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“You sure she won’t care?” If he’s cheating on who ever she is… “She looked like she needed to talk to you before she realized you were busy.”

“Don’t you worry about that, wife.”

Wife again.

“But—”

“How are you still talking?” he asks, a hint of impatience finding its way to his tone now. “If your mouth was full of my cock, you shouldn’t be able to question me on this.”

God, I could so kill him right now?—

Too bad his knife is out of my reach, I can’t get to my gun, and he seems to think I won’t attack him while we’re in this room...

Okay. Let’s get this over with. Tomorrow is another day, and I’m not giving up on my revenge just because I failed once.

Remember. It’s just a blow job. It could be worse…

That’s what I tell myself as I go right back to it, sucking and teasing, stroking him roughly while nibbling along his shaft with the edge of my teeth. Only the memory of the stiletto’s point against my skin keeps me from actually biting him, but the pressure of my teeth is enough to have him bucking his hips just enough to be noticeable.

Now he is fucking my mouth, and by the time he’s grunting softly as the salty, warm spunk fills my mouth, I’m nothing more than a vessel to get him off.

Wife? What wife?

He jerks his hip again, his dick still in my mouth as he finishes coming. I’m sure my new husband would want his swallow, though I’d bet he’s expecting me to spit his semen on the floor. Nope. I’m not giving him any reason to threaten me again.

I swallow it, and though it’s not my favorite thing in the world to do, I manage to get it down without making a face at all.

Until he strokes the underside of my chin as he murmurs, “Good girl.”

Then? Then I glare up at him.

“There.” I snap. “Happy?”

“Yes,” he says bluntly. Dick. “Probably happier than my sister is, I’m sure.”

He’s such a fucking dick?—

Wait.

Sister?

That was his sister?

His sister walked in on me blowing Damien?

As he watches me closely, searching for a reaction, I wish I could pretend that I could give a shit about what she walked in on. If only. My cheeks heating up, I fall back a little, ass against my heels as I have only one thought:

Welcome to the fucking family, Savannah.

NINE

WHAT HAPPENS NOW

DAMIEN

Leaving my wife on her own after she gave me head is the last thing I want to do. I wasn’t kidding when I told her it’s my expectation that, now that she’s agreed to be my wife, she makes sure I go to bed satisfied. I’m more than looking forward to doing the same for her, and though I draw the line at taking anything from a woman that she’s not willing to give, the way she sucked me off in between telling me she hated me only makes me want to dominate her more.

But I can’t, and not only because she’s glaring at me as she wipes the corner of her mouth with her hand. Like a good girl, she swallowed ever fucking drop I gave her after I blew my load in her mouth, but the venomous expression on her gorgeous face warns me that she’s already plotting how she’s going to try to assassinate me next.

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