Four years ago, Winnie met her husband, Elias Moore. He had stormed a warehouse where she was fighting off multiple attackers and killed them all. He should have killed her. Only, he married her.
Now, she was his wife, and she had to follow his rules.
Elias knew he should have killed Winnie. She had been a witness to murder, but there was no way he was going to allow those fucking animals free. After growing up in the system, he knew she'd had a hard life. There was something about her he just couldn’t let her go. So he kept her.
Now, as his wife, she could have anything she wanted. What did she want? She had fallen for her husband. Winnie knew there was no chance of him loving her. She was just a girl that he saved. However, she was no longer just a girl, but a woman. A woman intent on showing her husband that she could give him everything he needed.
When Winnie is targeted, there is no telling what he will do. He was a monster before, but now, he is unstoppable. Anyone who hurts his wife, will die. No questions asked.
Excerpt:
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tell me what happened. Did someone stop you at the club? Did someone scare you?”
She frowned. “What? No.”
“Then tell me, otherwise I am going back there to see what you’re lying about.”
Technically, she was lying, but only to save her own feelings. What if he looked over the security footage and saw her watching him? No, there was no way she could let that happen.
“Did you enjoy your date with the blonde?” she asked, hating the words the moment they spilled from her lips.
Jealousy was a horrible feeling. It was even worse voicing it out aloud. She hated feeling like this.
“Blonde?”
“Yeah, the blonde that was waiting for you, who was very familiar. If you wanted to spend time with your girlfriend, you didn’t have to take me along to humiliate me.” She gritted her teeth.
Winnie tried to be strong, but she felt so fucking useless. She had no right to be angry at him, but she couldn’t help it. He was with other women, and this feeling wasn’t going away. He started to laugh, which made it worse.
She clenched her hands into fists. She was not going to punch him, although it would feel good. Elias didn’t deserve her punches.
“You think that is funny?” she asked.
With every sound of his laughter, it tore her heart out. This was not fun. She wanted to burst into tears.
“Trish is not my girlfriend.”
“Trish? That’s her name. She looked a little too comfortable not to be.”
“Trish is one of the whores I employ. She loves cock and loves making money from riding cock, but I am not fucking Trish.” He didn’t back away. He didn’t give her any space. “Is that what you think?” he asked. “That I’ve got a line of women at my beck and call?”
“Don’t you?”
“No. I could. All it would take is a snap of my fingers, and there would be a line of women waiting to service me, Winnie, but I don’t.”
“Do you expect me to believe that?” she asked.
She was so hopeful that he was telling the truth. Elias had never lied to her, at least not that she was aware of. Did he really have no one?
He leaned in close so his lips were against her ear. The closeness shouldn’t affect her, but she found herself wanting to sink against him.
“Why would I have other women, Winnie, when I have you waiting for me?” he asked.
This made her pull back, and she opened her eyes to look at him. “But … you and I … it’s in name only.”
“For now. But tell me, Winnie, are you curious to know what it would be like between you and me?” he asked. He didn’t pull away. “Is that why you’re jealous? Would you like to be my wife in more than name?”
Every part of Winnie was screaming to run, to hide. This man was a wolf, he was a monster, and she didn’t have any clue what kind of game he was playing. She was no master. She was a child in comparison. Only, that jealousy hadn’t felt nice. She hated it. Lying to him was not the answer.
“Yes,” she said, surprising both of them.
Even more so, she didn’t know how she felt so bold, but she reached up and cupped his face. Elias didn’t move, nor did he move his hands from the counter.
Cupping his face, she stared into his eyes, and then kissed him. She had no idea what she was doing, she followed her intuition. His lips were firm, yet soft, and as she kissed him, the hands that had been trapping her in place wrapped around her.
His touch sent a shockwave of pleasure rushing through her, and she didn’t want him to stop. Their kiss deepened, the first real kiss they had shared.
In pulling her close, she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she let out a little moan, which he swallowed down, kissing her harder. She whimpered, not wanting him to stop.
