༺RAYNE༻ “I'm about to show you how I think with my dick.” Liam soughs, pinning my hands above my head and pressing them into the bed. What? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Is he going to do what I think he is? He roughly tears my legs apart with one grip, pushing my mini dress upwards. My dress rips at the sides, giving him the leverage to spread my thighs farther apart. He presses his groin against my mound and dips his head close to my face. “Stop!” I shriek and struggle beneath his huge, sturdy frame. Fuck! This man is so strong! “You've been running your mouth too much lately. It's not cute anymore,” he sneers, breathing heavily against my face. “It's time I taught you a lesson. Perhaps a good fuck is the right punishment for you.” He draws in a loud breath and drops his head lower. “But it wouldn't be much of a punishment now, would it? Since you've been dying to have me fuck you for a long time now.” That was before. He's crazy if he thinks I still want that afte
༺RAYNE༻Liam and I stare at each other, both of us unsure how to respond. It had never occurred to us that we would have to go on a honeymoon after we're married. Liam didn't think it was even necessary for our charade hence he would've planned something like that for us.Lucas seems to pick up on our hesitation. “What’s the matter? Do you have some other pressing matters that need your attention? You both don't look excited.”“No, no, we are excited,” Liam coos, snaking his arm around my waist and drawing me closer to him. “Aren't we, babe?”My breasts clamp against his chest, my nipples protruding through the soft cotton of Liam's T-shirt. I fake a sweet smile and place my hand on Liam's chest.“Yes, yes, we're very excited,” I agree with a firm nod. “It’s just...we hadn’t planned on...”My voice falters when Liam gives me a look that demands I stop talking. He's worried I might say something that would throw Lucas off or make him suspect us.Lucas grunts and shakes his head. “Kids
༺RAYNE༻“Bonjour, Paris!”After an almost 13-hour flight, we touch down in Paris. Our car pulls up to the hotel Lucas booked for us. I’m gazing at the place in awe. I have to admit, it’s pretty darn impressive. I’m not exactly doing cartwheels of excitement but I can appreciate the beauty and elegance of this place.Who knew the City of Love could be so swanky?Liam reaches for my hand and gives it a gentle squeeze as soon as we step out of the car. The gesture is all for show obviously. We’re supposed to look like a perfect couple after all. This man doesn’t slack when it comes to playing his part.“Monsieur and Madame Everhart,” a doorman greets us with a respectful bow. “Welcome to Paris. It is an honour to have you stay with us.”Liam just nods while I mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. We’re ushered into the lobby, where everything is just as fancy as the exterior suggested. A very large chandelier hangs from the ceiling like a crystal spider, illuminated with very bright light.It’s th
༺RAYNE༻ It's Day 2 of our honeymoon. So far there's been nothing spectacular or eventful. All Liam and I did yesterday was sleep, eat and sleep. Well, I did more of the sleeping. I slept so much I think I've set a new record while Liam was probably setting a record for most hours spent staring at a screen. He almost never got off his phone or left his laptop. Even if we're not a real couple and we won't be doing all of those sappy romantic things like sunset dinners, couples massages or lovey-dovey walks along the Seine, it'd be really nice to enjoy our stay in Paris. I might never come back here again. My memories of this place shouldn't be only of hotel room walls and Liam's screen time. I want to experience the beauty of Paris, even if it's just for a few days. I want to make real memories here even if this honeymoon is nothing but crap. My voice is sharp when I say to Liam out of the blue, “I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” No response. He's so fixated on his laptop, tapping
༺RAYNE༻ “Damien?” Liam utters his name like a curse, his voice rumbling with a low growl. He snatches the card from my grasp and reads it again and again as if doing so would change the words or make them less true. His eyes narrow into slits, his jaw tightens, and his face darkens with each passing second. It's like he's trying to will the message away, but it's there, staring him in the face. “What the fuck is this, Rayne?” He raises the card to my face, the muscles and veins straining in his arms like they're about to rip out. “Why the fuck is that son of a bitch sending you lingerie and love notes?” I flinch at the intensity of his anger and step back. I'm just as shocked as he is. How the hell would I know why Damien sent me lingerie? I never thought he could do something like this. Sure, our date that night was fun and all. But that was all it was. Plain fun. Damien didn't give me any reason to believe or suspect that he was into me or that he had any romantic feelings for
༺RAYNE༻A flash of surprise flickers in Liam's dark, fierce eyes but it's quickly replaced by a piercing glare that cuts right through me. I watch as his fists clench even tighter, his knuckles turning white.I’ve crossed a line, one that I can’t uncross. His jaw is set so tight I can see a muscle throbbing in his temple. He slowly takes a step forward while I subconsciously move backward.“What did you just say?” His question comes out in a dangerously low pitch tone that's more unsettling than his loud shouts.I step back again and stumble, my breathing shallow, my eyes fixed on his. I raise my palms in a defensive gesture as I shrink.Liam repeats, slightly raising his voice, “What. Did. You. Say?”“I... I...”Why are you scared to speak now, Rayne? Go on, tell him. Tell him. What's the worst that could happen? What's he going to do? Yell and blow a gasket. There's nothing more he could do. My subconscious whispers to me, trying to reason and coax me into telling Liam what I really
༺RAYNE༻ “What did you just say?” I'm glaring at Genevieve, watching the smirk on her caked face widening. “It was you? You sent the gifts?” I don't want to believe my ears. Maybe I heard her wrong. She couldn't have sent the lingerie and the other stuff. But Genevieve is quick to rub it in my face and confirm my doubts. “Yes, I sent them,” she says in a firm tone, her voice oozing with pride. “I knew it would get under Liam's skin and I was right. You two are fighting, aren't you? Good. Very good. I had no doubt it would work.“ My lips divide into an 'O'. So Genevieve was behind it all. She's trying to create a rift between Liam and me. And it's working. First, she followed us all the way to Paris and then sent those gifts. She's a dirty rotten snake who'll stop at nothing to get what she wants. It's pathetic! I'm still thinking of a fitting reply for her. I don't know why it's taking so damn long to come up with something. Genevieve takes a step closer. “I just wanted to speed
༺RAYNE༻ Talk about showing up whenever I need him the most! Liam's face twitches as he holds me steadily and reaches for my face. His thumb grazes my bottom lip, touching the blood. I wince and gasp, tasting the metallic flavour of my blood. His eyes burn as he stares at my bruised lip for seconds too long. He steadies me on the ground and leads me to stand behind him. He doesn't say a word to me. He just balls his fists and then has his back turned to me And before I can even blink he attacks Daniel with just one punch that he doesn't see coming. It's the hardest and most satisfying punch I've ever seen. It sends Daniel flying to the ground and gasping for air. “Liam!” Genevieve screams and covers her mouth as she gazes at Daniel in horror. I stare silently while Liam ignores her shriek and marches to where Daniel is lying. The imbecile coughs and blood sprays from his lips, a disgusting mist of blood that stains his teeth and chin, as he struggles to speak, but only manages a