HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 134

Meadow’s POV:

“If you want to beg, then do it properly,” I gritted out, tossing my purse onto the floor.

I was boiling.

My insides were on fire.

I had never known Tyler as a coward. I used to look at him like he hung the fucking moon–even while he was treating me badly. I was so blinded by love and adoration and the fact that someone was showing me a little bit of attention, when in truth, he only showed me a little attention because he was trying to get me to fall in love with him for Juniper.

Which worked a little too well.

And now, after everything that had happened, everything that he had done and said to me… he would so easily fold and try to beg me to listen to him.

Tyler shoved out a nervous, breathy laughter. “Meadow, what’re you-”

“Alaric?” I murmured, turning to face him. He was already looking at me, a proud smirk on his face. He arched a brow in response. “Can you get him on his knees for me, daddy?” My voice was low, but I made sure it was loud enough for Tyler to hear.

Alaric’s gaze dropped to my mouth and I wished he would kiss me right now. “Whatever you want, princess.”

My breath hitched.

Princess. That was new, but I fucking loved it.

Before I could say anything else, Alaric had wrapped a hand around Tyler’s neck.

He didn’t even try to fight or run. Maybe because Alaric’s cold warning was still echoing in his ears. “I’ll do it,” he choked out. “Sir, I swear. I’ll do it. Just…”

“I don’t see your knees moving, Ty,” I cut in, crossing my arms in front of my chest. “If you’re trying to apologize to me, you should look up at me while doing so, don’t you think?”

Tyler’s entire face was red–I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or the fact that he couldn’t breathe. He looked at Alaric, his eyes pleading while Alaric expression was stoic. He narrowed his gaze. “You heard her.”

Just then, Tyler’s knees buckled and he lowered himself to the floor. Only then did Alaric unwrap his fingers from his neck. Tyler coughed out air as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he turned to face me. “Meadow, I had no idea, I swear. I didn’t mean-”

“To almost rape me?” I spat. “You didn’t mean to try to make my life miserable? To string me along for two fucking years while you fucked my sister behind my back?”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. “That was… I was high that night. You know t-”

I didn’t even let him finish his sentence before I swung my hand toward his face, slapping his cheek so hard his head jerked to the side.

I hated him. I wanted to do more to hurt him. I didn’t have feelings for Tyler anymore obviously–I lost them the night he hurt me—but now it just felt like I was channeling not only the anger I felt toward him, but the one I felt toward my sister.

And with Alaric standing by me, a sense of boldness overwhelmed me. For some reason, I wanted him to be proud of me. I wanted him to see that I wasn’t always going to let anyone walk all over me. That I could handle myself.

I wanted to be worthy of him.

Just then, Alaric pulled me close to him, his hand around my arm as he leaned in to whisper. “Fucking hell, baby,” he breathed low into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “That was fucking sexy.”

Warmth spread throughout my chest and core, and I smiled at him, leaning in to kiss the corner of his mouth while his other hand drifted down to my ass.

And then he spanked it. In front of Tyler. “What do you want me to do to him?” he whispered so only I could hear.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I turned around to face Tyler again. His fists were curled on either side of him, his jaw clenched as he glared at me.

It was then that I realized something else…

He wasn’t only surprised that I was Alaric’s wife. He was furious.

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