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Bella
I stared daggers at the man that was now my husband in the eyes of the law. I didn't care how handsome he was. He would remain my spouse in name only because my heart and devotion belonged to another. Anger had me glaring at Emmett Cullen with the promise of slipping poison straight in his dinner if he dared to fuck with me.
I was mildly relieved when he promptly turned on his heel and strode from the church. It suited me just fine--I was ready to get on with my own life. Shooting my father a look of disgust, I was about to follow the path my husband created and get the hell out of dodge when Charlie's statement had me pausing.
"Stay the fuck away from Jake, or I will plug him," he growled through clenched teeth. Without a crack of a smile or encouragement, he continued, "I will have your bags sent to Cullen's. Hell, they should be on their way now."
"Fuck off," I mumbled, heading out of the church.
We were in the middle of downtown Chicago, and rush hour traffic was at its peak. The feeling of helplessness pissed me off to no end as I considered what had just happened. I was just married to a man I'd been taught to hate, and now I was supposed to forget all about our rivalry and welcome him into my arms? I don't fucking think so. Instantly my thoughts went straight to Jake. He was going to be livid when he found out. Shit.
I seethed at the thought. How the fuck could I commit myself to another when I was in love with someone else. The only reason I followed through with this charade was because Charlie, my dick of a father, threatened to kill Jake if I didn't.
What the fuck was I supposed to do after that?
My fingers brushed over the butt of my own revolver as I contemplated putting a hole in Charlie's head. Of course, I couldn't really do that on the street here anyway. I wasn't going to prison over Charlie. Yeah--yeah, I risked going over Fried Joe, but the circumstances had been completely different. Thinking of my nemesis, my gaze jogged over the crowded street, realizing my vulnerable position.
It was in my best interest to see him before he saw me. Seeing Jim, one of the Raptors shuffling next to me, I shot him a glare. "What the fuck do you want?"
"Emmett told me to escort you home," he grunted with a shrug. "Far be it from me to disregard the boss's orders."
I folded my arms over my chest as my ire climbed. "Where the fuck did my sweet, adoring husband go?"
The look on Jim's face had me curious. Sidling close to him, I lowered my voice to a steely whisper. "Jim, don't make me shoot you. It might not be at this moment, but if you don't tell me where the hell Emmett went, I swear to fuck, I will blow your brains out."
His startled gaze darted to mine, Jim's eyes going wide with real fear, leaving me smirking back at him with an expectant brow. Finally, he mumbled, "Blu Gems … said he needed a drink to deal with this."
"A fucking strip club? We've been married for ten minutes," I spit at the thought. When Jim's hand would've taken my bicep in a firm grasp, I danced out of his reach. Heading to my Kawasaki, I threw my leg over the seat and kicked the stand back. "If that bastard thinks he can just marry me and run off to watch a bunch of naked women, he'd lost his damn mind.
Quickly maneuvering through the traffic and a couple of reckless moves later, I pulled into the parking garage of the largest strip club in Chi-Town. Dismounting from the bike, I straightened my slacks as I strode in the bar with purpose. Because my dear husband was the second in command for the Raptors, and I was the queen of the Saviors, everyone knew exactly who we were despite the two million people in this city.
Gritting my teeth, I got in the face of the bouncer sitting next to the door. "Where the hell is Cullen?"
Without hesitation, the elephant pointed to a dark corner at the back of the club.
Shoving through patrons that blocked my path, I found Emmett sitting leisurely in a cushioned chair with a blonde bimbo straddling his lap. The bitch had tits larger than my head. My temper sparked when she ground down on his thick thighs, dangling her nipples in front of his mouth.
Without breaking stride, I pulled the revolver from my waistband and put the barrel at her temple. "Get the fuck off my husband, or I will pull the fucking trigger."
Her blue eyes were as large as her tits as she scrambled off of Emmett's lap. Emmett's gaze dropped into a heated glare as he regarded me. Without missing a beat, I leaned into his face. "No husband of mine is going to look at a bunch of naked tits while I'm expected to sit and tittle my thumbs at home."
Without missing a beat, he said, "Why? Are you going to show me yours?"
I was infuriated by his callous remark; I grabbed his beer off the table and poured the brew straight over his head. I watched the calm deteriorate from his features as he leapt from his chair. His long, thick fingers wound around my throat with just enough pressure to cut off my air. His head dipped low, his nose skimming the bridge of mine as he growled, "You have a lot of balls for a woman, but if you ever do that again, I will make sure you don't sit for a week."
"I have bigger balls than you," I told him with no trace of fear.
