Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

My phone buzzes, and I glance at my Apple Watch to see the message. I freeze, not liking what it says. It’s from my lawyer. All the money we deposited into her account is gone. All one million of it. I don’t know what she did with the money, but I’m about to find out.

First, though, I’ll fuck her. Then, I’ll ask about the money, I think, as I grab the bathroom door. She thinks she can lock herself inside and shower before I can get to her.

“You might as well give up. You’re not going to win.”

“Never,” she squeals as I grab her.

Never. Such a meaningless word. Similar to forever. Neither exists. I might want her forever. I might hate her never. But both are untrue. Because as much as I thought I knew who Larkyn Day is, I’m wrong. She tricked me into giving her money she desperately needed for something. And if I’m not careful, she’s going to take more from me. More money, more of my time, more of my heart. Until there is nothing left, but an empty shell.

I thought I married her to keep women like her away, but what if she is the devil I’ve been trying to save myself from all along?

11

Larkyn

Kade is going to win.

Not the war, but this fight.

He catches my arm, and I freeze. I don’t want him to fuck me when I’m this gross. I don’t want him to find me disgusting and think I usually smell like this. If he fucks me now, it will be a long time before he fucks me again.

I sweat a lot when I run. And that sweat smells like ass. As much as it would help me if he suddenly didn’t want to have sex with me anymore, I don’t think that I could survive a whole year in his house with him without sex.

My heart is conflicted though as he pulls me close. I want to fuck him, but I also don’t know whether to knee him in the balls or thank him for running with me. I hate him acting like he can control me, which is what he was doing running with me. He thought he could persuade me to stop.

But I also want to thank him for giving me the motivation to keep running. That hurt like a motherfucker, but it was necessary if I’m going to get back into marathon shape.

“Tell me no,” Kade says, as I’m pressed against his body, straddling the doorway between the bathroom and my bedroom.

“No.”

He smirks, knowing that I would say no.

I take a breath, trying to calm my breathing so I can keep a clear head.

He takes a step back, not touching me, but still close enough I can smell the sweat dripping off his body. He grins to show me his damn dimples, and my legs go weak.

I grab the doorframe to stay upright, when I want to be holding onto him.

“Tell me to leave,” he says.

“Lea—”

He grabs my shorts and shoves them down. Kneels before me and grabs my thighs while his mouth attacks my pussy.

Jesus.

He lifts me up as my legs go around his shoulders, and his tongue dances across my bud. I grab his head tightly to remind myself to hold on and not let my head fall backward like I want, as noises leave my mouth I didn’t know existed.

He drops me on my bed and kneels at the edge as his head comes down on my pussy again. He nips at my clit.

I bite my lip to keep him from knowing how much I like what he’s doing.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathes against the lips between my legs.

“Don’t you dare stop!” I arch my back until my body is pressed against his mouth again.

He smirks and attacks. His tongue moves faster, matching the pulse of my blood, which is all pooled between my legs instead of in my head.