by Sam Crescent
Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords
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Copyright© 2020 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-0-3695-0241-4
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Audrey Bobak
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
CRIME LORD’S WIFE
Curvy Women Wanted, 24
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2020
Chapter One
“Excuse me?” Rose Miles asked, looking at her husband and not the heavily inked man wearing slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
The mystery man held up the wedding band she’d given to her husband two years ago. At times, she truly believed it was the biggest mistake of her life. Sean Miles hadn’t exactly been loyal, loving, or kind. There were many nights when he didn’t come home, and she was grateful until the debts started to roll in. He’d stopped paying the rent, the electric, and the money disappeared from their joint account, and he never told her why. What Sean didn’t know was she’d opened a separate bank account and in recent weeks, she’d been looking at a possible divorce.
She didn’t want to live with him anymore. This wasn’t the married life she wanted.
“You’re mine,” he said.
“Okay. So, you come in here at two in the morning and tell me to pack up because my husband decided to put me up for sale in a card game.” She laughed. “You think I’ll consider this legal?”
“It is legal and binding,” he said.
“Just go with them, Rose,” Sean said.
“Hell, no. Selling a person in a card game is not legal. I don’t give a crap.”
“Do you have a million dollars?” Sean asked.
“What?” There was no way she heard that price. Surely? It would be crazy, even for her husband.
She looked at the man who was supposed to be the love of her life but had actually turned into one giant disappointment.
“How? What?”
“It’s what he has to pay. The rules of the game,” the man said.
“How can you even join a damn thing like that when you don’t have that kind of cash?” She clenched her hands into fists.
“Damn it, Rose, just go, okay? Do it. You know you want to.”
She looked at the man. “Who are you? I don’t even know you.”
He stared at her for a few seconds. She hated his perusal. It made her nervous.
“Jared Cain.” He didn’t offer his hand.
She put her hands on her hips, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m guessing that if I don’t go with you, bad stuff happens?”
His brow rose.
That was all.
Glaring at Sean, she nodded. “Fine. I guess I’m your property for however long this happens to be. Do I get to go and pack a bag?” Maybe she could escape out of the window, even if she was afraid of heights. Any height, that was. She couldn’t stand to be near a window. Opening the curtains was a challenge if she allowed herself to look down.
“No,” Jared said. “You come with me now.”
She scoffed. “And I’ve got to do as I’m told?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head. “At least you’re honest.” Glancing at her husband and then at her owner, she couldn’t believe this was happening. As she stepped toward him, he put a hand at her back. Then she noticed the three other men in her home. They all looked dangerous, like they’d stepped right out of a gangster movie. Only this wasn’t some source of entertainment. This was her life and they were part of it.
Nibbling on her lip, she averted her gaze as Jared urged her forward.
Why was she agreeing to this? This wasn’t her debt. She stopped.
“If you think you can argue with this, think again. You’re married to him. Whatever happens to him for not paying a debt will come down on your shoulders.”
“You’ve got to be kidding, right?” she asked.
“No.”
“Who are you?”
“Your husband thought he could play with the big boys. He’s going to realize he is nothing more than a child in the scheme of things. He thought he could bluff his way to the top. There is no such thing.” He pushed her forward and rather than put up a fight, she followed him out of their home, and into the night. There was a black car waiting; of course there was.
Another gangster type stood holding the back passenger door open.
She thanked him and climbed in. Being polite had been drilled into her when she was a child. Her parents hadn’t believed in rebellious children and any out-of-turn speaking was met with a slap.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, she put the seatbelt on. She glanced at Jared to find him watching her.
Tense, she quickly faced forward. “It’s rude to watch people,” she said.
“I’m just staring at what now belongs to me.” His finger traced down her cheek, going to her neck.
She grabbed said finger and held it. “Don’t.”
He chuckled. “You think you’re in any position to tell me what to do?”
“You’ve got yourself a wife. Don’t you know there’s no touching, not even any talking, or anything like that when it comes to being married?” She gritted her teeth. That was her marriage, even after the short time they’d been together.
“I thought that was after fifty years?” he asked.
“Then you’re very much wrong.”
“Sean doesn’t satisfy you?”
“This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you.” She slid her hands beneath her legs.
She was in a car with a stranger. A man she didn’t know, and he’d touched her face. That one touch alone had done … something to her. Staring out of the window, she tried to ignore him.
“It will be because as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be riding my dick the moment we get back to my place. I’d like to know who I’m dealing with.”
His words made her jerk and she looked at him, shocked. “Excuse me?”
