Page 44 of Coercion

“Absolutely not.” He says. “Whenever you’re out in public my men will be with you for your own safety. I’m not going to let you try on lingerie, surrounded by them, if I’m not there.”

He sounds so possessive right now. Jealous too. Like I’ve already done something to warrant it.

“I,” I begin but I’m not sure how to respond. I like the fact he’s jealous, I like the fact he cares enough to be jealous. That’s a good sign, surely? I need to build on that, I need to make this man of ice thaw entirely, need to make him rage with it.

He cups my face. “My wife wants underwear.” He murmurs. “Then she shall have her pick.”

Preston

Is god testing me right now? Is that what this is? The one person I’m not allowed to think about is currently stood behind the flimsiest of curtains trying on various pieces of lingerie while I’m supposed to act like it doesn’t bother me?

My men are stationed by the door. I made it more than clear where they could keep their god damn gaze. I don’t want them even seeing what she picks up, what grabs her attention.

None of it.

If they even glance in her direction, I will carve out their eyes and make them eat them.

The assistant flitters about, picking up pieces she thinks my wife will like. Apparently, Ruby didn’t know her size so she had to be remeasured, whatever that means.

Turns out my wife is a 34E. I know I shouldn’t have memorised that fact but I have. Maybe I’ll buy her something sexy as a treat. Yeah, if I want Nico to cut my dick off and shove it down my throat.

“Preston?”

I narrow my eyes, staring at the fabric from where she’s called.

“Everything okay?” I ask. God, I sound like a teenager with his first ever boner.

“Can you come here?”

I shake my head. Not a fucking chance. I step in that cubicle, I’ll end up either losing my mind or worse, I’ll shove her to her knees and start fucking her mouth till she chokes.

“The assistant can help.” I reply as monotone as possible.

“Please?” She says in that sweet, innocent pleading she seems to have suddenly learnt. A tone that seems to linger in my head, as if I’m imagining she’s begging for an entirely different outcome.

I get up, my head already telling me how utterly stupid this action is, and I walk into the cubicle.

She’s stood, with her arms covering her chest wearing some sort of contraption. It crosses over her back, it highlights every delicious inch of her body. I stare at her perfect, plump arse in that thong bottom and I so badly want to sink my teeth into it. To mark her right here for everyone to know.

“It’s stuck.” She states.

“What?”

She’s so bright red you could fry an egg on her face. “I can’t get it off.”

“I’ll get the assistant.”

“No.” She hisses, grabbing my hand and pulling me back. “Please, help. Please.”

I tilt my head and let out a laugh at the ridiculousness of this situation.

“Please?”

“You don’t have to beg me to take your clothes off, Ruby.” I say before I can stop myself and if anything, she flushes even more.

She drops her eyes like she’s just realised how compromising this situation is and I mentally chastise myself for being such a brute. She might not be a virgin but she’s as good as from what I can tell, despite all her protestations about ‘fucking loads of men’.

Sex clearly makes her uncomfortable. It’s a no go area for more reasons than simply because she’s Nico’s goddaughter.

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