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More oil spilled over my ass, and I braced for what I knew was retribution for that night at Prism. It felt like a lifetime ago when we spent the evening pushing boundaries and playing games, compared to now, locked away in a suite in Vegas, newlywed, and terrified of what life was going to be like when we went back to the East Coast.

“I want to hear your screams tonight, Rainbow.” He growled above me as he slapped his dick against my asshole and pushed against it. “Tonight, you were my dirty little secret, and I’m going to be your Bully. Just how you like me.”

“God, yes.” I hissed with the burn as his other hand slid between me and the bed to rub my clit. “Don’t ever be anything but that.”

“Never, Wife. This is who I am. Like it or not.”

“I love it.” I hummed, tensing when he went deeper before relaxing and letting him in. “The same way I love that I hate you.”

He chuckled and pulled out, before thrusting back in deep. “Just how I hate that I love you, Rainbow.”

“We’re a match made in depraved Heaven.”

Chapter 34 – Tamen

“Ineedtoborrowyourkid.” I said through the phone, and Olivia’s snarky reply came back so fast it was almost like she was expecting it.

“I thought you weren’t a trafficker.”

Rolling my eyes, I stopped pacing around my office, trying to come up with the courage to even make the call to Peyton’s sister. “Liv.”

She sighed dramatically, “What for?”

“It’s personal.” I countered, offended that she’d even think I’d share.

“It’s my kid, Tamen.” She argued. “You don’t get to just take her somewhere without giving me the details.”

“Liv!” I groaned.

“Goodbye, Tamen.”

“Bloody hell, wait!” I snapped, scrubbing my hand down my face, trying to figure out what to tell the evil woman without giving her too much info so she could ruin my plans. “It’s for Sloane.”

“Sloane?” She asked, “Well, why didn’t you just say so. Fine, when?”

“Seriously?” I stammered. I knew I should be offended, but I was too relieved to chance it.

“Yeah. We love Sloane. As long as you’re using Rory to make Sloane happy, which I’m guessing you are or Rory will no doubt make you cry worse than I could, then I’m good with it.”

“Good.” I shut my loose jaw, choosing to just get what I wanted instead of arguing with her. God knew Liv and I could argue for days just for the fun of it. “I’ll pick her up tomorrow. Say noon.”

“Cool. I’ll have her ready.”

“Thanks.”

“Yep, no problem.”

I stared at the phone, a cold apprehension settling in my stomach as I tried to put the bizarre conversation behind me and concentrate on the rest of my day’s plans after she hung up. “Bloody wacko.”

I didn’t have a choice though—I had to call in the big guns to pull off my plan. And Rory had the only thing that no one could say no to; dimples.

How else was I going to convince Sloane to stay married to me? As soon as her friends got word of our drunken nuptials, I knew they were going to do everything in their power to convince her to annul it. Sunday Brunch was in the morning, and I knew she’d leave there either ready to leave me, or upset with her so-called friend’s reactions.

And I couldn’t let that happen—because for the last few months with Sloane in my life, the evil in my soul finally didn’t feel like a curse. It felt like a personality trait I could choose to let come out to play when I wanted or not.

It didn’t feel like it controlled me any longer, but if I lost Sloane, evil would hold me captive for good. So, I was going to prove to her I could be a good husband, all while being the bad guy and the good boy she loved in equal parts.

Chapter 35 – Sloane

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