Page 22 of Wicked Reign


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“I’ve got so much money it’s ridiculous, I can pay. Letttt mmeee.”

Eventually she relented. “I’ve got to get a job.”

“My jewelry store manager….just quit on me,” I said. “Come work for me at the Magnolia Bloom.”

Elana hiccupped again and laughed. “You’re fucking Santa Clause.”

In surprise, she covered her mouth. This woman was very lady like, never cussed. Heat crept into her face. “I can’t believe I just said that.”

“You are a goddess, Elana. Don’t let anybody tell you different. Not even Nathan.”

“I won’t,” she murmured.

Our Ubers arrived within minutes of each other and we said our goodbyes. By the time I walked into the house Thierry was propped up on a pillow in bed reading; Tibs was nearby and awake. We made eye contact, but I didn’t say anything to him.

My heels made athunkas they hit the carpeted floor. Padding over to Tibs, I leaned over him and the moment his pretty grey eyes hit mine, he smiled.

“And you should be asleep, Mister,” I told him. “Were you waiting for mommy?”

“He and I both were waiting,” came the sultry voice of my husband from where he was sitting.

I kept on ignoring him and cooing at our child. Tibs gurgled at me, his little arms moving and trying to grab at my tresses. Suddenly, I was flying backwards, and the room threatened to spin as I landed on my back. The mattress caught me.

Thierry loomed into view. “Where the fuck have you been at?”

I gave a half laugh. “Is that really, any of your business?”

“You smell like whiskey,” he sniffed the air.

“And?”

“Were you with him?”

“With whom?”

“Don’t play fucking stupid with me, Tesoro,” he growled, still hovering above me. “I’ll know if you fucked another man?”

“Thierry, get the fuck off me,” I whined.

We starred at each other, and the room seemed to be shrinking, it was just us. The light in the room also seemed to grow dim and the room started to spiral just a little faster.

For long minutes we continued the glare down because I could not and would not let him win this battle, and then he did the unthinkable. His movements were clean and fluid. He forced clothing from my body. Followed up with even more sheer force, he tore the silk panties I’d been wearing away from my body and then he dipped his head lower and sniffed.

It shouldn’t have turned me on.

It shouldn’t have made me want him to lick every inch of my pussy, but it did.

A slight whimper escaped from between my lips as Thierry’s soft breaths blew across the sensitive lips between my legs. I was just about to bury his face in my snatch when Tibs lets out a loud shriek. We both snapped to attention and immediately and rushed to his side.

He had started to vomit, and I had never felt as helpless as I did in that moment. I was frozen in fear, pointing but no words would escape. Thierry finally scooped him up, turning him over and helping to free up his airway.

“Shh, there, there,” Thierry said gently patting his back. “Papas got you.”

Tibs coughed just a bit and it turned in a howl as he began to breath. My stomach wrenched with pain, and I felt like a complete failure. It was only when we had settled down and crawled into bed did, I let out a sigh of relief.

“I’m actually glad you were here for once,” I lay back starring at the ceiling.

“Me too, Tesoro. But don’t think I’ve forgotten about earlier,” the moment his tone changed I knew.