Chapter 16
My body overheating woke me up. I’d gone to bed in a robe becauseaside from my wedding dress, I couldn’t find any of my clothes, the sexy underwear included.
Pissed at Nash’s confession that he’d seen me having sex withTrent, I’d decided that I didn’t want him seeing me naked, he’d violated me enough as it was. I’d made sure to tie the belt up tight and wrapped myself in the covers, a decision I was now regretting with how hot I was.
But as I sat up, a twinge of pain shot through my neck, and a familiarbrain fog descended, making me disoriented. I took a deep breath hoping to stop the nausea churning when the memory from the night before of Nash stabbing me in the neck flashed into my mind.
The fucker had drugged me.
Again.
Ignoring the ache in my head, my gaze snapped to the other side ofthe bed, ready to give Nash a piece of my mind but finding the space empty. He’d evidently slept there though given the dent in the pillow and the ruffled sheets. As I stared at the space, his muffled voice drifted through the door, sounding like he was talking to someone.
I fully intended on having a little chat with Nash about his drugginghabit, but first, I needed to get out of the robe before I overheated and passed out.
Slowly getting out of bed, I made my way on shaky legs to theensuite, relieved to find the belt holding my robe together was still tied in a double knot. The thought that I’d been unconscious and oblivious to Nash doing whatever he wanted to my body didn’t sit well.
Surely he wouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was in such avulnerable state, right?
But that question was answered when I undid the belt and pulled myrobe open to find dried come stains over my breasts, stomach, and to my horror, my pubic hair.
“Motherfucker!” I screeched, as pure white rage swept through me.
Without giving it a second thought, I stormed out of the bathroom andbedroom, not bothering to tie my robe back up.
Following the sound of Nash’s voice, I burst into the office off themain living area.
“What the fuck is this?” I demanded, holding my robe open when Ifound him sitting at the desk in front of his laptop.
“Excuse me a minute,” he said, talking to the screen before his headtwisted to where I was standing. His eyes filled with lust as they roamed over my exposed body. “It looks to me like my wife’s beautiful body,” he replied without a hint of remorse in his tone.
“I’m talking about the come stains all over me!” I roared, waving myhand in front of me. “You drugged me and then had sex with me while I was unconscious!”
His eyes narrowed on me before turning back to the screen. “Sherry,I’ll call you back.”
A flash of embarrassment coursed through me as I realized Nash’sPA had heard me accuse him of having sex with me. I’d asked him if she was his mom after the wedding ceremony as we made our way back to our suite, he’d corrected me, telling me Sherry had worked for him for a number of years.
Nash stood, and prowled towards me, his lips twisting into adisapproving sneer. He had a way of doing that, stalking towards me like I was a little mouse about to get eaten by a tiger, and every part of me wanted to cower away from him.
But I refused.
“Let me ask you something, sweetheart,” he said, his tone full ofmenace as he stopped in front of me. “Is your cunt sore? Can you feel me between your legs every time you move?”
Even though Nash had violated me while I was unable to doanything about it, guilt washed through me at my accusation. The honest answer was no, there was no ache between my legs to indicate he’d spent the night buried deep inside me, and at that realization, guilt turned to disappointment.
Christ, there really was something wrong with me.
My cheeks heated, and unable to look at him, I tore mygaze away and wrapped my robe around myself, folding my arms around my stomach to keep it from opening again.
Nash roughly gripped my chin, turning my head to make me look athim, a smug smirk now pulling at his mouth.
“That’s what I thought.” He paused as he moved his face closer, hislips mere inches away from mine making my breath catch in my throat. “Let me make one thing clear, sweet wife. When I eventually fuck you, it’ll be when you are wide awake so you can feel every inch of me. I want you conscious so you can scream my name when I make you come, and I want you wide awake so you know who caused the ache between your legs.”
His eyes dropped to my parted mouth, and my heart began to thud inmy chest. The last thing I wanted was for Nash to kiss me, yet every part of me silently begged him to.
After a few seconds, he let go of my chin, chuckling as he took a stepback, and as he did, my lungs remembered how to work.
