Begin Again 

He marched her out of the club, his fingers gripping her upper arm, snarling at anyone who got too close. A red Ferrari waited by the curb. He opened the door, pushed her inside and went to the driver’s door. The engine roared to life, and he pulled out into traffic deftly.

He rolled the windows down. “Removing the implant must have disrupted your cycle,” he commented, calmer. “We are very lucky the Heathridge called me immediately. An omega in heat is a powerful thing,” he chuckled a little as he said it. “The guys at the club had no chance. No doubt many are trying to soothe their wives and girlfriends as we speak.”

When she didn’t respond, he sighed. “I didn’t organise it, Jane,” he said softly. “I would have left the implant in place. You are very young. There is absolutely no need to rush into having children yet.” 

“Except that the sooner I have children, the sooner you can divorce me,” she muttered. “And marry Angelique.”

He pulled up out front of the house but caught her wrist when she turned to try to get out the car. “There will be no divorce, Jane,” his blue eyes glowed with his wolf. “You are my wife until death do us part.” He released her and got out of the car.

She let herself out, and refused his hand when he offered it, tossing her hair, and stalking into the house, past Heathridge and up the stairs. Baron paused to pass the Ferrari keys to the butler and mutter instructions, running effortlessly up the stairs after her and following on her heels, allowing her no opportunity to block his access to the room.

He tossed his cuff links into the little tray with a chuckle. “I am going to run out at this rate,” he observed.

making her hands tremble as she pulled off her dress, her body aching with need, her

and off, and the feel of his body

is no use fighting you,” she

didn’t want to fight me,” he said softly.

hand from her wrist to her shoulder, and then lifted her hair back exposing her shoulder and neck to his mouth. “At our wedding, I overheard, as she no doubt intended me to do, Alice remarking about how you thought that you were marrying beneath a Corbyn and had to be dragged to

most hurt with their words,” he began to kiss along her neck, and she closed her eyes leaning her head to the side, giving in to the heat, to the demands of her body. “And I know that. I should know better than to feed into their poison, but I let those words in, and they festered the

He turned her to face him and framed her face with his hands so that she had no option but to meet his eyes. “I am versorry for that, Jane,” he said and leaned forward to brush his lips over hers, his kiss tender and gentle. She turned her face away

love to Angelique? She wondered, for his hands were

the heat cramping her for

the tip of his c-ck dragging against her and causing her to groan

to hers, devouring him without gentleness, making her mouth against his as he had made his body against hers since their wedding

she had stilled

he breathed.

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