Page 113 of My Sweet Poison
“We are absolutely consummating this marriage before we land. But there are some other things we need to talk about first.”
“Fuck you,” she spat.
“Eloquent as always, darling. But I am serious. We need to talk first. And if you do not calm down and talk to me, I am going to spank you until you do.”
The engines roared as we started barreling down the runway. I snatched both flutes of champagne, handing her one as we took off.
Her fingers whitened around the stem. Her eyes cut to mine as she drained the entire glass in one gulp. As soon as the airplane leveled out, I undid the seat belt, and she came off the seat before the belt cleared her hips.
“Now you want to talk? Fucking now? How did you even get a bishop to marry us like that?”
“Money.” I shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world, because it was.
I refilled her flute. When I handed it to her, she hurled it at my head. I barely dodged it. Champagne splattered across the wall as shards of glass exploded around us.
“What is it with you and breaking glass?” I asked.
“I will break everything you own until you annul this fucking marriage.”
“Enough,” I said.
“You don’t get to tell me when it’s enough, I—” She choked off her words when I picked her up and dropped her back on the bed. I followed her down, pinning her flat, holding her wrists above her head with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.
“Now is the time for you to shut your pretty fucking mouth and open your fucking ears. If you continue to fight me, then I will give your mouth something to work on.” She sank her teeth into the flesh of my hand, and I pulled back with a curse. I half expected to see blood.
“Shove your cock in my mouth, and I’ll bite it off.”
I pulled her off the bed, turned her around, and in seconds, I had her bent over my knee as I ripped her pants off.
My hand slammed down on her ass, and she screamed a stream of obscenities that would make a sailor blush. I spankedher again. She could swear and curse all she wanted; her body told a different story.
Her skin pinked for me. After the third spank, her muscles unclenched, and her hips rose ever so slightly to meet my palm.
“Are you ready to listen?” I asked after the tenth slap, when she finally stopped yelling and only whimpered.
She said nothing.
“I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to soothe your skin, then I’ll give you what you need, but you need to listen first.” I kept her bent over my thigh as I reached for the aloe lotion next to the bed and worked it into her hot skin.
“If I don’t?” She squirmed in my grip, and I smacked her ass again in warning.
“Then you’ll be over my knee until you can’t sit for a week, and instead of satisfying your cunt, I’m going to fuck your ass until you behave.” Her thighs clenched then her weight shifted.
She stopped fighting.
“Are you going to listen?”
“Fine,” she huffed as she slid off my lap and wrapped a corner of the blanket over her hips.
“I’ve told you that Jameson is alive and I helped him fake his death, but I haven’t told you the entire story.”
“Shocker.”
She opened her mouth to say more but I laid my finger over her lips and raised my voice to drown out whatever curse she was about to fling at me. “Pierce changed the rules of the game when he brought Madison into play. The thing is…I’ve never been a fan of losing.”
CHAPTER 54
MADISON