“Your husband sang your praises. Said you were worth a million dollars as he put this very band in the center of the table. He told us all that your pussy is like gold.”
She frowned. “That’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because … me and him, ugh!” She growled. The sex between her and Sean had been crap. What did this man expect from her?
****
Jared expected the injustice, the anger, the resilience. After all, he’d just gone and told a strange woman that she’d become his. She now belonged to him. Every single part of her was nothing short of curvy perfection. The moment Sean put his wedding band in the ring and showed a picture of his woman, Jared had known he wanted her. Who wouldn’t with those big tits, full hips, and rounded ass? Every part of her called to him to possess. He wanted to fuck her, to hold on to those generous hips as he pounded inside her.
He’d felt an instant heat in his cock and the need to see her in person, to take her, well, it had only gotten stronger. What he found even more fascinating than her indignation was her curiosity. Rose wanted him, or at least her body did. The shirt she wore molded to every single curve and the tightness of her nipples were a calling to be sucked. When he first saw her tonight, he thought he was going to have to go easy on her, but there was s
omething between husband and wife, something he wasn’t quite sure of.
What Rose Miles didn’t realize was the true extent of ownership he now claimed over her. The moment Sean had placed the wedding band within the circle, lawyers had been called, documents already signed. All he needed to do now was get Rose to sign them, and of course, the necessary paperwork was being drafted for her to become his in every sense of the word.
He closed the door behind him and watched as she stood, hands clenched at her sides, waiting for whatever instruction she needed. Along with the marriage documents, he’d organized a full background check so he could know everything there was to know about his wife.
She glanced around the apartment.
What was she thinking? She bit her lip. Those white teeth sinking into the flesh but not drawing blood. He wanted to run his thumb across her lip, to know everything about her, and this was indeed a unique situation.
Most women kept his attention for only a few minutes. He could fuck them and forget them just as fast. There was no doubt he was damn good in bed. When it came to the opposite sex, he never went out of his way to make them comfortable.
Walking past her, he went straight to his whiskey stand and poured them both a small glass. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to her. She still stood in his corridor. Placing the glass in her hand, he stared at her, waiting.
She took a sip, wrinkled her nose, and downed the rest.
Smiling, he took the glass from her and moved toward his kitchen, putting them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter, realizing he had two options here. One, leave her alone and allow her to become accustomed to what was happening, while getting blue balls in the process. The second, go out and see if his suspicions were correct.
He stared at the wall ahead of him.
This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a nice man. To get what he wanted and where he was, he’d hurt people, and he had no remorse about that.
Slamming his hand down on the edge of the kitchen sink, he then moved out to where she still stood.
She looked at him, and he kept his gaze on her.
Time stood still.
Choices.
He closed the distance, sinking his fingers into her hair. He didn’t talk, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.
She gasped and as she stepped back, he followed, pinning her up against the wall. He lifted her hands, pressing them either side of her head. Tracing his tongue across her bottom lip, he heard her moan and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He swallowed down her moan, teasing her.
Locking both of her hands above her head in his tight grip, he slowly teased a finger down her body, stroking across her beaded nipple. She was aroused.
He moved down to cup between her thighs. The jeans she wore got in the way. Popping the button open, he shoved his hand inside her panties and finally touched her to find her soaking wet.
Rose cried out, pulling away from the kiss. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He pressed two fingers inside her, watching as she cried out again.
His decision was made as her eyes closed, her mouth went open, and another sound of pleasure was emitted. Pulling his hand from her pussy, he bent down, pressed his shoulder against her stomach, and lifted her in his arms.
She gripped his ass. “What are you doing?”
Again, words were never good. People always said too much. In his line of work, he’d learned he found out more about a person from what they didn’t say. After kicking open the doors to his bedroom, he placed her on the floor. Before she could even complain, he gripped the edge of her shirt and tore it open. Buttons sprayed across the room. He tugged the offending fabric off her arms, depositing it on the floor.
Next were her jeans. The button was already open. Kneeling down in front of her, he pulled them down her thighs. She released a gasp but didn’t complain as he offered her a hand to step right out of them.
He pulled his knife from his pocket, slid the blade between her skin and the fabric of her panties, and cut. Her bra was his next victim. She stood before him naked.
With his gaze still on her, only breaking as he removed his shirt, followed by the rest of his clothes.
Now, with only a small gap between them, they were completely naked, and he watched her, to see if he’d pushed too far. There was shock but also arousal.
Rose liked to be controlled. She may deny it, but he saw something within her gaze that he was more than willing to work with.
