Diabolique Read Online Jordan Silver

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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49259 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
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How do I reconcile the two? The mild-mannered man who slept beside me, raised our kids with me, and never raised his voice even once, with this man who threatened to spank my ass if I misbehaved? Maybe I’m slowly losing my mind. That has to be it because the alternative makes no sense.

But then I looked down at the sheet of paper that had been hidden in the lining of the box and had to accept that this was no joke. I wasn’t losing my faculties; this was real. A little imp tapped my shoulder and urged me to see how far I could push this new husband of mine.

How come I’m more excited about that than learning the code?

I was humming with excitement that evening at dinner. “I had a very interesting conversation with Cierra Mancini today.”

“Did you now?”

“Yes, it appears that I have been kept in the dark for a very long time.” He didn’t bite. Just kept dipping into his soup bowl like my life wasn’t a Saturday Matinee.

“I want to know what’s going on.”

“No. I told you to stay out of it.”

“I know that it’s about more than them trying to set you up. I know that you’ve been doing this kind of thing since before we were married. I just don’t understand why you never told me.”

“Because you’re my wife, you’re not allowed to get involved in that ugliness.”

“I’m an adult. I deserve a key to the closet where all the skeletons are hidden.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I….”

Be very careful with what you say next.” He cut me off.

Now, usually, that would be enough to get me to back down. But this time around, that imp on my shoulder was working overtime. I’m not sure why; all of a sudden, a spanking sounded like the most exciting thing to occur in my life, but for some reason, I wanted to make him lose control.

I’d always gotten the reserved, cool gentleman who was always correct in his every action, and something tells me that I’ve barely brushed the surface of all that he’s been keeping hidden from me when it comes to his true personality.

I’m still amazed that he’d been able to hold it in for this long. It’s a testament to his love and respect for me that he was willing to withhold his true nature all this time, but I don’t want him to anymore. I want the real, raw, unabridged version of him, the side of him that I’d only gotten a glimpse of these last few weeks.

“Whatever you’ve got cooking in your head, don’t.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You forget I can read you like a book. You may think you want to push my buttons, but believe me; you don’t want the results. You’re not ready.”

“And I think you forgot the girl I was before I got married and had kids.”

“Brittany, behave yourself. There’s no need for you to change.”

“Like hell, I’m going back to that. I’ve made a decision. I will not stop digging until I figure out what Jessica and Jack are really up to.”

When he pushed his chair back after wiping his mouth with the silk napkin, my heart started racing in my chest. When he stood and walked over to me with that look on his face, I thought I would faint from the buildup of excitement.

“Hey!” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, and even though it was obvious that he was being as careful with me as possible, it was still an undignified position to put one’s wife in.

“Too late.”

“Wait a minute.” I kicked my legs and got a slap on the ass for my trouble.

I was in too much shock from just that little interaction to retaliate, and by the time I got over it, we were in our master suite with the door locked behind us. That wasn’t the issue, the issue came into play when he walked into the closet still carrying me like a sack of potatoes and pulled two ties from the special wheel that’s made for them.

“What’re you doing with those?” He didn’t answer. I think I got a bit scared when he sat on the bed and pulled me down across his lap before pulling my arms behind me. I started struggling then and looking for a way out.

“Keep still unless you want to hurt yourself.”

My heart was knocking against my chest at this point, especially once I realized that I couldn’t move my arms at all in this position. “Why are you tying my ankles together like that?” I tried looking over my shoulder at him, but it was almost impossible, with me trussed up like a turkey.

I tried to speak, but my mouth was dry, and just as I started to calm down, I felt a sting. At first, it was so incongruous that I didn’t realize he’d really hit me. Then he did it again. How the hell did he find the same exact spot? And again, “Ow!” I tried rolling off his lap, but he held me in place with one arm and beat my butt red with the other.


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