help breaking a bitch.”
XI
L ACEY WAITED NERVOUSLY BY THE windows. Wolf had left the room. Lally was on his way over. She was terrified. This really might be the end of her entire assignment. It would be too much of a coincidence for Lally when he saw her there. He would wonder what the hell she was doing. There was no way he would believe that she was an old riding friend of Claire’s.
How had she gotten herself into this position? It was a disaster. She wondered if there was any way out of it. She should have given in to Wolf when she still had the chance. She should have told him what he’d wanted to hear. Why had she been so stubborn? She’d thought she was being loyal to Jason. She’d thought she was doing the right thing. Now she realized that she might have ruined everything. If Lally suspected that she was up to something, that would be the end of the entire thing. She’d be out. The story would be over. And her friends, the girls who had trusted her, Chloe and Claire, possibly Claudia, would all be in serious trouble. Even Gretchen and Sandra could be in danger.
She realized that the deeper she got into the story, the more information she got and the closer she got to finding out exactly what was going on, the higher the stakes got.
She wished terribly that she would have given in to Wolf and told him what he’d wanted to hear. She should have said anything, whatever he wanted. What did it matter? What difference did it make? How could she even pretend that she was being loyal to Jason while fucking these other men? But there was something in her, some thread of love between her and Jason, that wouldn’t let her say to Wolf what he wanted to hear. It was as if she was trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity and self-worth she had left, as if that would somehow make her worthy of pursuing a real relationship with Jason.
*
W HEN WOLF RETURNED TO THE room, Lally was standing next to him.
“Well, well, well,” Lally said, shaking his head.
This was it. The game was up.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Lacey looked at him. She was standing close to the sofa. She had no clothes on at all.
“Answer me, bitch,” Lally said.
“Claire asked me to come over.”
“Why the fuck would Claire invite you here? You’re a whore.”
“I’m an old friend of hers. We rode horses together in Montana. That was before.”
“Before what?” Lally said.
“Before I became desperate.”
Wolf was mixing some drinks by the bar and came over to Lally with a glass, clinking with ice and liquor.
“Before you became desperate, you were friends with Claire?”
“Yes.”
“And does she know what you are now?”
“Yes,” Lacey said.
“Then why the hell did she invite you over?”
Lacey didn’t know what to say. The words caught in her throat.
Wolf spoke up. “Claire invited her here to seduce me. She wanted this slut to fuck me so that she wouldn’t have to perform her matrimonial duties.”
“Why, that little bitch,” Lally said.
Wolf nodded.
“I’ll discipline her for you,” Lally said.
This was a disaster. Not only was Lacey in for some awful punishment with these two beasts, but it looked like Claire was going to suffer too.
“No,” Wolf said. “She’s my wife now. It’s my responsibility to keep her in line.”
“Are you sure?” Lally said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I took my belt to her.”
“I’m sure,” Wolf said. “She’s mine. I’ll discipline her.”
Lacey was sickened by the way they were talking about Claire. She couldn’t believe the way Lally spoke of her. If that was how fathers spoke of their daughters then she was glad she didn’t have one.
“Then why have you called me over here?” Lally said, eyeing Lacey with a cruel grin.
“Because of this one,” Wolf said, indicating Lacey with a nod of his head.
Lally looked at her. “What’s the problem?”
Wolf was shaking his head. “I just can’t get the bitch to admit she’s
XI
L ACEY WAITED NERVOUSLY BY THE windows. Wolf had left the room. Lally was on his way over. She was terrified. This really might be the end of her entire assignment. It would be too much of a coincidence for Lally when he saw her there. He would wonder what the hell she was doing. There was no way he would believe that she was an old riding friend of Claire’s.
How had she gotten herself into this position? It was a disaster. She wondered if there was any way out of it. She should have given in to Wolf when she still had the chance. She should have told him what he’d wanted to hear. Why had she been so stubborn? She’d thought she was being loyal to Jason. She’d thought she was doing the right thing. Now she realized that she might have ruined everything. If Lally suspected that she was up to something, that would be the end of the entire thing. She’d be out. The story would be over. And her friends, the girls who had trusted her, Chloe and Claire, possibly Claudia, would all be in serious trouble. Even Gretchen and Sandra could be in danger.
She realized that the deeper she got into the story, the more information she got and the closer she got to finding out exactly what was going on, the higher the stakes got.
She wished terribly that she would have given in to Wolf and told him what he’d wanted to hear. She should have said anything, whatever he wanted. What did it matter? What difference did it make? How could she even pretend that she was being loyal to Jason while fucking these other men? But there was something in her, some thread of love between her and Jason, that wouldn’t let her say to Wolf what he wanted to hear. It was as if she was trying to hold on to whatever shred of dignity and self-worth she had left, as if that would somehow make her worthy of pursuing a real relationship with Jason.
*
W HEN WOLF RETURNED TO THE room, Lally was standing next to him.
“Well, well, well,” Lally said, shaking his head.
This was it. The game was up.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
Lacey looked at him. She was standing close to the sofa. She had no clothes on at all.
“Answer me, bitch,” Lally said.
“Claire asked me to come over.”
“Why the fuck would Claire invite you here? You’re a whore.”
“I’m an old friend of hers. We rode horses together in Montana. That was before.”
“Before what?” Lally said.
“Before I became desperate.”
Wolf was mixing some drinks by the bar and came over to Lally with a glass, clinking with ice and liquor.
“Before you became desperate, you were friends with Claire?”
“Yes.”
“And does she know what you are now?”
“Yes,” Lacey said.
“Then why the hell did she invite you over?”
Lacey didn’t know what to say. The words caught in her throat.
Wolf spoke up. “Claire invited her here to seduce me. She wanted this slut to fuck me so that she wouldn’t have to perform her matrimonial duties.”
“Why, that little bitch,” Lally said.
Wolf nodded.
“I’ll discipline her for you,” Lally said.
This was a disaster. Not only was Lacey in for some awful punishment with these two beasts, but it looked like Claire was going to suffer too.
“No,” Wolf said. “She’s my wife now. It’s my responsibility to keep her in line.”
“Are you sure?” Lally said. “It wouldn’t be the first time I took my belt to her.”
“I’m sure,” Wolf said. “She’s mine. I’ll discipline her.”
Lacey was sickened by the way they were talking about Claire. She couldn’t believe the way Lally spoke of her. If that was how fathers spoke of their daughters then she was glad she didn’t have one.
“Then why have you called me over here?” Lally said, eyeing Lacey with a cruel grin.
“Because of this one,” Wolf said, indicating Lacey with a nod of his head.
Lally looked at her. “What’s the problem?”
Wolf was shaking his head. “I just can’t get the bitch to admit she’s
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