than a month, she’d gone from hating her marriage to being with someone else and actually enjoying it?
There were moments she hated the handsome stranger. When she snuck off to work the morning after their nightclub sex, he’d come into the realtor office, got her over his shoulder, and before she could even so much as protest too much, they were in his car and her job was gone. The only job she had was to satisfy him. That was what he told her. Egotistical asshole.
Then, of course, were the women who pretty much tried to throw themselves at him. They’d been at a restaurant and the waitress had discreetly handed him her phone number. What had he done? Got up and shoved it right back into her hand.
Deep down, she shouldn’t be annoyed with how he’d reacted to the phone number, especially as he literally forced the woman to look at her and told her not-too-subtly she was his wife and there was no way he was stepping out on her. He’d even got her to apologize for being a first-class bitch and trying to steal her man. What kind of person did that?
She just couldn’t believe her life had taken this turn. Sean had collected numbers.
Screw Sean.
“I thought you’d snuck off again,” Jared said, coming up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing kisses to her neck before snagging her cup of coffee. “Ugh, instant. How do you drink this shit?”
She chuckled. “Us mere mortals know how to survive on this shit.”
“I love it when you talk dirty.” Another kiss to her neck and he disappeared into the kitchen. She’d been standing in the entryway to the sitting room. There was no way she’d get close to the windows. It scared her too fucking much. Heights were her nemesis. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked.
Moving toward the kitchen, she watched him brew his own coffee. “You can cook?”
“Yeah.”
“And it’s not ordering from one of your many places?” She’d come to learn Jared was a one-of-many-places kind of guy. Whoever he was, he wasn’t always legal. She’d come to see that within the first week.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked.
“Nothing.”
“I’ve come to read you, Rose. That’s not nothing.”
“I’m realizing I don’t know a whole lot about you and you’re supposed to be my husband.” She nibbled on her lip. “Sorry.”
She watched his inked hands as they lay flat on the counter and he leaned forward. “You know, if you want to get to know someone, most people just ask.”
She scoffed. “What, just ask you?”
“Rose, you’re my wife. I like to think that in the short time we’ve been together, I’ve proven to you I want this marriage to work. What I do, you’re not going to like, but I’ve got a feeling you’re also loyal.”