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He adjusts me in his hold and snatches both of my wrists in one massive hand. “Your husband is going to flip when he sees this.” His face breaks into a wolfish grin. “If you want revenge, now is your chance. What do you say?”
“Revenge? Clearly, he enjoys watching.”
His feet come to a halt on the path beside the pool. “Huh. That makes sense.” He flashes that smirk again. “Must be why he doesn’t like me. He has a thing for brunettes.”
“You’re being a real dick today.”
“And you’re being a stubborn, pain in my ass.”
“Then leave!”
“Nah, I think I’ll stay and watch Ethan handle you. Sounds exciting. Maybe I’ll let him borrow a pair of my handcuffs.”
“He prefers a belt.” We cross the threshold, and I attempt to break free with wiggles, kicks, and elbows, but it’s useless. “You’re going to need those handcuffs to keep me inside this house.”
“Oh yeah?” That goddamn stupid fucking grin. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. What bed would you like me to handcuffyou to? My room has a fireplace and books. I’ll even leave one arm free so you can read.”
He heads toward his apartment, and I dig my elbow into his sternum.
“Keep fighting me, baby. You’re only earning me bonus points with your harem.”
I slump in his arms. “God, I hate you.”
He kisses my nose. “You can hate me in my bed. I like you feisty.”
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I drop the angry hellcat onto my bed, fully expecting her to jump up and claw my eyes out. For such a small person, Aurora is fierce when she’s mad.
Instead, she crawls toward the pillows and climbs under my covers. I was only going to handcuff her if absolutely necessary, but I didn’t expect her to obey.
Maybe she’s tired. She could use a nap.
One thing’s for sure, though—this will really fuck with my fantasies.
She crisscrosses her legs, gets comfortable, and raises her chin. “I read a true crime documentary where an undercover agent spent nineteen years with a woman. They got married and had a kid. All the while, he was investigating her father, and it was all part of his job. The marriage wasn’t even legal.”
Unsure where this is going, I fold my arms over my chest. I support the mission, but I draw the line at forced intimate relationships, and I’d never have a child with someone I didn’t intend to be with.
Why is she researching this stuff? I open my mouth to ask, but she continues.
“And you thinkI’msome diabolical mastermind taking advantage ofyou?” Her voice escalates, ready to tear me apart. “For what? I’m going to stroke your ego and play with your feelings so you’ll bring mefucking pastries?” she shouts then sucks in a breath, amping up for my next scolding. “You’re fucking delusional.”
Okay, she’s mad, mad. Angrier than I’ve ever seen her.
“Did you forget I had no idea who you were? I let you into my life. I trusted you—dependedon you. You lied to me aspart of your job,” she air quotes. “And I forgave you.”
She takes another gasping inhale, and I step toward her, ready to intervene.
“You’re in our house, included in our family. How dare you allow someone to say I’m nothing but pussy playing you? You’re not even getting any!”
Her voice cracks and her lip quivers, and without thinking, I’m in bed with her, boots and all.
“What are you doing?” she hisses and pushes at my chest.
I grab her wrists with one hand, holding them above her head, and yank the blanket over us with the other, trapping us in our own world. Per Jax, there are no cameras in the bedrooms, save for the nursery, but you never know with him.
