Page 15 of The Stallion (Men Under Revue #2)

Dallas

This woman had a vicious bite, compelling sass, and an intoxicating attitude that made her fun to chase.

I knew that drunkenly forcing her into this marriage from the start would be an unwise decision—establishing a relationship based on nothing more than lies and broken trust.

After Bria had signed the license and I’d escorted her back to her hotel room, I kept it instead of having it notarized, wanting her to make the choice with a sober mind.

Drunk, she was more than willing to give herself to me, but if there were ever a line that I wouldn’t cross, this was it.

While I had her sprawled across my desk last night, I wedged a tracker into the lining of her jacket. It wasn’t hard to slip it through the leather when she was busy writhing underneath me .

This way, when morning came and I needed to find her to seal the deal officially, I’d know exactly where to go. I just didn’t anticipate having to drive all the way to fucking Phoenix.

The MUR rules required us to live together like a typical couple, so simply marrying her on paper wasn’t going to be enough. Not to mention that she would need to complete a test similar to mine to solidify our marriage and her status within our secret society.

Because the members’ wives would know precisely what the MUR was and what we did, they needed to prove themselves loyal and trustworthy to uphold the organization’s secrets.

By spilling blood and completing their test—as required by all members—they were pledging their lives to the brotherhood as well as their husbands.

I observed Bria closely as she ran toward her friend. I knew it was an asshole move to pull—the marriage. But I wanted her as mine, and this was the only way I knew how to do it, given the limited time I had left.

I held the status and the title, and now I finally had the woman who could allow me to keep everything. All that was left was to get Bria through her single initiation test, and we were set for life.

She’ll probably hate me for a while, but I’ll change her overall attitude one way or another. I’ve got nothing but time with her by my side.

Bria rolled her shoulders as she approached the woman who had caught her attention, a gesture indicating that she was preparing herself for whatever was about to happen next .

I wondered if she would tell her friend what we had done—that she was now married, and I was here to take her home.

I wasn’t leaving Phoenix without my wife, even if that meant that I would have to tie her up and restrain her in the back seat of my car.

I’d do it without hesitation—she’d probably enjoy it, too.

As of last night, Bria was all mine—signed, sealed, and soon to be delivered.

There was no way in hell that she’d tell me no. Not to my face. Not when I knew that she wanted me.

Crossing my arms over my chest, I watched the two of them from where I stood; I could easily see their expressions and read their body language.

Bria’s friend looked somewhat distraught as she gestured to the space around her and then to her phone as if whatever they were discussing was a problem—and not a small one.

Hopefully, that problem wouldn’t be me.

I wish I could have been standing beside her right now, hearing this conversation firsthand. The woman’s exaggerated movements had me invested in whatever they were discussing.

Bria brought her hand up to cover her mouth in shock, and the longer she stood there, the paler her face turned.

After about fifteen minutes of them going back and forth, gesturing to their phones and nearly tearing their hair out, Bria hugged her friend tightly before leaving her behind and stalking back across the track to where she had left me to wait .

“What’s wrong?” I asked as she approached, knowing full well that it was none of my business to begin with. But I could see that she was visibly shaken and affected by whatever had been said.

“Nothing. I’ll do it. I’ll play the part. Just get me the hell out of here, right now. My suitcase is in Ash’s car; I can grab it on the way to yours.” Her voice was shaky and soft, barely above a whisper. And I could swear I detected a hint of anger and annoyance laced within her tone.

Bria stepped past me to pick up her speaker and towel from the grass, not even sparing a second to glance in my direction.

I chewed my cheek as I watched her intently before throwing caution to the wind, wrapping my arm around her waist, and pulling her into me.

This may have been a marriage of convenience—a way to keep my leadership position within Red Magic and the MUR—but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t care about her while we were together.

I wanted to know what was running through that troubled mind of hers. She was agreeing to come with me and make the marriage real, yet she was acting as though I hadn’t given her a choice—that I had forced her hand instead.

“Why don’t you just stop for a minute and tell—”

“No. You don’t get to ask me what’s on my mind, Dallas.

You tried to marry me while I was drunk; you followed me to Phoenix to collect me as if I were some lost bitch.

You don’t get shit from me right now.” Bria snarled as she glared menacingly at me before shaking out of my grasp and storming toward the field’s exit .

That was not the reaction I was expecting.

