Page 17 of When the Last One Falls
“Considering what?”
“I called dibs on you, sweetheart,” he said, and my head reared back in confusion.
“What?”
“I get first crack at you,” he said, and then Rochelle’s words came flooding back.
“First crack at me?” I drawled out carefully.
“Kingston likes to share his pussy,” he said, echoing what I’d overheard earlier. “Rochelle Darling is the perfect party favor. Ask anyone.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I replied through clenched teeth.
“Nevertheless, when I heard that Kingston had gotten married, well….naturally, fucking his wife is a way better prize than fucking his mistress,” he went on, and I could actually feel my stomach turning in disgust. “When I told him that I wanted first crack at you, he agreed. Granted, he’d done it for a price, but he assured me that you were worth it.”
Anger was flooding every inch of my body. I never knew that a person could experience this level of rage, but I was experiencing it now. Brantley was renting me out to his business colleagues, something that Rochelle had been more than happy to participate in. Only, since I held the title of a Kingston wife, my worth was higher.
“Regardless of what my husband might have promised you, I’m not his to pass around,” I bit out. “I’m not a business deal bonus.”
His golden eyes raked up and down my body. “You look like one hell of a bonus to me.” Ares cocked his head. “Besides, if he’s not sleeping alone, why should you be?”
“And what makes you think that I’m sleeping alone?” I challenged.
“Because you wouldn’t be looking so gorgeously offended if you weren’t,” he answered. “Still, if groups bother you, it can be just you and me if you’d like. I’ve got a big dick, great stamina, and I can keep you cumming on my cock all night long.”
It was funny how things like that only sounded hot when you were attracted to the man. If you weren’t attracted to the man, it was offensive as hell and rather disgusting. No matter how hot Ares Cormac might be, I wasn’t attracted to him, so him talking to me like a disposable piece of ass was not flattering or sexy.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but if I need dick, I can get it on my own,” I huffed. “I don’t need to get it from my husband’s business associates.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that he still has Rochelle on standby, despite his marital status,” Ares chuckled. “She really does make the business meetings that much more pleasant.” He leaned in closer like a little kid sharing a huge secret. “That woman has no count limit. She’ll take as many cocks as Kingston orders her to.”
“Good for her,” I snapped, angry at everything. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time for me to leave.”
Ares leaned back and smirked down at me. “Ares Cormac,” he said, finally formally introducing himself. “If you ever change your mind or get tired of Kingston dipping his dick in every available pussy in Portal Lands while you sleep alone, call me.”
The humiliation felt like it was never going to end. It had started with our wedding ceremony, then the argument with his father, and tonight’s events were just a reminder that I was going to be made to look like the biggest fool on the planet being married to Brantley Kingston.
“Thanks, but like I said earlier, I can find my own dick if I need it.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, I threw some money on the bar, then did my best not to run out of the building. Calling on all my pride, with my head held high, I walked out of the building, sending Faron a quick text that I wasn’t feeling well and that I’d call him in the morning.
Hoping that a car was readily available, I planned on going back to the house, packing what was necessary, then going back to my condo. Lindsey and I could be roommates for a while, no problem.
No fucking way was I going to live out the next fifty years being Brantley Kingston’s whore.
Chapter 12
Brantley~
When I saw Keris at the bar, talking with Ares Cormac, anger quickly bloomed in my chest. He had no business talking with my wife, and when Keris walked off, heading towards the front doors, I looked back at Ares, and the motherfucker saluted me with a smirk on his face.
Fuck.
I quickly chased after her, damn near running behind her, and when I found her outside, she was already on the sidewalk, looking like she was going to walk home. I couldn’t imagine how furious she was to choose walking home when there were plenty of cars available to her.
“Keris,” I called out, but when she ignored me, I sped up until I had her arm in my hand, stopping her. “Keris, stop-”
Keris slapped me with enough force to snap my head sideways, and I could feel the immediate sting burning across my face and down my neck. Ready to unleash holy hell on her, I turned to look down at her, but I hadn’t expected to see her green eyes wet with unshed tears of rage.