Shame my mouth didn’t remember how to function though. Curses andinsults were lodged in my throat, refusing to come out because all I could think about now was what it would feel like if Nash were to fuck me.
“We’ve got a busy day ahead of us, so if I were you, I suggest you goand shower,” he said, returning to his desk and opening his laptop before pausing to look back at me. “Unless of course, you want to spend the day covered in my come?”
News had broken that America’s most eligible bachelor was no longeron the market. Whispers and curious stares followed us as Nash paraded me around at the pre-opening party at Onyx, his and Fox’s newest casino which was due to open in a month.
I was doing my best to ignore Nash, but it was damn hard with theamount of people gushing about how happy they were for us, and how they wished us a happy life together. My cheeks ached from the fake smile I’d been wearing for the last two hours.
If only they knew the truth; that I was still pissed at him for druggingme, and all through my Hollywood wax, I spent the entire time cursing him internally and thinking about all the ways I was going to instigate my plan to end this sham of a marriage.
It was simple. I needed to get Nash to hate me. Why would hewant to stay married to a woman he hated?
It was by no means a foolproof plan, but it was all I had, and I wasgoing to make damn sure I did everything in my power to make Nash hate me.
And there was no better time than right then to instigate my plan, starting with embarrassing him at this event, where journalists from all over the globe were in attendance to see the new Carson-Fox casino.
But it was easier said than done. Despite thinking Nash was thebiggest prick going, I couldn’t help but admire him. Not just with how damn hot he looked in his tux, but with the way he conducted himself when giving interviews about the casino.
He was charming, but not arrogant. Funny, but not offensive. Flirty,but not lecherous.He had women, and men, for that matter, eating out of the palm of his hand.
Whenever he was questioned about me and our sudden wedding, he would turn to look at me with dreamy eyes, and harp on about how I’d changed his life, and he was the happiest man in the world.
It was ridiculous, yet I found myself hanging onto his every word.
Worse than that though, was how every so often, a woman wouldapproach Nash, and act like I wasn’t there, even though he hadn’t let me leave his side since we’d arrived.
The women, all of whom were gorgeous and stick thin, would battheir lashes at him, and giggle like a teenage girl if he said something funny, and a streak of jealousy would rush through me. My entire body would tense up, including my hand. Of course, Nash noticed owing to the satisfied grin he kept throwing my way.
I did my best to ignore the jealousy, but as the champagne continuedto flow, jealousy turned to anger. But anger was good. Anger reminded me of my game plan, and there was no time like the present to implement it.
For the past few minutes, Nash had been talking to a journalist who’dintroduced herself to me as Marie Gordan. She’d given me an expectant look as if I should have known exactly who she was, but I didn’t have the first clue.
Nash was familiar with her though, they addressed each other bytheir first names, and she kept stroking a hand down his arm, pissing me off every time she did it.
I briefly wondered if he’d slept with her, but I quickly shut the thoughtdown. It didn’t matter if he had, or if he did in the future, it was none of my concern.
At least, I tried to shut the thought down, but as they continuedtalking, and she continued her brazen flirting, ignoring me standing next to him with my hand in his, the jealousy churning in my body grew to epic proportions.
“I have to say, Nash, I didn’t expect you to settle down. It all seemslike such a whirlwind,” she said, with fake sincerity in her voice. “Tell me how it happened so fast, and can we expect another announcement soon?”
Her gaze finally fell to me, only it dropped down to my belly beforecoming back to meet my eyes, a perfectly sculpted brow raised in question.
Holy shit. Did she think we’d had a shotgun wedding because I wascarrying Nash’s baby?
Also, how fucking rude.
I was way curvier than her, I knew that. She’d managed to squeezeher stunning figure into the tightest black mini-dress known to man, and looked fantastic in it, helped by the five-inch stilettos she was wearing to flaunt her long, toned legs.
Meanwhile, I was wearing a long red dress which was a little on thesnug side, especially around my hips, ass, and belly. No wonder she thought I was already beginning to show a baby bump.
Nash chuckled from beside me, pissing me off more than I alreadywas. As the asshole opened his mouth to set the record straight, that I wascategorically not pregnant, I cut him off, unable to hold my tongue any longer.
