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"Did you do this?" She asked as she pulled one of the many wolf carvings out of the case and showed it to me.

"You think the only thing I can do is shoot a gun?" I asked, trying not to take offense.

"That's the only thing I've seen you do. That and flirt with other women." She added soft enough, the words barely made it to my ears.

Flirt with other women?

I didn't have the slightest idea what she was talking about. She's the only woman I've been around since she's been around. I stood and made my way to where she was standing, taking the small figurine out of her hand before I placed it back in the cabinet and closed the door.

"What the fuck are you going on about now. I haven't been flirting with anyone." I snapped at her. Like I had fucking time to worry about another woman when I spent all my time trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do about her.

"Bull. I saw you with that woman in the black dress tonight. If I wasn't there you'd have fucked her." Faye raised her chin in defiance and part of me thrilled at the fact that she was jealous. She had a bit of a possessive edge to her even if it was unwarranted.

I didn't belong to Faye, despite what the marriage license said Faye wasn't my woman. I didn't have time for a woman which is why I chose Farrah to get married to in the first place. She knew the score. Knew what being my wife would entail. She'd pop out a kid for me and I would live my life the same way I'd been living it all this time. On my own terms.

"I might have. Or I could've found one of the other women at that party to get my dick wet with. Either way, that doesn't concern you. All you need to do is look pretty, keep that mouth shut, and play your part." I pulled my hand up and pushed a strand of hair out of her face.

She gasped and whipped her face away from me. "You think I'm just going to stand back and let you fuck whoever you please while I watch? What kind of marriage do you think this is?" She hissed.

"One where you do what you're told," I growled back.

She rolled her eyes and tried to walk away from me but I grabbed hold of her arm to stop her.

Faye turned her head back in my direction and glared at me. "I would've thought you'd gotten the memo already. I don't like to be grabbed. How's your nose?" She fisted her free hand and I threw my head back and laughed.

Did she just threaten me?

"Woman, you don't know what kind of fire you're dealing with." I retorted.

"I know exactly what I'm dealing with. The same kind of bullshit my sister does. You're not going to make me think for a second that any of this is okay. I'm done playing the fool for you or anyone else. If you want to fuck around with other women, don't expect me to just sit back and not open my mouth. You wanted a wife, you got one until I figure out a way to get the hell away from you." She snarled and ripped her arm from my grasp before storming out of the room back to the bedroom I presumed.

I should follow her, gag, and spank the hell out of her for talking to me like that but for the life of me, all I can do is smile.

I thought that I'd have to deal with a simpering damsel in distress for the duration of my time with Faye but more and more she's turning out to be spicier than I gave her credit for.

She already knew what I could do to punish her but now I started to wonder if she knew what I could do to make her yearn for me. It'd be a challenge to get her to admit the way I made her body feel but it was one challenge I anticipated more than any other.

By the time I was through with Faye, she'd be begging to feel my cock.

CHAPTER 18

Faye

The sound of birds chirping in the trees outside the window grated against my ears as I stared up at the ceiling.

I haven't gotten a wink of sleep.

And based on the fact that Dominic hasn't come to bed either made me believe that he hadn't either.

My sister literally left me to fend for myself. The longer I'd laid down and thought about it the more furious I'd become. I felt like a complete idiot to be manipulated so completely.

Always in the back of my mind I'd thought it was only a matter of time before Farrah rounded up the calvary and came to save me but after talking to her last night I knew that wasn't going to happen. In order for her to save me she'd have to give a shit about me in the first place. She made it clear last night on the phone that it wasn't the case.

The frustration bubbling up once again I groaned and turned over in the bed, punched the pillow and tried fruitlessly to force the memory of what happened last night out of my mind. It was impossible.

I wanted just a bit of hope. Something that let me know that I was going to make it out of this mess in one piece.

My mind's eye drifted back to the small figurine that I'd found in the cupboard in Dominic's sun room. The care and precision that he put into making something like that. Surely someone capable of being so gentle couldn't be as ruthless as he was making it seem like he was.

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