Last visited: Page 25 of Claiming His BridePage 26 of Claiming His BrideFont Size:There’s no need to explain things. I did what I had to do. Downstairs, the mistress is in the kitchen wearing a robe and making coffee.“Do you have somewhere to go?” I ask. “Clean-up team will be here shortly.”She taps her spoon against the side of her mug. “Do I have to leave?”I consider her request for a moment. It’s not as if the crew will do anything worse than I’ve already done. They’re just here to erase the evidence. “No.”She gives me a sunny smile. “Then I’ll stay. It’s my home, after all. Why should I leave?”The home was the price of her silence. It was worth it. I give her a nod and make my way toward the door.“The girl you saved—the one Edward wanted—”At the door, I tense. “Yes?” I ask.“She okay? I heard Edward kind of beat her up. He was bragging about it.”I look over my shoulder with a grim smile. “Are you trying to get me to reanimate his corpse so I can kill him again?”The wom
Claude.I watch Aime close her eyes and hide the pain inside as she lets her body move to the music. For a moment she looks almost peaceful, but I know the hurt is simmering under the surface. It’s one I live with every day. A broken heart isn’t something that can always be healed. Sometimes the cracks never truly fill in.Hers are new, and I wonder if that makes a difference. She has people that love her and a life full of support with her family. They can give her what she needs to help lessen the pain. As for my scars, I was born with them. They’re a part of me, and there’s no healing them. Not that anyone has ever really tried.For me, it’s only a matter of hiding my past and for some reason, dancing is one of the only times the rest of the world melts away. When I’m listening to the music, I’m lost in a sea of bodies. It doesn’t matter who I am or where I’m from, we're all here to feel good.The music changes and my mind goes somewhere I don’t want it to. Him. The man with the bl
Angelina.“Have you lost your mind?” I’m tugging on his hand, so he lets me go, but my stupid feet are still following him.“No, I’m pretty sure I’m sane for the first time in my life.”“This can’t be happening.” I say it more to myself than him, but I see his smirk. Why does it have to be so damn sexy?“I checked, and there’s not a waiting period after getting a license. We’ll do it all at once and then you can go back to class.”“This is like the world's shittiest proposal, you know that, right?”“But one you’ll always remember.” I don’t have time to react before we stop in front of a big SUV, and he opens the door for me. “Let’s move, baby, I need to get this locked in.”“Claude.” I look around like someone is going to come out and explain what the hell is going on.“Angelina.” He says my name in the same tone but grabs my hips to pull me closer. “Give me one reason we shouldn’t do this.”“Are you seriously asking me that question? There are a million reasons why we shouldn’t do th
The words must send him into a frenzy because after that, he’s on a mission to make me cum as many times as possible. Turns out that number is five before he finally allows himself to fall over the edge with me. His warm release in my belly makes me feel full and sated, even though I moan at the loss of him when he pulls out. I never thought I could crave that connection, but clearly I’m obsessed with my husband.We have a shower and then he helps me find clothes from the boxes that were dropped in the garage late last night. Once I’m ready for school, we ride together to campus, and it’s surreal. Yesterday at this time, I was thinking about Claude and then worrying about never being able to see him again. Now we’re married, and it’s like I’m living some kind of fairy tale without the shitty stepsisters.“I’ll be waiting on you right here after your class,” Claude says and pulls me in for another kiss. “Just one more.” He kisses me again and then groans. “Okay, this is the last one, I
As if he can read my mind, a smirk pulls at his full lips.Someone steps in front of him, blocking my view. I don’t know if I’m thankful for that or not. It’s then I notice it’s Fenix. His eyes are focused fully on my sister. He looks almost angry. It’s then I realize it’s because she’s looking where I was looking. At the mystery man with green eyes. I can see jealousy written all over Fenix’s face.“Sweetheart, this is King Fenix,” I hear our mother say.I glance over at her and see she’s got a giant smile on her face. She’s all too happy to pass her daughter off so easily. She doesn’t care if Yena even wants to go. No, not my mother. I stare at her for a moment, and for the first time, I really feel hate for her.Lost in my reverie, I miss Fenix come flying across the room. He grabs Yena, who was tripping over her own shoes. He pulls her towards him, and I watch my sister melt into him as if she’s done it a thousand times.I glance back to my mystery man, who’s now moved closer. He
“I should scream, shouldn’t I?”“Only if you want me to hurt you.”Fear races through me. “You’d hurt me?”He smiles. “Probably not.”“Probably?”“I can’t say I never would. If you asked me to, I’d say yes.” He takes off my shoes, catching me off guard by how gentle his hands are as he rolls my ankle, trying to examine the damage. A rather shocking display for the guy who told a dude he was capable of murder not too long ago.“You’re a little fucked up, huh?”He glances at me, his eyes a deep blue ocean in the middle of a storm. “You don’t even know half of it.”I shiver from both his stare and his touch.“Looks like it’s just twisted. Just keep off of it. It’ll be fine in a few days.”“Cool, I’ll just be on my way.” I move to get up, but he is lightning quick, pinning me down, both his arms caged around me.“I’ll take you home.”“No offense, big guy, but you just beat the shit out of a guy in front of me for no reason then manhandled my ass to get me into this cigar lounge of an offi
CLARISSAAll week I’ve felt off, as if I should watch my back. Between school and helping my best friend Emily move her stuff out of her abusive ex-boyfriend’s apartment, life has taken a toll on me.These are the moments that I wished I had someone to lean on. A mom to go home to, and a dad to tell me it will all get better. The only person I have in life who knows me is Emily, and now she is hundreds of miles away in Utah, trying to put distance between herself and Roy.My back makes me want to scream as I get myself out of bed, remembering Roy’s rage. He wasn’t supposed to be home when we were clearing out, but just like any good abuser, they never keep to their promises and ache to have one more go at their victim. If having a sore back and being in pain means that my best friend is finally free of that lunatic, so be it.I walk over to get a cup of coffee started, when my buzzer goes off. I have no clue who’s come to see me at the ass crack of dawn. I glance down at my barely the
The hallway is creepy. It looks like something you’d see in a horror movie—gray, dark, and devoid of humans. This is defiantly where I’m gonna get murdered then chopped up and thrown in a dumpster.“Clarissa, stop,” I hear Vance’s deep voice yell. A part of me wants to stop. Some stupid sex-starved dumb part that thinks a massive orgasm is worth being killed.It’s hard running with your hands tied together. Who knew that you need your hands to run better. I sure didn’t, as I faceplant right on the ground. I try to get up. I raise my head and come face-to-face with his black leather, expensive-ass Italian shoes.“You alright?” he asks, trying to help me up.I shift my body away, refusing his touch. “Go to hell.”“You’re gonna prove to be difficult, aren’t you?” Vance asks, gently lifting me off the ground. The way he handles me doesn’t correlate with what he is doing. The man is holding me against my will, for God knows what, my hands tied up, and I feel really caged.“How the fuck am