Her Men

She was a viper.

She was only hiding her true colors better than her parents did.

Slamming his hands beside her head, he stared at her. He didn’t know what the fuck he was doing right now.

This woman, she was … different. Even at the wedding, he’d caught sight of her looking at the escape routes. He noticed it because he’d been doing the exact same thing.

“Tell me this right now, do you want this marriage?” he asked.

She looked panicked, scared. A quick jerk of the head was all he got, but he wasn’t buying it.

“How old are you again?” He was buying time right now. He knew how old she was.

“I’m twenty.”

“Don’t you want to be out partying? Going to college, finishing college, doing something else besides being married to a man fifteen years your senior?”

He didn’t like the yearning he saw in her gaze.

He wasn’t that old. Thirty-five years old wasn’t a huge age gap.

Fifteen years sounded like a lot, but it wasn’t.

“Please, I don’t—” She stopped, and it looked like she wanted to escape, and all it did was make him push a little harder.

“What? You want to stay married to me? Is that what your mom told you to do? To meet every single one of my demands?” He pressed his body against hers, noticing how soft and curvy she was.

She was fuller than a lot of women he’d been with.

He was used to having slender models and actresses on his arm. Abby wasn’t slender. Her body was rounder, curvier. Her thighs were certainly thicker, and he’d noticed there wasn’t a gap between them whenever she wore jeans. She had a fuller stomach, a waist that led out to hips that were designed to be gripped by a man,. She had a nice pair of tits that were not fake.

All of her medical history had come back to him along with the confirmation of her virginity, not that he even wanted to know how they checked for that shit.

To make a point, he’d gotten his doctor to check her over, and make his own assessments.

She had a nice, rounded stomach that flared out into some killer hips. He’d caught sight of her once bent over in a pair of jeans, and he could imagine taking her, fucking her, making her his as he held onto those hips. They were the perfect size for him to hold her in place as he pounded his cock inside her.

Then he got to her thighs and ass. They were nice and juicy, her ass curvy and hot.

Part of him was tempted to take her to his bed, to show her how a real man fucked.

She’s not had a man at all, asshole.

But he wasn’t even going to give them the satisfaction.

“Do you want to be my little fuck toy, Abby? You want me to take you, make you mine? Show you how good it is to have a nice, fat cock sliding into your pussy?”

She let out a gasp, and he saw the heat flood her cheeks. She blushed so easily. It was cute.

“Then you better hope the guy you pick knows what he’s doing. I want out of this marriage, and you’re going to help me accomplish that.”

Chapter Two

The following morning Abby still couldn’t believe what had happened last night. After James told her that she was going to help him get out of this marriage, he’d also ordered her to bed as if he was her father.

Fifteen years aside, he wasn’t old enough to be her parent.

She went to the bathroom, did her business, washing her hands and brushing her teeth using a brand-new toothbrush. She tried not to stare at her reflection. She probably looked like a nightmare. This was not how she imagined the morning after.

Leaving her bedroom, she made her way down toward the kitchen, trying to find someone who could help her. As she entered a room that looked like a dining room, she paused as she caught sight of a man with lots of papers in his hand. The man was good-looking, someone who made women take a second and even third look. He was young, maybe James’s age, but she wasn’t sure. He didn’t look angry or mean. The moment he saw her, he gave a nod almost as if to himself.

“Ah, Miss Bryant.”

She wasn’t about to correct him that technically her name was now Mrs. Darcy. It wasn’t like she wanted the name in the first place.

Forcing a smile to her lips, she waited. “Where’s James?” Saying his name felt wrong somehow. She didn’t understand it, didn’t want to think about it, but it was there all the same.

“He’s out at work for the time being. He has told me to inform you that you’re not allowed to leave the grounds. Your security means a great deal to him. He’s taken your phone but will provide you alternative means of communication. You’re free to roam the grounds but not to leave the premises. Your breakfast is in the kitchen. Enjoy.”