Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 168587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 843(@200wpm)___ 674(@250wpm)___ 562(@300wpm)
“Why did you waste your life?” she repeats, and when I still don’t answer, she adds, “On me.” She turns her back to the altar to face me. “You could have had any woman in the world? Why me?” Her bottom lip starts to tremble at her words, and I hate that I ever let her doubt my intentions. I could treat my wife like my own personal slut but still make her feel loved. I chose to make her fear me and hate me instead. That was so stupid of me. I reach out and cup her soft face.
She knocks it away, and I grip her chin, forcing her head back while I push my body into hers, pinning her up against the table. The softest whimper comes from her perfect lips, making me smile. My wife reacts better to force than tenderness. She likes to be taken, but even before I came into her life, she was groomed for that. She was always meant to serve, and her father saw to that. “You’re right, Lake. I did waste my life.”
The first tear runs down her cheek, and I hate how broken it makes her look. She’s so lost and confused. “I wasted the last three years plotting my revenge against your family—how I was going to make them pay, and you know what?”
“What?” she growls, trying to pull out of my hold but is unsuccessful.
“Every scenario I came up with always brought me back to you,” I say truthfully. “Killing them was too easy. The best revenge is served over and over. Years and years of torture. You were the one thing I could take from them. And you know what I regret the most?” I don’t let her answer. “That I didn’t make you my wife sooner.”
Her face falls, eyes soften, and she inhales sharply. My free hand comes up to cup the other cheek. I lower my face to hers, close enough to kiss but don’t. Instead, I stop and whisper against her lips, “I’d choose you, Lake.” If you want the Lords to give you something, then you have to give in return. I gave it all up for her.
“Tyson—”
I gently place my lips on hers, and she opens up for me as I slide my hands into her hair, tilting her head back and devouring her.
She wraps her arms around my neck, and my hands drop to her thighs, picking her up. Walking forward, I set her on the Lords’ table. Her heavy eyes slowly open to look up at me through her long lashes.
“The question is, Lake…” I run my thumb over her parted lips. “If you had the choice, would you pick me?” Her answer doesn’t matter really, considering she’s already mine, and I’m not giving her up for anything.
Dropping my hand into my pocket, I pull out her wedding ring. Her eyes widen when she sees it.
LAIKYN
“Yes.” The single word is out of my mouth before I can even think about it.
He arches a brow in question, clearly not believing me. Some would say it’s stupid because I didn’t get to choose. Tyson did that for me months ago in this very spot. I’m his Lady. He’s my Lord. And I am to serve him for the rest of my life. I was always drawn to him. Obsessed with him. I wanted what my sister had. And although I wasn’t given a choice, I’d pick him a thousand times over.
Tyson Riley Crawford is the kind of man that women dream of. And I’d gladly never wake up.
I hold out my hand, and he slides on my ring. I want to ask where he found it, but I’m guessing it was on Luke. The bastard probably took it after he kidnapped me from Blackout.
Fuck him and Miller. I refuse to allow anyone to come between me and my husband. I’m his wife, pregnant with his children.
I push on Tyson’s chest, and he takes a few steps back, giving me some space. I reach down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling the material up and over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra; I also don’t have any underwear on. I dressed for easy access after he tied me up naked and fucked my mouth.
“I choose you,” I say, feeling the butterflies in my stomach at the way his eyes devour my chest. He’s starving, and I want to be his offering. I’d willingly be his sacrifice. Make me yours.
Stepping into me, he lowers his hands to my shorts, and the zipper being lowered can be heard over my heavy breathing. The denim material drops to my feet, and he grabs my bare thighs and lifts me, setting me on the Lords’ table. I spread my legs wide for him to stand between them before wrapping them around his hips.