Chapter Two
This was wrong.
Regardless of what her husband had done.
This was very, very wrong.
Rose stared at this man. His chest and arms covered in ink. Some of it tribal, others pictures; he was a canvas of beauty. She’d always loved tattoos but had been too afraid of the needle to get one. She wasn’t a big fan of pain or being touched by strangers. Ironic considering she was soaking wet and wanted him.
How could she even think about wanting him?
It was crazy.
So fucking crazy.
He’d won her in a card game. Wrong on every single level but as he stepped toward her, she wasn’t even tempted to say no.
Jared took her hand and wrapped it around his swollen cock. Sex with her husband had been dull, missionary, always in the dark. Never exciting. Sure, his hand had fumbled between her thighs for a few minutes but when she hadn’t come at will, he’d gotten bored and stopped. Told her there was something wrong with her. Asshole. Why had she stayed with him this long?
Pushing her hatred of Sean aside, she gripped Jared’s length, working from the base up to the tip, then back down again. He kept on looking at her. His gaze was so intent, she couldn’t look away, not that she wanted to. He was so focused on her and as he groaned, his hand covered hers.
She looked down and watched as he ran his thumb across his glistening tip and lifted it up, pressing it against her mouth. At first, she kept her lips closed, but he only ran his pre-cum along her lips.
As she opened up, he pressed his thumb inside, and she let out a little moan as he touched her.
“Lick them.”
She pressed her tongue to her lips and ran them all over her mouth, keeping her gaze on him.
“That’s right, baby,” he said. He shoved her hand away from his cock and pushed her back. She landed on the bed. “Spread them.”
“What?”
“Your legs. I want to see the pussy I now own.”
Those words, his actions, they shouldn’t set her on fire, but they did. What the hell was wrong with her? This wasn’t right!
She opened her thighs and he stepped between them. His hands went to her knees and she tensed up as he slowly slid down, going toward the juncture of her thighs, but he didn’t actually touch her.
“Relax.”
It was impossible to do so, not with his hands on her.
Still, he didn’t move, giving her seconds. She started to relax but then he touched her, and she stiffened as his fingers grazed across her pussy. She was tense and then she cried out as he slid his fingers between her slit. The touch shocked her to the core. Her eyes went wide as he pressed a finger inside her. He wasn’t one to wait as he did a second finger. In and out, he twisted them, stroking over a point inside her that made her cry out.
His thumb brushed across her clit. “Tell me, Rose, has that husband of yours ever taken the time to taste this pussy?”
She shook her head.
“How long has it been?” he asked.
“Months.”
He smiled.
She watched as he went to his knees and then she arched off the bed as his mouth covered her clit and he started to lick and suck at her pussy. Gripping the sheets beneath her, she tried not to focus on his touch and think about everything else. She tried to think of her hatred of Sean, how he’d annoyed her. How pissed off she was to even be near him, but none of it came to mind as Jared licked and sucked.
All
she wanted to do was rub her pussy against his face, to feel him, and that was exactly what she did. Forgetting how she should be pissed at him, she instead enjoyed him as he licked her clit. His fingers continued to stroke inside her, and she wanted more.
It wasn’t long before she started to feel her orgasm building. This couldn’t be happening. She’d never come by any other hand other than her own, but as he licked, stroked, and brought her close to the edge, she came and did so hard. She’d never experienced an orgasm like it.
At one point, his hand came to her stomach and he held her down, keeping her in place as he worked her pussy. Jared only stopped, pressing a kiss to her clit, when he was done.
Staring at him, she couldn’t believe this was happening, but he smirked as he sat back. “You don’t need to do that,” she said.
“The best response is thank you.”
He knelt between her thighs, taking hold of her hips, and nudged her up the bed. She went, collapsing against the pillow, watching him. Again, the smirk was still very much in place.
Jared took hold of his cock and as the tip touched her slit, she put a hand on his chest. “Wait.”
His brow went up.
“I’m not on any … erm, I’m not on the pill.”
She and Sean used condoms always.
“Then we better look at getting you on it.”
She cried out as he pressed the tip of his cock to her core and slammed in balls deep. He was long, thick, and wow, he hit spots within her that she didn’t think were possible. His hand went to her knee, lifting her leg around his waist before sliding down.
Staring up into his eyes, she didn’t know what she expected. He paused, balls deep inside her. She was soaking wet from her orgasm. This had never happened before. The lights were on, and she could see him.
Jared started to move. There was no speed to his thrusts, he just eased out until the tip remained and slammed in deep.