Page 233 of Bound (A Faery Story 1)

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steel in his voice. “I’m not getting thrown out of my home, and we’re

not getting a divorce.”

“Meg, darlin’,” Cian said, obviously trying to defuse the situation.

“Why don’t we all sit down and calmly discuss this. We’re a family

now.”

“I’m not married to him,” Meg swore between clenched teeth.

Everything inside Beck was starting to boil. His hands twitched as

he attempted to gain control of the overwhelming desire to prove to

her who she belonged to. “Are you challenging my claim to you,

wife?”

“No, she’s not,” Cian tried.

“Like hell, I’m not,” Meg snarled.

“Back down, wife,” Beck commanded. He forced himself to hold

his ground when his every instinct told him to chase her down and

bend her to his will.

“Meg,” Cian said, looking into her eyes. “Don’t do this. If you

push him, he’ll break.”

Meg rolled her eyes. “No, he won’t. He’ll politely ask me if I

might, at some point in the future, maybe want to have lame, boring

sex with him. If I say no, he’ll slink away and go ask his cold

girlfriend if she’ll have very vanilla sex with him. I was wrong about

him. I thought he was a Dom, but he’s just a bully. He wants utter

control of my life without giving me anything back. Screw that,

Beck.” She turned the full force of her disgust on Beck. “I won’t do it.

I won’t live with you. I’ve finally found what I want. I want Ci. Cian

understands me. Cian gives me what I need.”

“No, he doesn’t, love,” Beck returned, watching her move. He

remained still, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. All thought

of doing this the easy way was gone now. This would go down hard,

and damned if he wasn’t looking forward to it. “He just plays at it. It’s

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