Page 20 of Mr. Strategic
I stared at the ring.
It wasenormous.
I didn’t even want to know how much this had cost him. It was breathtaking, truly a work of art.
It was a bribe
“I can’t take this,” I said, snapping the lid shut. “It’s too big to wear. Thank you for thinking of me, though.”
My husband was breathing heavily and this close, there was something I didn’t recognize in his eyes, something hard andsharpand feral.
For one quick, frightening moment, I saw that his collar was undone, and there were scratches on his throat. Like he’d clawed his tie off, tore at the button on his collar.
“Lavender Carrington,” he said. “This has gone far enough. You need to understand that you’re mine. I own you. I’ll never let you go.”
“Did you fuck them in our bed?” I asked quietly.
He took one deep, ragged breath in, sounding guttural and raw in the silent darkness of the car.
“No,” he spat. “Our home is sacred to me. The most sacred place on earth.”
Then he dragged me with a steel hard grip over the console and threw me down on the backseat.
“Michael, stop!” I cried shrilly, but he fell on me like a ravenous beast.
I had never seen him like this before—dark, uncontrolled, and violent.
His eyes gleamed at me in the darkness, and I tried to twist away from him, but he split my thighs apart ruthlessly.
“And why is your hair down?” he bit at me jealously, tangling his hand in my long curls until he held them painfully tightly. “Your long hair is only forme.”
Not waiting for an answer, he bent to my throat and began to kiss me, his tongue and bite so hard and possessive that I felt the bruises bloom under his touch.
“You’re scaring me!” I whimpered.
He’d always been so controlled—had prided himself on his control and keeping emotion in check. But now--
“Thisis what’s real,” Michael said fiercely, his knee grinding into my sensitive pussy. “Nothing else.”
“Let me go!” I cried, trying to push him off. “I don’t want to have sex with you in a parking garage!”
“No,” he said, and my blood ran cold with panic.
Who was this man?
“What do you mean, no?”
“I mean, no, I am not going to stop.”
I gasped, and he put a hand on my jaw, popping my mouth open and forcing his tongue in.
Despite myself, I felt my blood heat up, in rage and reluctant furious lust.
“So soft,” he groaned, even though he was marking me up, pressing hard rough heat on my skin. “Want me to put a baby in you? I know you want that.”
I moaned with a strangled sound, trying to scoot back from the hard pressure of his cock against my thin dress.
“Notnow. Not anymore.”