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She gets to her knees. The look on her face quickly turns toindignation. Her hands fist in the fabric of the shirt she’s wearing. “I don’twant to sleep with Cian. I want to sleep with my husband.”

“He is your husband,” I point out. And he won’t hurt you.

“This is ridiculous.” She huffs as she straightens herclothes and leans toward me. “I want you, Beck. I want all of you. Iwant the real you. I don’t want you to politely ask if you can make love to me.Here’s the deal—I’m giving you permission. Take me. Bend me over, turn mearound, spank my ass until it’s red. As long as you fuck me afterward, I’ll behappy. I won’t break. I’ll love it. I want you to take control during sex. Youdon’t have any trouble taking control the rest of the time. Why can’t you do itin the one place where it’s bound to please me? And speaking of the word bound,let’s talk about tying me up.”

I turn away. I can’t look at her for fear of her seeing downto my soul. Bound is exactly how I want her. I want her tied up for mypleasure. It would be a horrible mistake. This is everything my father warnedme about. I wouldn’t be able to stop. “Absolutely not.”

She will be helpless against me if I tie her down. If herarms and legs are tied to the bed, she’ll have no way to fight me, to stop mewhen I lose control. My dick hardens again at the thought of her in themarketplace. She was so beautiful with her arms chained above her head. Iwanted nothing more than to take her like that. I wanted to force my dick intoher pussy and then tunnel my way into her tight ass. If we start down thispath, I won’t be able to stop. She has no idea what she’s asking for. I have tostop this here and now.

“Meg,” I say, turning back to face her. I have to be firmwith her or I’ll lose control, and she will be the one to pay the price. “Iexpect you to act like a lady. I know you aren’t from this plane, and perhapsthe men in your world have no honor, but here we treat our women with respect.We also expect them to behave in a proper fashion.”

Her chin tilts upward, and she walks straight to me. She hasto crane her neck to look at him, but we’re toe to toe. “What are you saying,Beck? What am I acting like?”

“You’re acting like a…” Some primitive survival instincttakes over, and I shut my mouth. Women don’t like that word.

“I think he meant to say whore,” Cian says helpfully fromthe doorway to the bedroom.

When the hell had he shown up? I quickly answer my ownquestion. Cian would have felt the minute I started to make love to Meg. Wefeel strong physical reactions in the other when we’re in close proximity.

“Yes,” Meg says righteously. “That’s what I figured.”

She brings her knee up. It meets my still-hard cock with aresounding thud.

All the air whooshes from my lungs as I go to my knees. Ilook up at my wife, who doesn’t seem the slightest bit regretful. She ratherlooks like she wants to do it again. “Damn it. I didn’t say it.”

“Well, everyone keeps telling me you’re one soul in twobodies,” she reminds me maliciously. “Your other half was happy to speak up foryou.”

“I’m not happy about it now.” Cian’s eyes are wide as hecups himself.

I’m satisfied with that. At the very least, Cian got a bitof that pain. I pushed it outward, and my twin caught the edge. “That’s whatyou get, you nosy bastard. You had to open your damn mouth.”

I manage to stand up straight, trying to ignore the pulsingpain in my cock.

Meg rolls her eyes. “I don’t see what the problem is. It’snot like you were planning on using it, not for anything interesting.”

A flush of rage rushes over me, washing the pain away. Itake my wife’s chin in hand and force her to meet my eyes. “You’re pushing it,Meggie.”

Her gaze is steady and strong. There isn’t a hint of fear inthose eyes. “Yes, I am, and I’m going to keep pushing until I get what I want.I am not a child. I’m a woman, and I know what I want.”

I have to turn away. It’s too tempting to see if she reallymeans it. I stalk toward the front door. “I’m sleeping in the barn.”

The door slams behind me, and I wonder if I’ll survive thismarriage.

ChapterSeventeen

Meg

“Bastard,” I swear as my coward of a husband fleesthe house.

My hands clench and unclench as I try to deal with the angerI feel. He’s treating me like an idiot who doesn’t know what she wants. I felthis need. It rolls off him in waves. He wants to dominate me, and I want it,too. Why can’t he trust me? Why can’t he trust himself?

“I don’t think you’re a whore,” Cian says quietly.

I turn and remember I’m alone with my slightly insane secondhusband. My brain hurts. I say the only thing I can think to say. “Thanks.”

Cian’s expression is sweet. It’s hard to believe people gethim confused with Beck. “Beck’s always had a stick up his ass when it comes tosex. You’ll have to forgive him. Please don’t kick him in the balls again. Ithurts me, too.”

I hadn’t realized it would affect Cian, too. I’d just beenenraged. “I’m sorry.”