Dearly Betrayed Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 79462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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But she waves me off. “Cash it out. Take the money.”

“Are you sure?” I stare at the stack. “It’s fifteen thousand dollars.”

“Oh, big winner. Congrats, hon. Welcome to the family.”

I smile at her, a genuine smile, unguarded and grateful. I shove the chips into my back pocket and, on a total whim, I go around the table to kiss her cheek.

She’s beaming as I hurry over to meet with my lurking, beastly spouse.

“Having fun?” he asks.

“Actually, yes. Casey’s really nice.”

He grunts. Clearly pissed off. “How much did you take us for?”

“Fifteen grand.”

“Good. Cash out then come upstairs.”

“Good? You really don’t care?”

“Fifteen grand is nothing, little fox. I want you upstairs in our condo in the next ten minutes.”

“I’m sorry now, do you think you can pass down commands?”

He steps closer, hulking and gorgeous, and his hand grabs my arm. Firm, commanding, but not painful. “We have to talk.”

“About what?”

“Our future.”

“A bleak and ugly thing.”

“A brief thing.” He leans closer, his lips near my ear. “We have to talk, and I want to take my frustration out on your dripping pussy. I am going to suck your nipples so hard you scream as I curl my fingers deep inside of you, my lovely wife. No, don’t respond. Just go cash out and if you want to come, you’ll meet me upstairs. Do you understand?”

I’m breathless. Heart’s racing. I can barely think. Fucking man already knows what I want and it’s barely been a day.

“I understand,” I say, feeling meek. It’s absolutely pathetic. He mentions licking my tits and I’m puddling for him. God, what is wrong with me?

“Good girl.” He kisses my neck then releases my arm and walks off.

My god, I could evaporate right here and now, blissfully join with the universe, just for having heard him whisper those words again.

Ears burning hot, pussy even hotter, I decide to take Casey’s advice. As if I have much of a choice.

“Hey!” I call after him. “Hold on! Where the hell is the cashier?”

He rolls his eyes and points. “Learn the damn layout.”

“Asshole,” I mutter as I hurry to turn fake money into real money, a lovely little magic trick I’ll have to keep in mind going forward.

Chapter 14

Jayson

I pace around the living room. Fallon’s taking fucking forever downstairs. I don’t know what Casey said to my wife, but it’s good the girls are getting along. For some strange reason, it pleases me, knowing Fallon’s fitting in with my family, even if it doesn’t matter.

It’s all irrelevant. One year and we’re done. One year and I’m going back to London, and Fallon can return to Dublin, and we’ll both start over.

Separately.

She comes in a few minutes later, back pocket stuffed with cash, which she carefully lays on a table. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. Money might’ve meant something to her before she became my wife, but even if we’re barely business partners, I still wouldn’t let my woman ever want for something. She’ll figure that out soon enough.

“What was so important that you manhandled me up here?” she asks.

“I talked with Adler.” I move over to the windows, unable to look at her right now. I need to get this out before I rip her to shreds. The fucking girl is beautiful, and all she’s wearing are those damn skinny jeans again and a simple blue cardigan. It’s tight though, and she left the top two buttons undone, which is just enough to show a hint of her breasts.

It’s so damn distracting, and I really wish it weren’t.

“How’s he doing?” she asks. “I hope he’s doing great, your wonderful brother.”

“He informed me that we aren’t allowed to return to Europe for at least one year.”

She’s quiet and doesn’t answer. I expected something from her—surprise, anguish, something, but instead it’s like this barely registers. I glance back over my shoulder and her brows are furrowed. “That was an option?” she finally asks.

“I live in London. My life is there. Friends, jobs, my home. Everything.”

“Oh,” she says, chewing her lip. “Right. Well, I’ll be honest with you. This isn’t a huge deal to me, since I kind of figured I wasn’t going back home for a while already.”

I grunt in reply. Makes sense, though it doesn’t help me at all. “Fine, but now it’s official. We’re here for a year.”

“Guess you know how I feel now.”

“And how’s that?”

“Like you were forced to give up everything you’ve ever known.” She stares at me, so defiant and gorgeous, and I hate her so much it burns my guts. “At least this works out well then for our timeline, right?”

“That’s what I was thinking too.” I meet her gaze, my heart racing. Those pretty lips, those big eyes. She’s always hiding her softness under the sharp edge of her witty mouth, but I see through the mask. Underneath, she’s a kitten, and all she wants in the world is for someone to stroke her, over and over, until she purrs.


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