Page 74 of Unchained

“Okay. So, what price are we talking to explore taking my ass for the first time? Millions, right?”

I don’t know what possessed me to say that, but I did. I’ve never had this conversation with anyone. But around Colten, I blurt out things before my brain catches up. Maybe I’m comfortable around him… maybe I’d also be able to explore more with him.

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. I pop another mouthful of pancake in, trying to keep my expression neutral. I don’t know how well I’m playing this off.

I’ve sat in negotiations for billions of dollars worth of property and not broken a sweat. Yet this? This has me melting.

“Because you’re my wife, I’ll do you a deal. The full platinum service. You get to order me around, use me and my dick however you please. Any hole you want. Nine hundred thousand for the day.”

I nod slowly, tapping my fork against the plate. “I’ll consider your proposal, Mr. Sterling. If I do decide to invest, I’ll let you know.”

He bites into his strawberry. “You’ve got twenty-four hours. Otherwise, the price doubles.”

“Noted.”

We sit and finish our food in comfortable silence; I manage to defeat two of the three pancakes before giving up.

“Good girl,” he praises as he picks up my plate.

I frown. What the hell…

As he walks away and I’m fixated on the muscles in his back, it clicks into place. He cooked me a meal; I didn’t eat it all, and I didn’t even try to.

I smile so hard my cheeks hurt.

That bastard. He’s getting to me. And I don’t hate it.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Colten

Song- Swim, Chase Atlantic

“Hey, G?” I say, looking over at her on the sun lounger next to me. Her huge sunglasses are on, her mouth is open.

And then she snores.

I was about to tell her we’ve got a couple of hours until Enzo sends over the intel. I know they’re close to cracking it, so we should have Nikos’ location soon.

But now… I have a whole new venture to focus on. Payback starts now.

I hold my breath as I sit up and place my phone on the floor, and with every muscle tensed in my six-foot-three frame, I stand up. And I tiptoe. I fucking tiptoe like a cartoon from my lounger to hers.

There are probably three feet between her and the pool. I can do this. She’s unarmed, well, unless she carries something between her ass cheeks, because other than that, there is minimal fabric on her body.

Bending down, I slide my hand under her back, and the same way you’d deal with an alligator, I snatch her up into my arms and hold her tight against my chest.

“Colten!!” she squeals.

Ignoring her protests, I sprint to the edge of the pool and throw her in.

“Fuck!!!!” she screams.

The water splashes against my legs as she descends under the surface, and I let out a laugh. She’s going to be furious. But hearing her squeal is worth it.

I step closer as she thrashes around under the water. “I can’t swim!”

I laugh. “Don’t lie,” I shout back.