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CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LUCIAN
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I slammed the door of my home office closed and took furious strides to sit behind my desk.
The last thing on my mind was anything fucking work-related.
She had allowed that name slip out of those pretty lips!
She had fucking been dreaming of him!
My mind drifted to the moment she told me that she loved him, that she would always think of him even while with me.
A snarl rumbled from my chest. How dare she! How dare she dream of giving her heart to someone that wasn't me!
I saw red spots then, my fingers craved to destroy everything around me.
I didn't think I've ever been this upset and enraged.
The should be no space to accommodate any other man except me! not even in that pretty head of hers. Not ever.
She was my wife and fucking belonged to me!
My fingers ached to snap something, preferably her throat from which those words had been uttered.
The first thing I had wanted was to fucking clean her tongue for whispering something so forbidden.
I still fucking will.
Several ideas came to mind and all of them involved her being on her knees, all spread out for me as I banged that soft ass until she screamed. I wouldn't stop, not until she obediently took everything I would give to her.
Fuck it!
Even in my rage, I could feel the growing strain in my pants, my penis was so rigid, my balls tight and strained with the pulsating need to rinse her mouth and throat with my cum. That was the only goddamned way her mouth will ever feel clean to me.
I still wanted to make her hurt, make her feel the same way I had when she allowed that bastard's name slip from her mouth.
I had left her alone at that instance and it wasn't fucking because I suddenly developed a tender heart towards her.
From being a troubled child into succeeding to becoming the hard man I was today, there had never been room for mercy in my heart.
Not even for the woman I desired most in this life.
It wasn't jealousy that pumped through my veins, I never got envious and certainly not towards things that were already mine. I was madly furious at her.
My parents had thought me important lessons in my younger years, Everyone had to know the price to be paid for each mistake. It always had always been an effective way of ensuring there wasn't a repeat.
And even she would have to learn.
I snatched a cigarette from the box on my desk, I lit on it as it dangled between my lips.
When the next knock came, it was Devin who appeared.
"What! " I barked the moment he stepped inside. He held both hands in surrender, wearing a bemused look, the scowl never left my face even as he approached.
"I think this is something that requires your attention. "
He placed the file on my desk, his eyes were reluctant, it was something I wasn't going to be pleased about.
"Tell me what it's about." I took a long drag of the cigarette, I didn't go through the files,
there was no point in beating about the bush.
"It's a question about the missing stock, your uncle already had it delivered to The Inkers."
My surprise was shortly replaced by a fuel of annoyance, I tossed aside the cigarette.
The bloody nerve of Nicholas!
He went as far as to break the code as well as against me.
Father had followed after our family's tradition, we never sell our stocks and weapons to just any company, there were restrictions to even the government, they all had to play by the rule, or there was no deal.
The rules were simple, never give out our equipment without knowing the purpose of which it was purchased.
The Inkers were a small group, their leader was quite on good terms with Vladimir Petrov, and for that reason, I had marked them off, we never sell to our rivals.
He had met me about a month ago and even offered thrice the price for our goods.
I didn't think that Nicholas would go behind my back and make a deal with them.
I was fuming.
"What do you want me to do? " Devin spoke through the silence.
"Get him here, tell him that I want to meet with him!"
There was a slight hesitation in his eyes. "I don't care how you convince him, but he must meet with me today! " I repeated. He understood. He had my approval to choose whichever way to bring the bastard over to me.
Devin gave a nod of his head and left the office.
I inhaled deeply. Closing my eyes, I relaxed my head against my chair.
Minutes later, the telephone close to me bleeped, the workers would never ring for me unless it was something that desperately needed my attention.
Was it about Brie? Did something happen to her?
For a moment worry struck me, I didn't realize that I was holding my breath until the person on the other line spoke again.
She was requesting about me?
"Send her to me."
Why did she want to see me? I was soon about to find out. I was thrilled, I found myself anticipating her presence and the reason she had searched for me.
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GABRIELLE
"Enter!"
A quite simple word, but the effect it had on me made my knees tremble. The maid who had led me here bowed slightly, she took her cue to leave.
I was left alone standing, the devil's lair awaited me.
I wanted to flee, hide in the safest place where he would never find me. Only I couldn't. For Derek's sake, I came here, since I already managed this far, I might as well see to it until the end.
My cold fingers curled around the knob, I slowly pushed it open.
My eyes located him instantly, he was staring straight at me with those intense frosty eyes. That same very eyes of last night. Panic made my heart sped. He watched me with a predatory gleam in his eyes that made me wish to disappear.
The silence prolonged.
I didn't know where to start, my throat had never felt so dry.
I just stood in the middle of his office not knowing what to do.
"I... I came here t..to.." The words were tight in my throat.
I had to say what I wanted aloud, I prayed he agreed even as I prepared myself for the worst outcome.
"Come closer, wife." The abrupt slice of his words had me flinching reflexively.
I didn't comply, I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.
" I want to ask t..that..."
"And I'm telling you to come closer! " He cuts in sharply, my heart jolted with panic. He seemed to be growing agitated by my lack of compliance, I didn't want him angry. That would only make things difficult.
I took tentative steps closer, I was only about two feet away from him, I didn't expect him to pat his thighs.
"Come here." He murmured softly this time, his sharp gaze never leaving mine for even the briefest seconds.
I swallowed tightly, even as a pang of anger traveled through me.
"I'm fine where I am." I applauded myself mentally that for the first time, my voice wasn't so shaky.
He moved so swiftly and unexpectedly, tugging on my arm, he yanked me downwards so that I was exactly where he wanted.
On his thighs.
Cold sweat beaded on my head as my body recoiled with the urge to flee from his forbidden presence.
"I wasn't asking you what you wanted, wife." He murmured so close to my ears, his arms caging me prisoner when I began to struggle desperately in his hold.
"Why did you come? What do you want? "
I seized my struggles, he seemed so casual as he asked, couldn't he guess why I came here?
The reason was obvious, aside from that, I would want nothing to do with him.
"Let him go...please."
I didn't miss his sharp intake of breath or the way his muscles went tense.
Seconds passed by, I could hear it ticking in my head.
The quick flash of warning in his eyes told me to shut the hell up.
Still, I couldn't give up just yet.
"I'm asking y..you to not let him die"
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