Page 45 of Cruel Love
At the smug smirk that pulled on his lips, my hand curled around myglass so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t crack.
“You know,”he continued, tapping his lips. The fucker knew he waspressing my buttons and wanted a reaction from me. He was shit out of luck though, I wasn’t going to give him one.“When I take the seat, maybe I should claim Willow. I like my women submissive, and she seems very well trained.”
My jaw clenched, and I bit my tongue to the point I tasted blood tostop myself from retaliating. As much as I wanted to knock the cunt out, I was beholden to the rule of not injuring another Legion member.
“Let me ask you something, cousin to cousin,”he said, leaning intome.“What does her cunt taste like? I bet she tastes sweet like candy. And what about when she comes? It’s always the quiet ones that end up being screamers.”
Before I could stop myself, my hand whipped out and wrappedaround his throat, rules be fucking damned.“My wife is none of your goddamn business,”I growled, my voice low and deadly as my hands ached to snap his neck.
Elijah’s brows rose as he chuckled, adding to the fury rampagingthrough me.“Oh, James. You’ve never made her come, have you? You’ve got no idea what her tight little pussy tastes like, or if she grunts like a pig when she comes.”
He ripped my hand from around his throat, wisely taking a step back.With the way the whirlwind of anger was tearing through my body, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stop myself from plucking his eyeballs out, rules be damned.
Don’t react.
Don’t react.
That was the mantra that played in my head as I desperately tried tocalm myself, not helped when Elijah put his hand on my shoulder.“Don’t worry, cousin. When I’m head of Legion, I’ll take Willow as well. I’ll show her what it’s like to be with a man who knows how to make her squeal.”
His booming laugh echoed around the room as I shrugged his armoff my shoulder, downing the remainder of my drink and slamming my glass down on the bar. Elijah’s dark chuckles followed me as I stormed from the room and headed upstairs, ready to unleash my rage on the only person who could take it.
Chapter 16
Willow
Itossed and turned, unable to get comfortable in bed from where myscars still felt like they were burning. I’d taken a cold shower, hoping that would help cool my inflamed skin, but it didn’t help.
Knowing sleep wouldn’t come, I laid on my stomach, my head buriedin my folded arms as I waited for James to come to the room and inevitably demand to have sex with me.
Although maybe he wouldn’t. It’d been hours since he’d found me inthe hallway with his mom, maybe he didn’t want to share a bed with me and had found somewhere else to sleep. It wasn’t like we had ever shared a bed before, why would tonight be any different?
Trying to ignore the stabs of pain in my back, aggravated by thenightdress I was wearing, I let my mind wander to the moment I ran into James’ mom.
I didn’t know who she was when I first saw her. She’d come out of aroom, and I’d asked her if she could tell me where James’ bedroom was. She’d spun around, her eyes widening as if she’d seen a ghost as she took me in.
I hadn’t been prepared for her to suddenly bolt toward me, her mouthopening and noises falling out, none were comprehensible, but I was certain she was trying to tell me something. What though, I had no clue.
When I couldn’t grasp what she was trying to say, she grabbed me infrustration, pushing me back against the wall, and sending fire burning through my body, taking my breath away.
I tried to ask her to let me go, but she kept repeating the same noiseas if she was desperate for me to figure out what she was saying.
Of course, when James found us, he blamed me for upsetting her.It was, perhaps, the strangest interaction I’d ever had, and I hoped I wouldn’t have to see James’ mom again. The wildness in her eyes unsettled me, more than Eric or Elijah had at dinner.
Doing my best to push James’ mom from my head, I closed my eyesand waited for sleep to come, but the door swinging open, and slamming against the wall loud enough to wake the whole house, had me bolting upright, trepidation instantly flooding my body.
Like a hurricane, James swept into the room, fury rolling off him inwaves. I’d never seen him look so mad. He marched toward the bed, his customary snarl on his lips.
“Mouse!”he bellowed.“I won’t be fucking mocked, not by that cunt ofall people!”
My brows furrowed in confusion, but even if I was allowed to ask whathe was talking about, I wouldn’t have had time to get the words out. Like he’d done on occasions before, James grabbed my ankles, and pulled me down the bed, the burning in my back dulled only by the fear gathering in my bones.
I braced for him to flip me over and thrust inside of me,knowing that this would hurt more than any time before, but it didn’t come.
Not yet, anyway.
Instead, James ripped his shirt off, having ditched his bow tie andjacket somewhere. Without meaning to, my gaze trailed down his body, admiring his defined pecs, and sharp six-pack, along with the enormous tattoo.
The monster was an adonis.
