Page 47 of Sweet Surrender
“I definitely don’t want to be shared,” she said softly after a fewseconds of silence passed before her face lit up with malice. “I quite like the idea of pegging you though.”
I smiled and let go of her chin, relieved she wasn’t into the idea ofbringing someone else into the bedroom. “Like I said, if you want to peg me, I’ll let you, but if you get to fuck my ass, then I get to fuck yours.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle when the grin dropped from her face, anda flash of fear passed through her eyes. I found myself wondering if she’d ever tried anal with boring Liam. I knew the answer though without needing to ask.
“Eat your dinner, sweetheart. You’re going to need your energytonight.” I picked up my own fork and nodded to the plate she’d abandoned. She hadn’t eaten half of what was in front of her.
As her husband, it was my job to look after her, and one of the firstthings I was going to do was make sure she ate properly, not the fucking noodles she’d been living on.
“Oh, I’m full, thank you,” she replied, pushing the plate away.Annoyance sparked under my skin at her disobeying me. Perhaps the second thing I needed to do was make her learn that when I told her to do something, she needed to do it without question.
“You need to eat more than that, Savannah,” I scolded, my tone firm.“You haven’t eaten a decent meal in months.”
A small, bashful smile tugged at her lips before her gaze dropped tothe plate. “Yeah, this sure as hell beats living off noodles.”
Her brows pulled together as she stared at her food before her headsnapped up. I knew in an instant what I’d just said hadregistered.Not that I had any fucks to give, I wasn’t in the least bit remorseful that I’d been stalking her.
“Wait. How could you possibly know that I haven’t had a decent mealin months?” she asked hesitantly, the cogs whirling as she pieced the parts together. “Were you...were you watching me?”
I put my fork down, disappointed that the rest of the dinner was goingto be ruined by the inevitable storm heading our way.
“I’m a businessman,” I replied casually, trying to downplay thesituation. “I like to conduct thorough research before investing in something.”
“Conducting research? Bullshit! You were stalking me!” she shrieked,her voice turning high-pitched.
“Calm your hysterics,” I growled, not appreciating her drama.
She shot to her feet, her nostrils flaring with rage. “Don’t tell me tocalm my hysterics! You were stalking me! Do you have any idea…” she trailed off as her face whitened, and I wondered if she’d just realized I was behind her losing her car, her job, and her home.
“Oh, no. No, no, no, no,” she chanted, stepping away from the tableand beginning to pace. I leaned back in my chair and folded my arms across my chest, waiting for the accusation to come my way.
“Earlier, you said you weren’t a two-pump-chump like McAllister,” shemuttered, more to herself as she continued pacing. “You were talking about Trent, that’s his last name.”
Ah.
I wondered when she was going to remember that, I’d hoped I’ddistracted her enough by making her come that she’d forget I said it.
She stopped pacing before turning her murderous gaze on me. “Youwere there, weren’t you? I heard a noise, I thought it was something falling in my closet, but it was you, wasn’t it?”
Her face was now as white as a sheet, her features twisted indisbelief. I debated about how to answer, settling with being truthful, but trying to be delicate about it. But less than a second later, delicacy went out the window.
“Wasn’t it?!” she roared, banging her hands on the table and knockingover her wine glass.
I didn’t care how fucked off she was. I wouldn’t stand for her talking tome like that. Getting to my feet, I took two long strides to her. She held her ground though, refusing to back down and be intimidated as I towered over her.
“Yeah, sweetheart. It was me,” I said, keeping my voice low. “And ittook every part of me not to rip him off you and snap his neck for touching what belonged to me.” I reached out and wrapped my hand around her throat, just like I’d pictured doing to Trent time and time again, the only difference was that I wouldn’t hurt my sweet Savannah. “I told you, I don’t share. Even then, even though you didn’t know it, you were mine. You will always. Be. Mine.”
She shoved me away, snarling as tears welled in her eyes. “Youtold his wife. You had him followed, and had pictures taken.” It wasn’t a question, and I had no intention of denying my actions.
I snorted, my lips tugging into a malicious grin. “I warned him to stayaway from you. I warned him that I would destroy him if he went near you, and yet he ignored me.”
“You ruined their marriage-”
“He did that all by himself,” I interrupted, growing tired of talking aboutTrent fucking McAllister. “No one forced him to fuck those women, I just happened to help his wife discover what a lying piece of shit he was.”
She glared at me for a few seconds, her lips twisting into a sneer.“You’re sick, you know that?”
“I make no apologies for who I am, Savannah. When I wantsomething, I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. I would have thought you’d learned that by now.”
