CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
KYRA
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It’s been a couple of days since Maddox rang and we had phone sex. Then he just hung up. After demanding that I return home. The urge to do as I was told was as powerful as his seductive words.
Then he announced I was his enemy if I marry his father.
He doesn’t understand. I have no qualifications. No work experience. And a trust fund that could be cut off at the instruction of my father any minute. Plus, the warning from my father that Pierce has information that could destroy our family name.
How can I carry that guilt for life if he does?
Worse, Pierce gave me a much more terrifying warning of his own.
The night he knocked on my door will haunt me forever.
He ran a hand over my hair as an icy shiver ran through me. “How’s my bride?”
“Fine,” I replied, feeling vulnerable in my nightie and having just put Maddox’s toy back inside me.
Pierce smiled coldly as his hand drifted along my arm, then rested on my sheet-covered thigh.
“I’m happy to see you’re back home.” His fingers curled, dragging the sheets with them. I tugged it up to cover my breasts.
Pierce pulled harder, looking mad. “Let me see that you’re unharmed.”
“I’m not hurt. He didn’t hurt me.” I rushed out.
“No. He wouldn’t.” Next minute the covers were ripped away as I squeaked.
“Please.”
“Oh, I like begging.” Pierce ran a hand over my legs and nudged my thighs apart. “Keep going.”
“Please don’t,” I said, then closed my eyes, realizing I’d fallen right into that.
“Very nice.” His fingers pressed against my clit, and he stilled. “Well, well, well, what have we got here?”
With one swift movement, he pulled my nightie up and discovered the little arm of the toy resting inside my pussy.
He grinned.
“I’m shocked, Kyra. I had no idea you were a dirty little slut, but this is a welcome surprise.”
I tried to close my legs, my body shaking, but he held them open. Then ran a finger through my wet folds and pushed against the toy. I hated how it stimulated me.
Sucking on his finger after touching me, he said, “Fucking hell.”
I wanted to scream.
While his touch was making my body react, I wanted to tell him it wasn’t his to play with. That I wasn’t his.
“Tell me Kyra, did my son taste you?”
Blink.
He barked out a laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I don’t want to get between you. Please. It’s none of my business,” I replied urgently.
Maybe if he knew I didn’t like his son, then he would stop this.
Unlikely.
All I knew was that this man was to be my husband, so I didn’t have the right to stop him.
Right?
Pierce’s fingers returned to my flesh as his eyes roamed up my body. “Unfortunately for you, Maddox has involved you. And now, things are going to have to be balanced out.”
I had no idea what he meant, but I was about to find out.
He yanked my legs, so I was lying down, and slammed his mouth down on my pussy. While I tried to get away, Pierce gripped my arms, holding them down while he bit and sucked at me.
When I wouldn’t be quiet, he shoved a pillow over my head and pushed down on it so I could barely breathe then resumed helping himself to my sex.
All I could do was lie there, fighting for oxygen while my aroused pussy was licked. He tore the toy from me, and I feared that he would fuck me.
But he didn’t.
Eventually, Pierce’s fingers and tongue brought my body to an involuntary orgasm, and he stopped.
Ripping the pillow from me, he leaned over my body and wiped his mouth over his arm. “Christ, that was good. You are a very wet little girl. I will save the rest for our wedding night.”
I sucked in all the air I could while my lungs burned, unable to respond.
He stopped at the door before opening it.
“Whatever he promised you, make sure you remember who holds the power here. You, your body, and your family belong to me. Oh, and if that toy belongs to Maddox, I want it destroyed.”
When the door closed behind him, I sobbed and curled up into a ball. Clearly, I didn’t obey. It’s all I have left of Maddox, so in an act of rebellion and with a fuck you, I slid it back inside me the night he phoned.
Soon I will be Mrs. Sterling. Maddox’s stepmother. Pierce’s wife. And I’ll have to endure a lifetime of nights like that with him.
Make sure you remember who holds the power here.
If I’d told Maddox what his father had done—raped me—he’d kill him. I know that for certain.
So, I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
Enough pain and suffering have already taken place between them. The best thing I can do is marry Pierce, and Maddox can forget me.
What other choice do I have?