11. Keris
K eris~
No, I wasn’t one to be used and shared. While I liked my sex just as dirty, rough, and passionate as the next girl, I wasn’t into being shared. Regardless of how much I liked an alpha male, I also wasn’t into having the entire city of Portal Lands watch me get fucked on a hotel balcony.
I wasn’t that adventurous.
Dylan was the one that had threesomes and loved to have sex in public, not me.
She was the one that had adrenaline cravings, not me.
Though she swore by the experiences, claiming that every woman should have a least one threesome in her life, I hadn’t ever been able to bring myself to do it.
Huntley had done it once, and though she had given the experience two thumbs up, I just hadn’t ever found myself in a situation where that’d been a possibility.
However, hearing Rochelle talk about how Brantley got off on sharing her, the idea just made me nauseous now.
For all intents and purposes, I was Brantley’s wife, but that was just for show.
Like he’d told his father, I’d been bought and paid for, and so by definition, I was a whore.
I’d sold myself for monetary gain, and it didn’t matter that I wasn’t sleeping with the buyer.
I’d been for sale, Brantley had paid the price, and I really had come with a receipt.
Jesus Christ.
I braced my hands on top of the marble counter, my head hung with everything that I’d just heard.
Was Brantley going to expect that from me?
Or was that why he planned on still sleeping with other women?
Had he known that I wouldn’t be up for those kinds of sex games, so he just wasn’t going to bother with me?
I pictured drug-fueled orgies, and I could feel my palms sweat.
The simple fact of the matter was that I had married a complete stranger.
Apart from his name, I knew nothing about Brantley Kingston.
There were rumors of him being a ruthless asshole, but that was it.
I had no idea if he was capable of being kind, considerate, or forgiving.
I had no idea what his views on marriage were.
I had no idea if he thought that it was okay to beat women, or if neglect was his choice of poison.
Hell, I didn’t even know his middle name.
I knew nothing about him.
When the restroom door opened, I quickly straightened, pretending to fix my hair.
When my green eyes met the blue ones in the mirror, I was ready to call it a night.
Not only was Rochelle Darling beautifully stunning, but she was also a sex goddess, making fantasies come true that I wouldn’t even think about trying.
Staring at her face, I could easily see a group of powerful men worshipping this woman all at the same time.
“So, you’re married to Kingston,” she said, breaking the silence.
“He told you?” I asked, somewhat surprised that she was talking to me, and also thinking it a bit odd that she called him Kingston.
“We’re...friends,” she hedged, and just like that, I felt like a goddamn fool.
I was the other woman in this scenario, not her.
Brantley had been seeing her way before I had come along, and she’d been a willing choice for him, not some decision born out of parental manipulation.
If anyone had a right to be jealous in this situation, it was her.
She was the one that’d been in a relationship with him, only to be told that he was going to marry someone else.
Rochelle had put in all the work and hours, but I was the one that had gotten the ring.
As I thought about it, it also didn’t seem fair that Brantley should stop seeing her. Why should he? Our marriage had started out as a business arrangement, and it still was. It was always going to be a business arrangement, and I just needed to accept that.
Steadying my nerves, I said, “Well, you guys can still be...good friends. I have no issues with that.”
Her blue eyes widened with surprise. “Excuse me?”
“I’m sorry,” I quickly rushed out, overstepping with assumptions. “It’s really not my business.”
“You’re his wife,” she pointed out. “How is it not your business.”
Lying through the skin of my teeth, I said, “I just want Brantley to be happy.” Rochelle looked confused as hell, so before I could make things any more awkward, I added, “Have a good night.”
I grabbed my purse off the counter, then got the hell out of there, and like someone practicing to become a full-blown alcoholic, I headed straight for the bar, asking for the tequila that I’d wanted earlier.
There were a million cars available outside, so there was no need to be sober for any of this.
A large, warm, masculine body saddled up next to me after tossing back my second shot of tequila, and I looked up to see Ares Cormac staring down at me with eyes so damn brilliant that they looked like the sun.
“Rough night?” he asked, jerking his chin towards the two empty shot glasses.
“No,” I lied. “I just like living dangerously.
He smirked at my lie. “That’s actually a good thing, considering.”
“Considering what?”
“I called dibs on you, sweetheart,” he said, and my head reared back in confusion.
“What?”
“I get first crack at you,” he said, and then Rochelle’s words came flooding back.
“First crack at me?” I drawled out carefully.
“Kingston likes to share his pussy,” he said, echoing what I’d overheard earlier. “Rochelle Darling is the perfect party favor. Ask anyone.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I replied through clenched teeth.
“Nevertheless, when I heard that Kingston had gotten married, well...naturally, fucking his wife is a way better prize than fucking his mistress,” he went on, and I could actually feel my stomach turning in disgust. “When I told him that I wanted first crack at you, he agreed. Granted, he’d done it for a price, but he assured me that you were worth it. ”
Anger was flooding every inch of my body.
I never knew that a person could experience this level of rage, but I was experiencing it now.
Brantley was renting me out to his business colleagues, something that Rochelle had been more than happy to participate in.
Only, since I held the title of a Kingston wife, my worth was higher.
“Regardless of what my husband might have promised you, I’m not his to pass around,” I bit out. “I’m not a business deal bonus.”
His golden eyes raked up and down my body. “You look like one hell of a bonus to me.” Ares cocked his head arrogantly. “Besides, if he’s not sleeping alone, why should you be?”
“And what makes you think that I’m sleeping alone?” I challenged.
“Because you wouldn’t be looking so gorgeously offended if you weren’t,” he answered. “Still, if groups bother you, it can be just you and me if you’d like. I’ve got a big dick, great stamina, and I can keep you cumming on my cock all night long.”
It was funny how things like that only sounded hot when you were attracted to the man.
If you weren’t attracted to him, then it was offensive as hell and rather disgusting.
No matter how hot Ares Cormac might be, I wasn’t attracted to him, so him talking to me like a disposable piece of ass was not flattering or sexy.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but if I need dick, I can get it on my own,” I huffed. “I don’t need to get it from my husband’s business associates.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing that he still has Rochelle on standby, despite his marital status,” Ares chuckled.
“She really does make the business meetings that much more pleasant.” He leaned in closer like a little kid sharing a huge secret.
“That woman has no count limit. She’ll take as many cocks as Kingston orders her to. ”
“Good for her,” I snapped, angry at everything. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time for me to leave.”
Ares leaned back, then smirked down at me. “Ares Cormac,” he said, finally formally introducing himself. “If you ever change your mind or get tired of Kingston dipping his dick in every available pussy in Portal Lands while you sleep alone, call me.”
The humiliation felt like it was never going to end. It had started with our wedding ceremony, then the argument with his father, and tonight’s events were just a reminder that I was going to be made to look like the biggest fool on the planet being married to Brantley Kingston.
“Thanks, but like I said earlier, I can find my own dick if I need it.”
Not giving him a chance to respond, I threw some money on the bar, then did my best not to run out of the building. Calling on all my pride, with my head held high, I walked out of the front doors, sending Faron a quick text that I wasn’t feeling well and that I’d call him in the morning.
Hoping that a car was readily available, I planned on going back to the house, packing what was necessary, then going back to my condo. Lindsey and I could be roommates for a while, no problem. After all, no fucking way was I going to live out the next fifty years being Brantley Kingston’s whore.