Page 150 of Exes and Oh Hell No

“Look what I found,” he murmurs, his lips curling into something between a smirk and a snarl. “My wife.”

His grip isn’t tight enough to hurt—just enough to remind me who’s in control.

“She thinks she can hide from me.”

I take a shaky step back.

He follows, closing the space between us.

I’m trapped.

“There’s only one way out of here, baby.” His fingers tighten just slightly. “And I’m blocking it.”

His voice turns gravelly, lower than I’ve ever heard it. “I’ll bet your pussy is fucking dripping.”

A jolt of heat lashes through me like a whip.

My breath catches.

Ford’s eyes flash with a challenge. “Where’s my badass wife now?”

That snaps something inside me.

My teeth grit together, defiance rising to the surface. “Right here.”

I move fast, jerking my elbow up, aiming for his ribs?—

But I’m too slow.

Ford catches my arm effortlessly.

A wicked laugh rumbles from his chest as he spins me, pinning my hands over my head.

Cold metal snaps around my wrists.

Handcuffs.

My pulse pounds. “Ford?—”

He cuts me off with a slow drag of his fingers down my body, pinching my nipple through my shirt.

“You like pain with your pleasure, don’t you, hummingbird?”

I suck in a sharp breath, my body betraying me.

His lips graze my ear. “Words, wife. Use them.”

I turn my head, glaring at him.

Fighting him.

Finally, I breathlessly whisper, “I like when you pleasure me…Andmake me feel pain.”

His smile is pure sin. “There’s my good girl.”

His hand snakes lower, cupping me through my leggings.

I jerk away—a useless move.

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