Page 116 of The Masks She Wore

?It was thrilling if I thought about it long enough. I hadn’t told Jack that yet, for fear of what he might put me through, but Hell, itwasthrilling. He was the man who actuallyknewpeople. His family probably had enemies out the wahzoo and now I was a part of that. I was his Claimed, which actually meant that if I hadn’t been targeted before, I was sure as fuck going to be targeted now.

?And Jack would protect me.

?Even at the thought, I couldn’t help but smile.

?I was forced to get a long-sleeved dress, but I didn’t wholly mind. It was chilly out so having long sleeves prevented me from having to wear a jacket.

?The dress was form-fitting, a burnt umber to dark red ombre that sparkled when I moved. It had a drop back and a corset inspired bodice. I absolutely loved it.

?I slid my hands over my hips, angling myself in the mirror, watching the sparkles do what they were made to do. I didn’t even know people threw Thanksgiving parties, but I suppose if you were rich enough, you could do whatever you wanted.

?I inhaled deeply and straightened. Rae Bennett, Marla Bennett’s daughter, part of the elite. Just because I knew something different now, didn’t mean they did. I could still wear this mask. I could still act.

?I rolled my shoulders and grabbed my clutch. I walked out of my room and slowed when I saw Jack wearing a three-piece suit, all black. He was adjusting his overly expensive Rolex when his eyes caught me.

?I swallowed, suddenly feeling like perhaps I had picked the wrong dress.

?“Hmm,” he mused, sliding his hands into his pockets. “How many people will be at this party?”

?I felt my shoulders fall an inch, my heart thudding. It wasn’t the greatest dress, I understood that, and clearly I paled in comparison to him, but I deserved a compliment. Fucking dick.

?I set my jaw and I headed for the island where my keys and money sat. “I have no idea, why?”

?“I’ll need to bring more bullets if we’re to attend tonight. Can’t have anyone giving my wife bedroom eyes.”

?My heart skipped a beat, my stomach fluttering. His wife? At just those words, my irritation fell away. “I’m not your wife, Jack.”

?I managed to pick up my money before I felt him behind me, pressing me painfully into the island, my waist digging into the granite.

?I gasped, dropping everything in my hands to grip the island. “Jack,” I breathed out, my stomach warming, my pussy already throbbing.

?He slid his hand up the length of my exposed back before wrapping it around my neck and squeezing. “No, you’re better than that,” he growled, his other hand pulling up my dress, exposing the black thong I had put on underneath. “You’re my Claim, Iownyou.” He cupped my pussy violently. “I own this,” he growled, a whimper escaping my lips. “I own every moan from your pretty little lips. I own each and every one of your orgasms, Princess, all of them. Wife is just a term, but it’s a term well-known around the world.” He slid my thong to the side, running his finger across my pussy, feeling the arousal that was now growing.

?I was panting, doing my best to keep myself from pressing my head against the island, from smearing my makeup in the slightest.

?“If that’s what I have to use to force them to see the truth, then fine,” he grumbled, shoving a finger inside of me.

?I groaned, rocking my hips back.

?“I’ll follow whateverlawsthis world has placed upon society,” he went on, adding a finger, “but make no mistake, Rae, I’ve owned you since the second I fucked you in that tent. If I want to call you wife, I will call you wife. If I want to call you my little whore, I will do as such.” He added a third finger. “Whatever label you put on it, you’re mine and mine alone.”

?My body shook as he slammed his fingers into me, his body pressed into mine. My eyes started to water as my knees buckled.

?“You’re my wife,” Jack told me, pulling me up against him, sliding his hand around until he gripped the front of my neck, cutting off my air. “Mywife. Breathtakingly beautiful, heartstoppingly divine wife ofmine.”

?I shuddered, gripping into his pants, feeling it built up inside me. “Fuck,” I groaned, shoving myself back against him. “I’m your wife,” I whimpered, the sound of that sentence sending shockwaves through me.

?“My wife,” he said again, pushing me over the edge.

?He pulled his fingers out of me and turned me around, sliding them into his own mouth as he lifted my head, taking in my heavy eyes, my trembling body. “My favorite desert,” he hummed, my body vibrating from the compliment.

?He sucked them dry, leaned in and kissed me deeply, passionately, the taste of my cunt spreading over my tongue, making my head spin.

?He pulled away and smiled. “Get your things, you can fix yourself in the car.”

?With that, we headed towards the elevator. And I had never felt more like a toy than I did in that moment. Used and abused in the best possible way.

?I had never considered being anyone’s wife. It was never on my radar, but honestly, it seemed like the natural next step to whatever it was we were. When you were the son of a criminal, nothing was like it should have been. Timelines didn’t matter in this world. Saying ‘I love you’ was mundane. Going on dates? Meeting the parents? Didn’t exist here, but I didn’t wholly mind. What was the point of falling for someone if you couldn’t do it in explosions of chaos and fire? I didn’t think I could handle something as mundane as first and second dates, taking it slow. It just didn’t seem real anymore. Far less real than this.

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