“Me?” Snapping her attention to me, she stares until I cast a glance her way. It takes everything in me not to laugh at the way her expression’s morphed into one of utter distaste.
“What the hell do you meanI’mnot ready? You ain’t ready for me.” Scoffing, she turns away from me in disgust.
“We’ll see about that, vicious one.” My tone drops low with promise.
“You started it,” she mutters, nervously plucking at the linen pants she has on. Clothes chosen and given to her by another.
“When we get home, remove those clothes.” I command turning my focus back to the road.
The instruction makes her fingers pause.
“Why?” she huffs dismissively. “So you can burn them?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.” I hate the fact that some other man dressed my wife.
“I like this outfit, Ti. It’s super comfy.” Pretending she doesn’t get the point is going to have me pulling over her claiming her before we make it to the house.
“Too bad.” I snap.
“Oh, come off it, Takashi. This is just you trying to establish your dominance over me. What do you think you need to prove?” She looks at me, then away, before our eyes have a chance to meet. Her lips tremble prompting her to bite them to stop thereaction. I miss none of her anger or how it’s even now tinged with resentment.
“Why the fuck would I need to establish dominance over what’s already mine? There is no part of your body or mind that I don’t command.” The surety of my words is met with a ‘humph’ by her, then silence.
I let the silence stand, focusing on the road. I turn on an audiobook I know she’ll enjoy it . We both enjoy fantasy, but recently she introduced me to SA Cosby, and I have been thoroughly entertained by his writing.
It’s nearingdusk when we arrive at my fortress by the forest. The subterranean garage illuminates the moment we enter. Pulling into the space, I cut the ignition, getting out the car, not breaking my stride going around to her side and opening the door.
“Welcome home,” I murmur sincerely, helping her out of the car.
Her gaze meets mine in a brief, fraught moment before skating away to take in my other cars. Closing the door, I circle her waist, leading her over the elevator leading to the main ground level of the house.
“I’m okay.” Pulling away, she proves me right by the way she wobbles.
“Sure.” Sweeping her into my arms, I stride over to the lift, depressing the button.
Not bothering to put her down, I step in, holding her until we reach the main level of the house.
“Good?” Looking down at the crown of her head, I wait for her look up at me. The nods a little not looking up.
Oh, she wants to play, I smirk, thinking to myself.
The doors open with a silent swoosh.
“Take that shit off, so I can burn it.” Stepping back, I give her room to do as I command.
“Boy, if you don’t get out of my face with that bullshit—” shoving past me, she heads farther into the house.
Reaching out blindly, I grip the material. Bridget twists hard, making the top rend.
“Oh well,” I quip, ripping the rest of the material away. Taking the other side, I also tear that from her body.
I don’t allow her the chance to react before I shear her pants off with my bare hands.
“Asshole.” She swears at me. Venom etching her gaze as she looks down at the tatters of the clothes some other man dared dress her in.
“You act as if you weren’t warned. Did you really think I’d let you wear something another man gave you in our fucking home?”
“You’re fucking insane.” Shaking her head, she backs away from me. “Deranged.”
