Page 56 of The Spare (The King Dynasty #2)

"She's a bad influence," I snap, placing my glass on the end table with a careless thunk. "And you need to end that friendship before something bad happens. I don't want you around her, Melody."

"That's not for you to say, Mason," she snaps back, taking a step forward and folding her arms, looking down at me. "She's my best friend. And she was drunk! Those text messages weren't even meant for you. "

"Your ‘best friend’ who left you with a man you didn't even know weeks ago to go fuck her so-called boyfriend instead of staying with you when she knew you two had been drinking," I snap back, leaning forward in my seat, pinning her with a stare.

My voice rises with my irritation. "Your ‘best friend’ who encouraged you to fuck someone else, the minute she got you away from me!

She's a fucking slut, Melody, and I don't want her around you, or around me for that matter. "

"I never would have fucked him, Mason. I love you!" she yells, her face tight with anger. "Why can't you trust me?"

Her eyes are wild as she looks at me, and her chest heaves with her irritation.

I haul off the arm of the couch, pissed off.

"It's not you I don't trust; it's them!" I emphasize, pointing an arm towards the floor to ceiling windows where a million people litter the city below us. "That man would have fucked you like you were nothing, and-"

I cut my words off, seeing something different flash across her face. She tries to hide it, though. She averts her eyes and folds her arms across her torso and takes a tiny step backwards.

"What was that?" I say, tilting my head curiously and stepping forward, gaining back that space she put between us and then some. "Mel?"

Melody blushes, tilting her body a little and rocking herself. "Nothing!"

"Nothing," I scoff, nodding my head and looking to the side. Rubbing my jaw I turn my face back to her. Contemplating her demeanor.

I walk a slow circle around her, staring at her from all angles and making sure she hides nothing from me.

"There's that fucking word again," I say, tsking.

"I think I might need to give you a little education on it, so that maybe you can start using it correctly.

" I come to a stop directly in front of her, clearing my throat.

She blushes even darker, and her nipples get hard, poking through her dress.

"You want me to fuck you like you're nothing? Is that it?" I ask, tapping my hand on my arm as I force myself to wait. "Answer me."

"Yeah," she says, flicking her eyes to me and licking her lips.

"Maybe. Does it turn you off that maybe I'd want you to fuck me like I'm nothing sometimes?

I know you're more than capable." Her eyes leave mine to skim down my body, making my skin burn with need.

"You walk around everybody else arrogant, cocky, pissed off.

Like you have a chip on your shoulder." Her eyes flick back to mine, and I go very still.

"You give everyone bad boy Mason. Well, when is it my turn to get him? "

My cock twitches, and I feel that heavy feeling of arousal that's always inside me concerning her illuminating a bit brighter, needing to be satiated. "Your turn?"

"Yeah," she says with a bit of attitude in her tone. "I want you to force me to come over and over-"

"I already do that-"

"And I want you to wrap your hands around my throat and tell me how good it f-feels, and tell me that I'm your slut, and then I want you to fuck me until I fall apart…

" she trails off, blinking as if she's stunned she even said all of that.

Getting that embarrassed look on her face that I love so fucking much.

I keep my cool. "Hm," I grunt, narrowing my eyes at her. "Are you even aware that you've got no fucking clue what you're asking?"

Her chin lifts and the fire in her eyes is addicting, making my own flame spark. Her bravery only strokes my arousal .

"Yeah, I got an idea. I've watched p-porn," she stammers, making my lips twitch with amusement.

"Ahh," I sigh, putting my fingers to my lips and rubbing. "Honey, porn only shows you so much."

She rolls her eyes and scoffs. "Yeah, well, I guess I'll keep on dreaming then." There's a tense silence where she looks to the side, visibly switching tactics. "I'll let you know what I decide regarding Karissa. I'm going to bed."

I snatch her arm up, hauling her to me. She yelps and struggles against me, but I just tighten my hold on her. "I already told you what to do regarding Karissa, Melody."

"You can't tell me what to do!" she snaps.

I walk into her, fast, pushing her backwards until the backs of her thighs hit the end table. Her eyes widen, and she stumbles, falling back onto it and bumping the lamp to the floor with a loud crash. I bend down into her face, wrapping a hand around her throat and squeezing, ignoring her gasp.

"I'm done coddling you," I say in a rough voice.

My tone is clipped, my speech rapid. I'm obviously shocking her, and I don't give two fucks.

She wants bad boy Mason, then that's who she's going to get.

"I will give you all the leeway in the world, but when I ask something of you, I expect you to fucking show me some goddamn respect, wife.

You will not talk back to me right now, and you will not bring that whore into my house. "

I let go of her throat and slap her across the face. Not hard, but hard enough to know I mean business.

Melody's head snaps to the side, and her eyes flutter shut as she struggles to gasp for air, clutching at her throat with her hands. I let her suck in a full ragged breath before I throw her to the rug beneath us. She rolls to her stomach, but I use my foot and nudge her onto her back.

"You're going to learn your place tonight," I say, looking down my nose at her. "I'm not going to just fuck you like you're nothing; I'm going to break everything you are into little pieces and hand them back one by one only when it pleases me to do so."

She cries out, putting a trembling hand to her belly.

Stepping forward, I straddle her torso and then sit straight down onto her chest, being careful not to crush her. Her wide eyes meet mine, fearful.

Lustful.

I say the one thing I didn't think I'd ever find it within me to say to her.

"There's nothing about you that pleases me right now. So, it might take a hell of a long time for you to put yourself back together again. You want bad boy Mason so badly? You gotcha, sweetheart. You can have him."

I unbuckle my belt and pull out my cock.