“Actually, he blackmailed me into marrying him. I didn’t have achoice, not if I wanted death on my conscience.”
Nash’s hand squeezed around mine as his body tensed, and the fakesmile Marie was wearing dropped as she looked from me to Nash, her beady eyes narrowing in curiosity.
Nash cleared his throat, still squeezing my hand almost to the point ofpain. A warning if ever there was one. “I confess, I did blackmail her,” he said, shocking me with his admittance of his crime. He dropped my hand before wrapping his arm around my waist to pull me closer to him. “I told her she had to marry me because if I didn’t make her my wife straight away, I wouldn’t be able to survive another day.”
He paused and turned to face me, cupping my chin, and staring downat me with nothing but love in his eyes. “I told her that if she said no, my heart would break into a million pieces and would never repair. I told her that I was addicted to everything about her. The way she smiles, the way she smells, the way she tastes. And I told her that if she said yes, and made me the happiest man alive, I would spend the rest of my days worshiping at her feet.”
His voice was soft, adoring, and the more he spoke, the more myheart raced from the sudden charge of electricity around us. I knew he was lying, he had never uttered those words to me, butI couldn’t stop my head from spinning, wondering if what he’djustsaid was how hereallyfelt about me.
“Oh, Nash. That’s so romantic,” Marie purred, her eyes filled withlust for him.
“What can I say? My wife brings out the softie in me,” he replied, allhint of emotion now missing from his tone. “If you’ll excuse us, there’s something we need to do.”
Without waiting for her reply, Nash grabbed my hand and marchedme across the room, making it damn hard to keep up in my new Christian Louboutin heels I was wearing.
Ignoring everyone who was trying to catch his attention, Nash keptleading me to the other side of the room, and when we reached a door, he pulled out a key card and swiped it through the card reader.
He pushed the door open and pulled me into a deserted corridor.As soon as the door closed, Nash shoved me against the wall and grabbed my hands.He pinned them above my head with one of his hands, the other he used to hold my chin, and as he held his firm body against mine, his hard cock pressed against my belly.
I didn’t know if I was horrified or turned on.
“I suppose you think you’re funny?” he hissed, his face an inch frommine. His addictive scent hit my nose, making my heart race faster than it already was.
“What, by telling the truth?” I replied, raising a brow, and trying to holdmy nerves. The champagne was giving me confidence that ordinarily, I wouldn’t feel around this man.
“Do you know who she was?” Taking my silence as a no, when he should have taken it as ‘I don’t give a shit’, he continued. “That was Marie Gordan, she writes for Entertainment Weekly, and she isn’t afraid to take the slightest bit of dirt and turn it into a fucking landslide.”
His tone was full of venom, not toward me though. It was obviousnow we were away from her that Nash hated the woman.
“Perhaps you should have thought about that before blackmailing me,darling husband,” I replied, giving him a saccharine smile.
He glared at me for a few seconds, his silvery eyes darkening beforehis lips curled into a devilish smile, sending a tremble through my body.
Without warning, he dropped my hands and spun me around,pushing my chest into the wall, and pinning me again with his body. I braced my hands against the wall to try and push away, but he was a solid mass behind me.
“I had a feeling you were going to misbehave today,” Nash whisperedin my ear, his tone full of wicked promise, and his hands gripping my waist. “Lucky for you, I have means of making you behave.”
“I’m not a dog, Nash,” I snapped, ignoring the way my core wasbeginning to pulse from his words, and the way his hard length pressed against my ass. Even with the hate I felt for this man swimming in my veins, he still managed to pull a visceral reaction from me.
Damn him.
He nipped my earlobe. “Sweet Savannah, I assure you, you are not adog. But you are mine to do with as I please, remember that part of the deal?”
I swallowed nervously, all too aware of the deal I’d agreed to.
Nash chuckled, his broad chest brushing against my back. “Ofcourse, you can always defy me. I’m sure Liam wouldn’t mind a broken leg or two.”
My body froze, and my eyes closed as an image of Liam screamingin pain, and unable to walk flashed into my mind, reminding me that I had no choice but to do as I was told.