"Why the fuck do you think I came to Blu's?" His brows lifted with question. "If I had a wife I wanted instead of a she-wolf, I'd be fucking her brains out right now. Instead, I'm saddled with a glacier. News flash, lady, no one wants a brick in bed."
I laughed as his thumb slid down the column of my throat, the pressure just enough to spark some intrigue, a thrill shooting down my spine. A warm gush of fluid coated my panties, and I briefly forgot I was supposed to hate him.
Jake's face flashing through my mind had me remembering, however, and I readjusted so his chest didn't cause that friction on my nipples. "With the right guy, I am an animal in bed. Now, get your paws off me. There's only one man for me, and he isn't you."
Emmett smirked with no trace of fear. "Baby, you can want whoever you want. Hell, you can give your heart to anyone that catches your fancy, but this …" he whispered, his large hand sliding down to cup my pussy, a growl rumbling from his throat. "This belongs to me."
Maybe it was the heat from his fingers or perhaps the strength that exuded from every pore of this bear before me. Whatever the case, my hips bucked of their own accord. Vaguely, I was aware of teams of people surrounding us, but when the tips of his fingers flexed against my core, my lashes fluttered as I fought the building lust.
His touch, coupled with his words, was my undoing, his husky rasp filling my ear. Caressing the mound he held, his fingertips pressed against my opening. "Perhaps you're not as cold as I thought. Pussy is on fire. I kind of wanna stick my tongue in there and feel your heat wrapped around it. You are so wet right now. I can feel your pussy seeping through your clothes."
My heart leapt at the suggestion. Another current of lust flowed from my core. When his fingers tightened around my throat, cutting off my air, my blood pulsed, making this wanton ache intensify.
Emmett must've been able to judge my wayward body's excitement because he nipped my ear, his fingers slipping over my jugular. "Want me to take you in the backroom and take care of your sexy ass? I can feel you getting warmer, and I think my wife likes it a little rough. Want me to spank your ass?"
Holy shit. The man before me had a way with words. The smell of his cologne was doing strange things to my senses, and while I'd enjoyed sex up to this point, Emmett's gruff voice was filled with promise. Curious and uncaring about our audience, my hand found his rigid cock pressing hard against his slacks. As my fingers closed over his length, my eyes rolled as his teeth raked down my throat.
It was right on the tip of my tongue to beg him to spank my ass. While I wouldn't subject myself to anyone's control during my everyday life, domination in the bedroom was right up my alley. I might love Jake, but he handled me like I was a fragile piece of glass.
What would a man the size of Emmett be capable of? My body was weeping literally to find out.
And this cock in my hand. Emmett Cullen was blessed with a capital B. The shield I carried to guard myself against people began to slip as I discovered his length and width. "You are so fucking large."
"How tight is this pussy? Huh? I want it to squeeze me so hard my dick explodes. Let me take you to the backroom, fucking witch."
Breathlessly, I gulped down the yes screaming in the back of my throat. Licking lips gone dry with this insatiable temptation, I murmured, "I don't like you."
He grunted as he pushed his hips against my hand. "I don't like you either. But I will punish this pussy in a hot minute."
He emphasized his promise, pressing against my core, and a shudder skipped through me. The burn in my nostrils told me I was about to cave. His hot breath swirling in my ear sealed the deal. "I'll give you ten minutes, but I still hate you."
"Rage fuck me," he groaned, his fingers going lax around my throat. His teeth scraping along my jaw before his mouth landed on mine.
His thick tongue plowed into my mouth as his firm grip took hold of my hip. With a bruising touch, he yanked me to his rigid form, saying, "It will be the best ten minutes of your life."
"Prove it," I glared as his cock ground into my belly. His cologne was warm, and sensual making me want to bury my nose into his broad chest. The allure of the spicy scent caused me to edge closer.
When he whirled me around to face the hallway leading to the backroom, I didn't hesitate as I led the way.
As soon as we slipped into the doorway, Emmett pushed me toward the black, plush sofa along the back wall. The entire wall behind the couch was lined with mirrors, and the ferocity of the man behind me, caused my thighs to clench as the ache between them grew to unbearable heights.
Emmett was a large man. His shoulders were the size of boulders, his pecs rock hard beneath stretched black cotton, and I was sure they were going to rip the thin material as they flexed. This husband of mine oozed danger, and the heat in his eyes fueled the desire burning in my gut.
A thrill of anticipation jolted down my spine as he pushed me forcibly toward the sofa, his firm hand landing on my ass. I grunted when he urged me to bend over the couch, caressing one globe before he palmed my swollen mound.
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