And here I thought she was upset, but evidently, she was more along the lines of pissed off than anything else. Interesting …

I scratched the back of my head before sliding my hands into my pockets, following her out of the stadium and into the parking lot.

I had parked my matte black McLaren 750S Spider with glossy cherry-red accents right outside the gate, thinking this would be a quick in-and-out job.

“Oh, let me fucking guess. That’s your car?” Her laugh was the epitome of sarcasm and judgment as she gestured her hand up and down in response.

That’s fine.

I deserved it.

She would hopefully cool down within the next five hours, and then maybe I could get my sweet girl to relax once we were home.

I had a few ideas in mind.

I liked my pussy with an attitude.

As I swaggered toward my car, Bria headed in the opposite direction to a grey Jeep, which I assumed belonged to her friend.

After unlocking and opening the driver’s door, I waited as she pulled her sizable black suitcase from the back of the SUV and then slammed the tailgate shut with so much force that even the doors shuddered.

The moment Bria reached me, she shoved the oversized luggage into my face before skirting around to the passenger side of my car, opening the door, and dropping her furious ass down into the seat .

Well, there goes my initial ‘what if she turns out to be a clingy psychopath’ idea. She might just kill me in my sleep tonight instead. Fuck…

Just when I thought this long ass five fucking hour drive was boring as shit alone, it was even worse knowing that I had my wife fuming in my passenger seat and couldn’t utter a single word to her.

I didn’t want to take the chance of somehow provoking her into opening the door and jumping out while we were going eighty on the highway.

That would be just my luck, too.

On the bright side, I could listen to music while driving. It helped with the silence that continued to build between us like a brick fucking wall.

As we crossed the Arizona-Nevada state border, “Natural” by Imagine Dragons started playing through the speakers, and I remembered why I was going out of my way to tie the knot with her.

Why I couldn’t just give up and let Bria go…

Why I needed this woman…

This marriage was strictly a means to secure my position in leadership.

I needed Bria because she was the only woman I had found in the last ten months who felt even remotely worthy of being called mine—out of all of them, she was fucking perfection .

Was I attracted to her? Without question, I’d be fucking insane not to be.

Did I love her? No?…

I was too focused on the bigger picture to sort out the finer details— like love .

Would it matter?

I sure as fuck knew she despised me based on her attitude alone.

It probably didn’t help that I trapped her into this marriage in the first place, and then, to top it all off, I—calling it like it is—stalked her from Vegas to the Arizona-U campus and whipped out our signed license like a collar and leash so that I could bring her back home with me.

What can I say? A man has his needs, and mine right now were resting between my sweet girl’s pretty, toned thighs.

I had a good feeling that by the end of this first week, I could have her crawling and begging for my cock. But until then, I would play things safe so as not to piss her off any more than I already had.

As Bria sat, closed off in her bubble of silent serenity, she was hyper-focused on her phone, typing away as if she were about to break the tempered glass with one incorrectly spelled word.

Thank God for autocorrect; it might have just saved that poor piece of technology from the wrath of my sweet, vicious girl.

Every text she received in response to the previous had her groaning and cringing to herself. She covered her face a few times out of what appeared to be sheer frustration .

I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through that beautifully fierce mind, but whatever it was, it made her more willing to leave with me than fight to stay behind.

“I have a wedding gift for you,” I hummed, attempting to bridge this gap that had formed between us—an olive branch.

This marriage would be hell for both of us if she didn’t come around anytime soon.

“I hope it’s not your dick in a box, because I’m not sleeping with you.” Bria clipped, her eyes never leaving her phone.

Well, fuck. There goes that plan.

“That’s not what I—”

“You’re a man who thinks with the object hanging between his legs.

It’s exactly what you were thinking, and right now, I don’t have the patience to deal with whatever trip you’re trying to send me on.

Whether it’s for power or pleasure…” Why was her attitude so fucking hot—at least she thought I was large enough to hang. “Separate rooms, separate beds.”

“Only if you tell me what happened back there.” I arched my brow in challenge, and with her lips parted for a comeback, Bria froze.

Whatever she had planned to say next died in her throat.

“I—You—Christ—”

“Dallas.” I reminded her with a bold grin that I couldn’t resist holding back. Oh, how I loved teasing her. “I’ll take that as a no, then? So, same room, same bed, wifey .”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

“Suit yourself, sweet girl.”

Bria growled with deep-seated agitation as I antagonized her for the last thirty minutes of our drive.

I take back what I said about leaving her alone.

Bria was too much fun not to piss off.