Page 279 of Filthy Elites

His lips tug up, a glint of amusement in his deep brown eyes. “Are you scared, mermaid?”

I swallow. I hate admitting it, but I nod my head.

I don’t know what he’s going to do to me. This is all so fucked up and confusing.

“Good,” he says, his eyes darkening with satisfaction. He brushes his thumb across my cheek and my breath hitches. “You should be scared. Next time you think about opening your legs for someone else, remember that you married a madman, and cheating on him is ill-advised.”

My eyes widen, my tummy pitching.

He finally moves his hand, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he moves off me and falls back onto the pillows beside me.

I can scarcely breathe. My tummy flutters with nerves. It takes me a second to process that I guess he was… playing?

Was he?

It sure didn’t feel like he was playing. It felt real. I thought he might actually…

I feel a little shaky, but I also feel dumb if he was just playing the scenarioIdreamed up in the first place. He was much more committed to the role than I was.

“You okay?” he asks, looking over at me.

I nod, but my stomach feels sick. “Yeah.” I force a smile and look over at him. I can still feel his bruising kisses on my neck. “I’m fine.”

I tell him I’m fine, but my heart and my body feel so confused.

“Come here,” he says.

His tone is almost gentle, more reassuring than I expect from him.

Part of me wants to get off the bed and get away from him, but the overwhelming majority nudges me to do as he says.

I turn until I’m cuddled up against him, his strong arm wrapped around me. I try to relax, closing my eyes and breathing in his scent.

He holds me and strokes my hair.

He’s the one who mildly traumatized me in the first place, but he’s also my only source of comfort, so I let him pet me and calm me down. Now that I’m not afraid he’s going to make me do something I’m not ready for, it’s easier to relax.

As I relax, my body grows heavier.

My eyes do, too.

Sleep starts to pull me under.

I tell myself to stay awake, that no matter how comfy I am, I can’t fall asleep on him. If I’m that tired, I should tell him to leave, but…

I don’t want him to leave, not yet.

I close my eyes, just for a minute.

I only need to rest them. Once I get my second wind, then we can start talking again.

SEVENTEEN

Dare

Dare,stop.

Her cry whispers across my memory, making my cock feel like a rod of steel trapped inside my pants.

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