Page 22 of Bound to Him
“Where is my fiancé, Tucker?” The Texan drawl was deeper than ever, the words so thick I couldhearthe danger in them. My dick, the traitor, twitched harder. No. We weren’t doing this. Not with a man who enjoyed watching people kill each other.
Tucker swallowed, and the moment his eyes flicked to me I knew I’d been burned, even as he said, “I don’t know, sir.”
The laughter from Alton confirmed what I knew as true, but I waited anyway. “Keep your eyesoffhis naked body,” he growled out.
Tucker backed away and it was my signal to run again. I didn’t get far. As soon as I started sprinting, Alton grabbed me around the waist. Like it was nothing at all, he hauled me up and over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, as if he’d been waiting for me to attempt to escape. I yelled, but I didn’t kick because my precious dick was pressed against his shoulder, and I didn’t dare do anything that could make me hurt.
“Let me go, you monster.” I punched at his back, but he laughed harder.
“Thank you for your help, Tucker. You will never mention to anyone you saw my fiancé naked, or I will cut out your tongue, do you understand?”
Tucker made a nervous sound. “Yes, sir. Have a good night, sir.”
“Tucker, help me!” I shouted at him.
When Alton turned us so he could walk out of the kitchen again, Tucker mouthed “I’m sorry” at me as we left. I glared at him until we were at the left-hand stairs and I couldn’t see him anymore, and then I huffed.
“If you think I’m going to make this easy on you, think again,” I said, although there was no real fire in my words. I wasn’t stupid, and I would never risk my siblings’ lives. Alton knew that, and so did my parents. Acting like this only made me feel more like a child than an adult. Except for my one brave moment when I went to art school, I’d always done what my parents had asked of me my entire life, nothing more than a puppet for my dad. Now I was in the controlling grasp of another man, one even more dangerous than my dad, and he wanted more from me. He wanted my hand in marriage and my ass. The scariest part about it was how my body reacted to his closeness, like Iwantedhim to maul me and fuck me until I was nothing but a well-used husband for his pleasure.
“I do enjoy a challenge.” Alton took the steps with ease, my extra weight on him not a hindrance at all. I almost wanted to ask him how much he lifted at the gym, but I kept my mouth shut.
When he got us to the bedroom, he walked me straight to the bathroom and dropped me on my feet. I glared at him, and he grinned.
“Go ahead and shower,” he demanded.
“No.” I crossed my arms, ignoring the prickles of cool air against my skin and my obvious nakedness. He wasn’t going to scare me. “I don’t want a shower anymore.”
He blinked at me, and then that smile turned wicked. The goose bumps on my arms weren’t from the air, but rather the way he looked at me like I was food and he was a hungry bear. “You will take a shower, Noah, or I will force you in there and join you.”
“Are you my mom now?” I snapped, embarrassment curdling in my gut, along with the desire I was trying very hard to ignore. I’d put off having sex with Christian because I wanted to lose it after marriage, and all that planning had been thrown out the window. I was going to be fucked by a husband I didn’t want tomorrow night. “Because let me tell you something, she never cared about her kids.”
He tilted his head slightly, his ginger hair looking brighter as the light caught in the strands. “I’m sorry to hear that. Get in the shower.”
“Do you get off on ordering me around?” I asked, before I could stop myself. My gaze slid down his wide upper body to his crotch, where his dick made a bulge in his jeans. “You do.”
“Don’t throw a hissy fit.” The skin around his eyes crinkled when he smiled again. “You’re naked in front of me, and you’re mine. You will be my husband tomorrow.”
“I’m not,” I argued, but the retort sounded weak, even to my own ears.
He leaned back against the sink and crossed his arms, the material of his black shirt stretching across his hard muscles in a way that drew my eye. “Not what? Pitching a hissy fit or going to be my husband?”
I winced and glanced at the shower. It would be easier to do what he said, but a rebellious streak inside me had me frozen in place. “Hissy fit. Unfortunately I don’t get a choice about the husband thing. Are you happy that you tricked me into this?”
“Rule number one in business, Noah, never trust the other person. Always read the contract, even when they tell you not to.” The lines on his face hardened. “Even if he’s your father. Trust is earned.”
I licked my dry lips and sighed. “I don’t care about business. I don’t want to go into my dad’s company.”
“If I have it my way, you won’t,” he drawled with a smirk.
It took me a moment to connect the dots, but my eyes widened when I did. “Is that what this is really about? You want in on the business?” I laughed at the absurdity. All this marriage stuff just for my dad’s company? Ridiculous. “You can have it. I don’t want it.”
“I think your father would disagree with that.” He waved at the shower. “In.”
I glanced toward the glass door that kept me from the stone-walled shower and its pretty silver fixtures. While I was used to having the finest of everything, not even our home compared to Alton’s.
“Are you going to watch me?” I asked, secretly thrilled by the idea. What had I become? This was not me at all. I’d never imagined myself as the type to get excited by the thought of someone watching me. Even Christian said I was vanilla.
“Yes,” he said matter-of-factly.
