Page 30 of Fallen Dane

“She hasn’t told you?” Fox rocks on his heels. “Who the fuck are you? You’re letting her get by without telling you?”

“Watch yourself, son.” I step closer so we are almost nose to nose. “I know how to handle my wife. So follow my orders and mind your goddamn business.”

Fox holds up his hands and smirks at me. “God, you must be in love with her.”

He knows better than that. I’ve taught my sons better than that. They know that love doesn’t exist for people like us. I grip my son’s shoulder. “Get the fuck out of my office before I make you regret being born.”

Fox laughs at me now. “You know what? I’m glad you married her. She’s good for you. Makes you almost human.”

“Out. Now.”

“Going, going.” Fox heads toward the door, then pauses. “But seriously, Dad. Whatever is going on with Harrison, be careful. None of this seems right.”

“Let him try to fuck with me and he’s dead. He wouldn’t be the first man we’ve killed, and he wouldn’t be the last.”

Fox shrugs. “Give Tate the word and he’ll take care of it, but it’ll be a pain in the ass to cover this one up.”

“We’ll deal with that once you get the information I need. And check in with your brothers on their assignments. Text me an update, but keep out of this house tonight. I have plans for my wife.”

Fox hurries to the door. “Thank fuck I have the penthouse.”

Then he’s gone without so much as looking back.

Harrison bid twelve million dollars he didn’t have for my wife. I’m going to find out why. And most likely, whatever the reason, he’s a dead man. But it’s much more delicate to put down someone close to the Council, even if he’s on the lower rungs.

I pull up the house cameras on my phone and see Whitney completely naked on her knees in the middle of our bedroom.

Harrison Lockwood is tomorrow’s problem. Right now, I want my wife. I don’t even care if she’s learned her lesson. That’s tomorrow's problem, too.

I enter our bedroom and close the door behind me. She keeps her eyes on the floor. My wife is a fast learner.

I lean back against the door and watch her. This gorgeous, complicated woman, who lies to me and submits to me, drives me absolutely insane.

And I still can’t get enough, though I can never tell her that.

“You’re perfect, Mrs. Sinclair.”

Her shoulders relax slightly at the praise. I cross the room and stand in front of her.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes meet mine. There’s desire there. And guilt. And fear. And need. I can read every emotion.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You.” Tears well in her eyes. “Please, Dane. I need you.”

Her voice is raw and broken, and fuck, I need her too.

She swallows hard. “Please fuck my ass. I don’t care if it hurts. I’ve been good for you. I just need you inside me. Please.”

“Tell me why you need me.” I cup her chin in my hand and rub my thumb along her jaw. “Tell me why you’re so desperate for me to fuck your ass.”

“Because it’s yours.” Her voice breaks. “Because every part of me belongs to you. Because I need you to use me so I can feel like I’m yours again.”

I had planned to tease her. To make her beg, but I need to give her what she wants more. It just about killed me that I didn’t allow her to come earlier, and I can’t make her wait anymore.

“Stand up.”