Nash had turned me into his puppet on a string, and I was powerlessto do anything but go along with his commands.
“Thought so,” he murmured.“Now, be a good girl and spread yourlegs, sweetheart. Let me show you exactly how I plan to make you behave.”
Hating him, but hating myself more for being curious as to whathe had planned, I moved my legs apart, flinching when his warm hands landed on either thigh. They glided up my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he lifted my skirt until his palms were cupping my ass.
“This ass is so damn perfect,” he said,squeezing it firmly. “I can’t wait to fuck you here.”
My breath caught in my throat. Oh god. Was he going to fuck my asshere and now? I wasn’t ready for that.
Liam and I had tried anal once, but it was too painful, and after only aminute, we gave up and never tried again.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he said, sensing my rising panic. “I’m not goingto fuck your ass now. I want to claim your pussy before I claim your ass. Besides, that won’t make you behave for the rest of the party.”
Sliding a hand between my legs, Nash moved the material of theflimsy panties I had on to one side, and without warning, he plunged a finger into my pussy all the way to his knuckle, and making a gasp leave me.
“So wet,” he said appreciatively, pulling his finger out before sliding itback in. “Does the thought of me controlling you like this turn you on, sweet Savannah?”
I wanted to tell him no, but the evidence was obvious. I was turnedthe hell on, and the more he kept thrusting his finger into my core, the more I wanted from him.
A second finger joined the first, while his thumb rubbed over and overmy clit, and for a minute, the only sound filling the corridor was my breaths getting heavier as Nash brought me to the brink of an orgasm.
I wasn’t mad at him in that moment. Not for drugging me or forcoming over me while I was unconscious. Not for blackmailing me. Not for threatening Liam. All I wanted was for him to push me over the edge with his skilled fingers when abruptly, he pulled them out of me.
“Wh...why did you stop?” I asked, breathless and disappointed.
The sound of sucking came from behind me, and I turned my head tofind Nash sucking on his fingers, tasting me, and his eyes filled with blazing heat.
“Because I don’t want you to come yet. I told you, if you can’t behave,then I’ll have to make you.” He held my eye as he reached into an inside pocket of his jacket before pulling something out.
My gaze dropped to what he was holding, and my eyes widened as anervous excitement flooded my body.
I wasn’t a virgin when it came to sex toys. I used to have a vibratorbut when it broke a few months ago, I couldn’t afford to replace it, so I’d had to make do with my fingers if I wanted to get myself off.
But I’d never used something like that before.
The toy was hot pink, curved in a C, with one end round andbulbous, while the other end was thin.
Without saying a word, Nash crouched down behind me, sliding mypanties down to my knees, before nipping at my ass cheek, and making me yelp.
Seconds later, he pushed the larger end of the toy into my pussy,making my hands fist against the wall as they searched for something to grab onto. The toy felt heavy inside me as it pressed against my internal walls, but fuck, did it feel good.
He moved the toy, almost making my knees buckle from the wave ofpleasure that shot through me when it pressed against that spot no man had ever found before, except Nash.
As he moved it, the thin end of the toy rested against my clit, whichthanks to Nash’s teasing, was throbbing painfully.
Sliding my panties back up, and making sure the toy was still inplace, Nash stood, once again grabbing my hips, and pulling me back against him.
“You have two rules to follow, Savannah,” he said, his voice full ofwarning. “One. Don’t take the toy out.” His mouth moved from where he’d whispered in my ear to plant a lingering kiss on my cheek. “And Two. Don’t come.”
My breath hitched at the second rule. How long was I going to beable to stand this building pressure without giving in and letting myself come? He was setting me up to fail.
His hands slid to my ass where he grabbed a chunk of meat andsqueezed before whispering in my ear again. “Obey my rules, Savannah, and I’ll let you come. Eventually. But if you break either of them, I will punish you. And I assure you, if I have to punish you, it’ll be your ass that gets the brunt of it.”
An icy shiver traveled down my back at his words. There was noplayfulness in his tone. No, it was full of sincerity and menace, and a knot formed in my stomach.
I didn’t think I’d like Nash’s punishment, and I had no intention ofbreaking his rules.
No matter what.