Sitting up, I look over to the double doors to the right that open, and my husband exits the en suite bathroom with a towel low on his narrow hips. I smile when his eyes meet mine.
“Good morning, little darling,” he says, walking over to me. Leaning over, he kisses my forehead while his hand goes to my stomach. “How do you feel?”
I always knew I wanted a family. Kids with a man who wanted me and our children. But I never stopped and thought about how much of a turn-on it would be for that man to ask such a simple question. Or how much my heart races when he touches me. “Good.”
His hand rubs gentle circles on my stomach, and I spread my legs for him. A playful smirk appears on his handsome face. “Does my wife want to be fucked?”
“Yes, sir.” I lift my hips, my hands going to my breasts.
He groans, his fingers lowering to run over my pussy. I’m already wet, needing him. “Beg me, Lake,” he commands, and I gladly oblige.
“Please, Tyson.” I kick the comforter off my legs, making sure nothing is in his way. His free hand comes up and wraps around my throat, pinning me to the bed but not cutting off my air. I wrap my hands around his wrist. “I need you.” Licking my lips, he enters a finger into me, and I lift my hips off the bed once again.
Removing it, I move onto my side, pushing my ass to the edge of the bed, hoping he takes the hint.
He laughs, and I’m not even ashamed of how desperate I am for him. He runs his fingers between my ass, applying pressure as he leans over the bed, his lips almost touching mine. “Want me to fuck that ass again, little darling?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my pulse racing at the thought. He told me in the bathroom at the Minson Hotel that I’d beg him to fuck me. “Please …” I wanted to laugh then, but I understand what he meant now because I would beg this man to do the most depraved things to me. I’d crawl on my hands and knees and beg him to make his little darling a whore.
“Do you want me to stretch it beforehand or make it hurt?” he asks, his finger moving to my wet pussy, and I groan, wanting more of him.
“Make it hurt.” I whimper the words, unable to hide my embarrassment. I loved the way he fucked my ass last time. Fuck, the humiliation that comes with it after he’s done with me. I know my husband will hold me in his strong arms and tell me how good I was for him.
I’m dying to be his good girl.
A knock sounds on the door, and I sag when he removes it, rolling onto my back. Grabbing a hold of the covers, he yanks the comforter up to my neck. I sit up, gathering the fluffy material, and hold it to cover my chest while he walks to the door, not worried that he’s only in a towel. Opening the door, I see Ryat standing there. “Everything is good to go.”
Tyson nods. “Give me ten.” He then closes the door, and I allow the comforter to drop to the bed, exposing my chest to him, hoping he gets the not-so-subtle hint.
“Does that mean you’re not going to fuck me?” I stick out my bottom lip. I know my husband, and he’ll want more than ten minutes in bed with me.
He chuckles, coming around and kissing my lips tenderly. “Always so fucking needy.” His hand drops to my breasts, and he pinches my hard nipple, making me gasp while leaning into him. “Later. I promise.” He pulls away and looks down at me. “I want to take my time using my wife.”
My cheeks flush, and my pussy clenches.Fuck, I’m so horny.Is it the pregnancy? The adrenaline from everything that’s happening? I don’t know but I also don’t care as long as he gives me what I want. “May I come with you?” I ask, knowing he’s going somewhere inside of Carnage with Ryat. He’s probably waiting outside the room for him.
“Not this time.” He shakes his head and I cross my arms over my chest.
“Are you going to see Whitney?” I wonder. The thought of him seeing her doesn’t sit well with me, no matter the situation. I trust my husband with my life. He’s earned that. But her? I no longer trust her and am afraid she’ll try to hurt him. Who knows what kind of plan she had with Luke and our brother that we aren’t aware of.
He was in the process of putting a T-shirt on but turns and faces me, his face giving nothing away. It makes me feel stupid that I even asked. Of course he’s going to. So I think of a reason as to why I would ask that.
“Will you get my collar back?” She already tried to take my ring. She doesn’t deserve anything that he gave me. It’s mine. He’s mine. I refuse to share with her. My entire life was altered after shedied, so I refuse to let that happen now that she’s decided to come back from the grave.
He arches a dark brow. “Missing your collar, little darling? That’s a surprise.” Walking back over to me, he grabs a hold of my chin and tilts my head back, my hands go to his wrists. He drops his lips to mine and kisses me, taking my breath away.
“It’s mine,” I say breathlessly, my heavy eyes opening to look up at him. “I want it back.”
He just smiles, finishes getting dressed, and leaves me. Lying down, I fan my arms out and let out a deep breath. I guess I can get out of bed and clean myself up. I’m starving and who knows how long he’ll be gone.
SIXTY-EIGHT
TYSON
Imeet Ryat outside of the bedroom door and we make our way downstairs to the basement where the Spade brothers took our guests late last night.
Opening the door, I find Luke tied down to the table with leather straps. His eyes are closed, and I wonder if he’s dead. When Lake and I finally returned this morning, we went straight to the bedroom. I was in the mood to fuck my wife, not torture this sorry bastard. I knew he would be waiting for me this morning.
Walking over to the countertop on the far wall, I pick up what I want, and I look up when the door opens to see Sin enter. “Saint said you’d be in here.”
