Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
“That’s not fair,” I said.
“Babygirl, there is not a single thing in this life that’s fair. Your time starts now.”
CHAPTER 52
PIERCE
“Why does your ex want to kill you?”
“Because she blames me for our breakup. I may have walked in on her with Greyson, but our relationship was over long before that.”
“Why?”
I expected questions about Jameson. About why I was doing all of this to her.
Not about Skylar. Interesting. Was it possible Madison was jealous? Even more interesting.
“Because she needed things I wasn’t able to give her. She wanted my money, and that was fine, but she expected all my time, energy, and focus while I was busy with other things. And if I’m being honest, I never wanted to come home to her.”
The smart play was to let her think Skylar still mattered. Use her jealousy. But the words had already left my mouth, and I didn’t want them back.
“So she’s working with your brother now?”
I nodded.
“Why is Jameson trying to kill you?”
I pulled at the sides of her robe, untangling the knot at her waist and letting it fall open, exposing every inch of her to the cool air in the study. “Jealousy, mostly. Despite us being twins, I’m the firstborn. The heir apparent. So everything is mine. He’s always hated me for that. He expects the finer things in life, but he’s not willing to work for them. I am.”
I kept talking.
More than I should have. The concern in her eyes was doing something to me I didn’t like, making the truth feel easier than the lie.
I could force her to stay, lock every door, but eventually she’d find a way out. Unless she didn’t want to.
Skylar never made me work for a damn thing. Madison made me earn every inch, and that was the difference.
“Did you love her?” Madison asked as I pushed her knees apart.
“No.” I pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee.
“What are you doing?” she asked when I placed another kiss a little higher on her thigh.
“I am trying to distract you and run out your clock.” I had promised honesty.
“Why are you asking me to marry you?”
“I don’t recall asking.”
“You’re right. Why are you trying to force me to marry you?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Trying?”
She sighed. “Just answer the question.”
Sitting back, I ran my thumb over my lips and considered how I wanted to answer.
She kept her thighs open, giving me the most tantalizing view of her swollen, wet pussy.
I ran my hand back up her thigh and pressed my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in small circles. Not enough to get her off. Just enough to watch the flush creep over her throat and meet her taut, pale pink nipples.
My mouth watered, but instead of spreading her out, licking her, then fucking her until she agreed to anything I wanted, I waited.
“Our wedding will draw Jameson out. He won’t be able to resist. My last name will also give you protection. There are several people in this town who would happily kill for my brother. They’d kill for me, too, but none of them would dare lay a hand on my wife. It wouldn’t matter how much Jameson offered to pay them. My fury would ensure they’d never get to spend a dime.”
“Is that all?” Her head tilted back, eyes sliding shut.
“No, that’s not all, but your time is up. It’s my turn.”
“What do you want to know?”
I wanted to know everything about her…later. I wanted to know how someone who had been so badly used by the world could still be so sweet, so innocent, so utterly beguiling. I wanted to know why she wasn’t impressed by my money or my power and yet still seemed drawn to me. As if she wanted me and only me…just me.
But right now, I had other plans.
“I don’t want to talk.”
Her head snapped up as she looked at me, eyes wide, realizing she had walked into a trap. “What do you want?”
I pushed back from the desk. I’d planned to have her on her knees under the desk while I made calls. But then I thought of the way she’d cried my name when she thought I was dead.
“Tell me a story,” I said, pressing her thighs farther apart and pulling her to the edge of my desk.
“A story?”
“Tell me about you.”
She looked down at me, her lips parted on a little gasp as I lowered my head and ran my tongue through her folds. Her essence hit my tongue, and I groaned.
“Start talking, babygirl.” I took another taste.
“What…what…do you want to know?”
CHAPTER 53
GREYSON
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…” The bishop spoke while Hailey tried to wrench her arm out of my grasp.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
“I am not going to marry you. How many times do I have to tell you no, you sick son of a bitch?” Tears cut tracks through the pink flush on her cheeks.