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“Wai—” I hear as I hang up.
I have another call to make.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KYRA
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It’s been a couple of days since Maddox rang and we had phone sex. Then he just hung up. After demanding that I returnhome.The urge to do as I was told was as powerful as his seductive words.
Then he announced I was his enemy if I marry his father.
He doesn’t understand. I have no qualifications. No work experience. And a trust fund that could be cut off at the instruction of my father any minute. Plus, the warning from my father that Pierce has information that could destroy our family name.
How can I carry that guilt for life if he does?
Worse, Pierce gave me a much more terrifying warning of his own.
The night he knocked on my door will haunt me forever.
He ran a hand over my hair as an icy shiver ran through me. “How’s my bride?”
“Fine,” I replied, feeling vulnerable in my nightie and having just put Maddox’s toy back inside me.
Pierce smiled coldly as his hand drifted along my arm, then rested on my sheet-covered thigh.
“I’m happy to see you’re back home.” His fingers curled, dragging the sheets with them. I tugged it up to cover my breasts.
Pierce pulled harder, looking mad. “Let me see that you’re unharmed.”
“I’m not hurt. He didn’t hurt me.” I rushed out.
“No. He wouldn’t.” Next minute the covers were ripped away as I squeaked.
“Please.”
“Oh, I like begging.” Pierce ran a hand over my legs and nudged my thighs apart. “Keep going.”
“Please don’t,” I said, then closed my eyes, realizing I’d fallen right into that.
“Very nice.” His fingers pressed against my clit, and he stilled. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”
With one swift movement, he pulled my nightie up and discovered the little arm of the toy resting inside my pussy.
He grinned.
“I’m shocked, Kyra. I had no idea you were a dirty little slut, but this is a welcome surprise.”
I tried to close my legs, my body shaking, but he held them open. Then ran a finger through my wet folds and pushed against the toy. I hated how it stimulated me.
Sucking on his finger after touching me, he said, “Fucking hell.”
I wanted to scream.
While his touch was making my body react, I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his to play with. ThatIwasn’t his.
“Tell me Kyra, did my son taste you?”