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Growling, I devour her lips, taking care not to hurt her. The hard bite on my lip makes me gasp as I open my eyes. Her gorgeous orbs glitter with mischief as she releases it.

“Two brats,” I rumble. “Come on, wife. I have to drop you off at the library.”

Tugging her out of the SUV with our bags, I don’t even bother to wipe my mouth. I’ll carry my fucked up lip like a badge of honor. My wife has a fire lit up inside of her, and no one can tell me differently.

Rachel Denton is a goddamned queen. If anyone can handle the Kings, it’s her.

CHAPTER 27

RACHELLE

Idon’t know what to think about my new husband. A part of me shivers when he calls me his, while another wants to pinch him in retaliation for making me feel things for him. I shouldn’t feel anything but loathing.

Mmmhmm, just that.

The room Jared deposited me in at the library is nice. It’s quiet, the door is locked with a little placard that says it’s occupied, and I’m tits deep in work. While paperwork was submitted to the online administrators and my teachers about my hospitalization, I still have a mountain of work to catch up on and firm deadlines.

Sighing, I type out my research paper, glad that I’m in the library with access to online journals and books. I’m enjoying my bubble of safety inside this room. While I can appreciate my new husband’s insistence that I get out into the world, my skin crawls at the idea.

Husband:

How are you doing?

Rolling my eyes,I glance at my new phone. The guys must have programmed their numbers in, and Jared is taking very large liberties with his name.

Me:

Just grand, thanks. I’m drowning in my history paper.

Husband:

I have one more class, and then I’m coming to pick you up for lunch. Tick tock. Get to work!

Me:

Then stop messaging me.

My lips curve into a smile,but I find that the time goes faster knowing that he’ll be coming to get me soon. I’m just finishing up the citing of my resources at the end of the paper when there’s a knock at the door before it opens.

I’m expecting Jared’s dark disheveled hair and dark eyes to appear, so my eyes widen in surprise when someone I don’t recognize strolls inside.

“Ah, can I help you?” I ask. “I think I still have the room for a while.”

“You’re in here all alone? Why shouldn’t you have to share?” the blonde guy asks, annoyed. “Fucking rich girls.”

“If you’d been nicer, I would have offered to share,” I say coldly. “Since you weren’t, you can turn yourself right around and see yourself out. Also, here is a parting gift: you get more with honey than whatever shit this is that you’re currently giving me.”

Before he can open his mouth, Jared is behind him tapping his shoulder. He’s a full head taller than this guy, and he has to look up to see him. It’s more difficult to be a shit when you’re clearly having Napoleon syndrome.

“Can I help you with something, or are you going to continue to insult my wife?” he asks.

“The librarian said there’s been a girl holding up the room all day,” the guy grumbles. “It doesn’t seem fair.”

“She has been in here alone, and it’s because people like you suck,” Jared says. “It doesn’t matter how many people are in a room when it’s reserved, because that’s what they’re meant for. Since she’s done now, you can have the room. Don’t insult people you don’t know, Carmichael.”

“I didn’t know you were married,” he mutters. “I honestly thought you were gay.”

I can’t help my giggle as I pack up my things, garnering his attention.