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(A BDSM Erotic Romance)

The entrance of Felicias dysfunctional family puts a strain on the newlyweds and Anton takes his frustration out in the bedroom. However, after observing Felicia and her mother, Anton displays a softer side of himself. Can Felicia let her guard down enough to borrow his strength?

This 10,500 word short story is the sixth installment in The Billionaires Wife series. (bdsm, erotic romance, reluctant, billionaire, arranged marriage, spanking)

EXCERPT:

I shook my head. "Its not like they beat me or abused me or something," I said. "They just werent great to have around. And now theyre around again. I cant get away."

Anton pushed away from the door and came to stand in front of me as I shucked my coat from my shoulders and laid it over the nearest chair. "I dont think thats true," he said.

I tried not to roll my eyes at him and failed. "Oh yeah?" I said. "Well, you arent me. Im not you. I cant just command everyone to do my bidding with a word and a glance of those come-hither eyes."

"You think I have come-hither eyes?" he said, amused.

"Dont push it," I told him.

Anton smiled, real and genuine, not his Zen smile. He was amazing when he smiled. "You do have power, Felicia," he said. "You only have to learn to use it."

I shook my head. "I dont know how."

His face softened. Without warning, he reached out and pulled me to him. I stumbled, startled, against his chest, my hands coming up to brace myself, but the sensation of his hard body against the palms of my hands had me pausing, lingering, savoring.

His fingers trailed over my back, up my arms, and I listed into him, tilting my head back.
He gazed down at me with intense, green eyes, fixated on my lips. His hands slid up and up, until he cradled my head in his hands. A thumb alighted on my lips.

"Your voice," he said. "You must use your voice. Speak and make yourself be heard."

His other hand abandoned my face, slipping down my arm and coming up to cover my fingers where they lay against his chest. "And if people will not listen to you, you must do what you must. Use these hands. Ive seen your artthere is power in you. Build your own life, Felicia."

Tears stung my eyes. How could he say such things to me? I had been coerced into marrying him. Nothing was mine any longer.

He seemed to read my mind, or perhaps my thoughts were plain on my face. Leaning in, he rested his forehead against mine.

"I am not the enemy, Felicia. I am your companion, as you are mine. I may have... acquired you in an unconventional way, but I wanted a wife. And you acquired me in the bargain."

I closed my eyes. My heart hurt in my chest, as though it had been rubbed raw.

Anton drew me closer, and I felt the stirrings of his arousal against my belly. I inhaled sharply.

"You can say no," he said. His voice vibrated in my skin, in my bones. "You always have the last say. Ill not be a rapist."

I swallowed, hard. "I dont want to say no," I said. "Please, just make me come." Wipe it away. Make me forget for a little while.

"Gladly," he breathed...

Bartered Passion: The Billionaire's Wife, Part 6

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