“I have to go,” he said definitively.
My stomach dropped. Now he didn’t want me?
I opened my mouth to question him, but he pressed his damp fingers against my lips. He lifted my chin, his eyes boring into mine. “Demand more for yourself, Juliet.”
What the fuck is going on?
“What…w-was this?” I stammered. Had he been testing me, and I failed? I was too easy? Not experienced enough?
He shrugged. “I told you there’d be a price for my help.”
It felt like the floor had opened under me and I was Alice tumbling into the void.
He strode from the room out of the back entrance without another word.
Angry, confused tears burned my eyes, but I swallowed them back, not willing to fall apart.
I’d barely stood and straightened my gown when the other door opened and my father walked in with a handsome dark-haired man who looked vaguely familiar.
“Kevin, this is my Juliet. Juliet, this is Kevin King.”
I could only stare at them for a horrifying moment, completely lost as to what to say.
Sorry, I thought the other guy was you and I let him go down on me and I’ve just realized I don’t even know his name and ohmyfuckinggod where are my panties?
EPILOGUECASIMIR
I’ve chosen my seat in the dingy bar carefully. I can see the entire room, my back is to a wall, and the low light of the place means no one is looking at me too closely.
Ruby sure as fuck doesn’t see me when she waltzes in an hour later. She’s dressed in a tiny red dress that barely covers her ass and has her tits threatening to spill out with every step she takes. No surprise that all eyes in the room are on her.
I sip my beer and watch her work. True to form, she’s opening herself up to whatever trouble comes her way. She leans on the bar, and her skirt rides up. My body goes tight. There’s nothing I want more than to stalk across the bar, toss her over my shoulder, and take her the fuck out of here.
That’s not the game we’re playing.
My hand drifts to the hilt of my knife. It’s all too easy to picture blood spraying the wall from the slit throats of every single person staring hard at the hem of her dress to see if she’s wearing any panties. She’s not. Even the hint of her pussy is more than I want to share with these fuckers.
But we’re not playing that kind of game tonight, either.
It’s a couple who catches her interest, because my girl does nothing halfway. The white woman is petite and even shorter than Ruby, a pretty brunette with a wicked smile and wandering hands. Her man is a white guy who’s muscle for the Sarraf family. I don’t know his name off the top of my head, but I’ve seen his picture in the dossier my family compiled before coming to Carver City. Nothing of note there, which means he keeps his head down and does his job.
I suppose there are worse options she could choose.
They take her to the round booth that’s a step up from the main floor. High enough that I can see under the table without trouble. Jealousy sinks into me, rooting through every part of my body as I watch the woman kiss Ruby’s throat and delve her hand between my woman’s thighs. The shadows are too deep to see her part Ruby’s pussy and press her fingers deep, but there’s enough movement visible that I know that’s exactly what she’s doing.
Ruby’s gaze cuts to the door, looking for me. Smug in the way of a brat up to no good. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m having trouble keeping still. I want to cross to her, flip the table, and . . . Nah, I want to fuck her on the table. To claim her in front of every single person here.
The enforcer cups her jaw and she covers his hand with hers. The giant ruby on her ring finger has me relaxing my grip on my knife. I promised no violence, promised to play the game we both enjoy, but fuck if it’s as easy as I expected.
I am who I am.
Watching my wife come at the hands of another does something to me, for me. She’s having the time of her life, but she keeps looking for me, anticipating the moment I put a stop to all this. A little game we’ve played out many times since she put on my ring and we exchanged vows.
Sometimes, I let them fuck her—or her fuck them, more accurately. Not tonight. I’m too fucking restless. But she hasn’t orgasmed yet, and I’m content to . . .
The enforcer reaches for the front of his pants and withdraws his cock. Without a goddamn condom. “Motherfucker.”
I push to my feet and reach their table in second. All three of them freeze. The enforcer goes pale and holds up his hands. “We didn’t know.”
“My ring on her finger.” I have my knife in my hand without intending to. I promised I wouldn’t spill blood, but fuck, it’s hard not to sometimes. “You.” I point my knife at the woman still plastered to my wife’s side, her hand still under Ruby’s dress. “Back off.”
Ruby shivers, her blush deepening even as she raises her chin. “Hey, baby.”
“Up. Now.”
The little brat doesn’t bother to do things the proper way. She just climbs onto the table, flashing her cunt at the poor assholes who thought they’d get a taste of it tonight, and crawls to me. Then she stands on the table and hops into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“Are you pleased with yourself?” I cup her ass and walk away from the table, ignoring the soft cursing of the enforcer. He’s not going to do shit and we both know it.
“I am.” She digs her fingers into my hair and her heels into the small of my back. “Fuck me, husband. Hurry.”
I carry her through the bar to the bathroom. The lock is broken on the door, but neither of us gives a fuck. My wife will come all the harder if someone does walk in on us. I set her on the counter and shove up her dress. She’s so wet, she’s glistening.
“Always so determined to give away what’s mine,” I murmur. The words are true enough, but I say them now because they get her off harder. I pull down her dress until her tits pop free. “No bra. No panties. You came here to fuck someone you weren’t supposed to.”
“No . . .” She’s breathing so hard that her breasts shake. “Maybe.”
I press close, enjoying the way she melts against me. It takes no time at all to get my cock out. She’s so damn sure she’s getting her way, but if there’s one thing we both love, it’s when I put my woman in her place. So I don’t take her mouth, despite her offering it to me. I don’t press my cock to her entrance and shove into her, reclaiming what she enjoys giving away.
Ruby reaches between us, but I grab her wrist and push it aside. She curses. “Hey!”
In response, I grip her jaw hard enough for my fingertips to dent her skin. “Baby, you know it’s not going to be that easy. Just like you know how to make this stop. Nod if you understand.”
Her eyes are wide and downright delighted. She nods, and I loosen my grip enough to allow the movement. “Good girl,” I murmur. “Now, you’ve pissed me off something fierce and you’re going to make it up to me. You know what I want.”
She moves with me as I ease back, sliding to her knees before me. I keep my grip on her jaw while she pulls my pants down further and wraps her fist around my cock. Only then do I move my grip to her hair, gathering it away from her face.
I love it when she sucks my cock. She always goes down on me like she’s mad at me, like she wants to suck my soul right out. This time is no different. Ruby takes me into her mouth in one long movement, until I hit the back of her throat. That doesn’t stop her, though. She hums a little and then she takes me deeper.