Page 36 of The Stallion
“Oh, let me fucking guess. That’s your car?” Her laugh was the epitome of sarcasm and judgment as she gestured her hand up and down in response.
That’s fine.
I deserved it.
She would hopefully cool down within the next five hours, and thenmaybeI could get my sweet girl to relax once we were home.
I had a few ideas in mind.
I liked my pussy with an attitude.
As I swaggered toward my car, Bria headed in the opposite direction to a grey Jeep, which I assumed belonged to her friend.
After unlocking and opening the driver’s door, I waited as she pulled her sizable black suitcase from the back of the SUV and then slammed the tailgate shut with so much force that even the doors shuddered.
The moment Bria reached me, she shoved the oversized luggage into my face before skirting around to the passenger side of my car, opening the door, and dropping her furious ass down into the seat.
Well, there goes my initial ‘what if she turns out to be a clingy psychopath’ idea. She might just kill me in my sleep tonight instead. Fuck…
JustwhenIthoughtthis long ass five fucking hour drive was boring as shit alone, it was even worse knowing that I had my wife fuming in my passenger seat and couldn’t utter a single word to her.
I didn’t want to take the chance of somehow provoking her into opening the door and jumping out while we were going eighty on the highway.
That would be just my luck, too.
On the bright side, I could listen to music while driving. It helped with the silence that continued to build between us like a brick fucking wall.
As we crossed the Arizona-Nevada state border, “Natural” by Imagine Dragons started playing through the speakers, and I remembered why I was going out of my way to tie the knot with her.
Why I couldn’t just give up and let Bria go…
Why I needed this woman…
This marriage was strictly a means to secure my position in leadership.
I needed Bria because she was the only woman I had found in the last ten months who felt even remotely worthy of being called mine—out of all of them, she was fucking perfection.
Was I attracted to her? Without question, I’d be fucking insane not to be.
Did I love her?No?…
I was too focused on the bigger picture to sort out the finer details—like love.
Would it matter?
I sure as fuck knew she despised me based on her attitude alone. It probably didn’t help that I trapped her into this marriage in the first place, and then, to top it all off, I—calling it like it is—stalked her from Vegas to the Arizona-U campus and whipped out our signed license like a collar and leash so that I could bring her back home with me.
What can I say? A man has his needs, and mine right now were resting between my sweet girl’s pretty, toned thighs.
I had a good feeling that by the end of this first week, I could have her crawling and begging for my cock. But until then, I would play things safe so as not to piss her off any more than I already had.
As Bria sat, closed off in her bubble of silent serenity, she was hyper-focused on her phone, typing away as if she were about to break the tempered glass with one incorrectly spelled word.
Thank God for autocorrect; it might have just saved that poor piece of technology from the wrath of my sweet, vicious girl.
Every text she received in response to the previous had her groaning and cringing to herself. She covered her face a few times out of what appeared to be sheer frustration.
I couldn’t help but wonder what was going through that beautifully fierce mind, but whatever it was, it made her more willing to leave with me than fight to stay behind.
