Page 29 of Cruel Love
But the dress.
Fuck, the black dress.
It showed off every single one of Willow’s curves. Curves she’ddeveloped in the short time she’d been my wife and was eating three healthy meals a day.
The dress stopped above her knees, revealing her bare legs. Forthe first time since Willow had come into my life, an image of her legs wrapped around my head while I feasted on her delicious pussy sprang to mind. Something I could not let happen, because I knew, if I got a taste of her cunt, everything would change.
Tension filled the back of the car as Marco, my driver, drove usto the restaurant Kiera had picked out. Perhaps I should have insisted we traveled separately,thenI wouldn’t have been sitting there with an aching cock.
“Do you remember the rules?”I growled, breaking the silence butrefusing to look at Willow.
“Yes, Mr. Carter,”she replied softly.
“Tell me.”
“I will not mention Peartree House or the program. If I’m asked howwe met, I’m to make something believable up,”she said robotically, reciting the rules I’d snarled at her earlier with my hand wrapped around her throat.“If I am asked about the wedding, I’m to say we were married quickly because my papa was dying, and he wanted to make sure I would be taken care of. I’m to convince your sister and niecethatwe are a happily married couple.”
I grunted and turned to look at her. Fuck, with her lips painted bloodred, all I could think about was them wrapped around my cock.“Don’t fuck this up, Mouse.”
“I won’t, Mr. Carter.”
My jaw clenched, and once again my fists curled into a ball with thenext wordsthatcame out of my mouth.“Don’t call me Mr. Carter or Sir. Tonight, and whenever we spend time with Kiera and Billie, you will call me James.”
“Yes, Sir,”she replied, wincing when she realized her mistake.
Her error was enough to snap the tenuous thread holding my tempertogether. I launched myself out of the seat, grabbing her by the throat and pinning her against the door.
“Do I need to remind you what the punishment will be if you fuckthis up, Willow?”I snarled in her face.
“No…James. I’m sorry,”she said, her words garbled, and her collar pressing into her delicate skin.
“Tell me. Tell me what will happen, Mouse. I want to make sure youunderstand the consequences if you fuck this up.”
Her bottom lip wobbled as I released her throat fractionally, enoughso she could speak.“You’ll tie me to the bed and whip me until I can’t scream any longer, andthenyou’ll fuck my ass raw sothatevery time I move, I’ll remember what I did wrong.”
I released her fully and moved back to my side of the car, satisfiedthatshe knew what would happen if she misbehaved, and confident she would be on her best behavior.
But Christ, did I want her to fuck up.
Chapter 11
Willow
My entire body shook as I got out of the car. Whatever happened, Icouldn’tmess tonight up. With how venomous James was when he hissed his threat to me earlier, I suspected my life could be in danger if tonight was disastrous.
Not to mention my back was already riddled with scars aftercountless whippings from Ms. Milligan over the years. I didn’t want or need James adding to them.
Since James left my room after telling me about our dinner plans,and blocking my airway as he snarled his rules, my brain had gone into overdrive, worrying how the heck I was going to get through the night.
During my time at Peartree House, I’d watched the girlslearn to act, mastering how to fool people into thinking they were someone they weren’t. Although I’d never taken part in any of the classes, I’d watched from the sidelines, learning tips and tricks.
Tonight, I was going to have to put what I’d learned to the test.
My biggest issue to overcome would be my confidence. I was soused to being quiet and meek, and not able to make decisions for myself that it felt like a huge mountain to climb to be someone I wasn’t.
But I had to try.
“Ready?”James said when our car had come to a stop outside averyexclusive restaurant.
