His Sweet Menace novel

---- whatever you want with her, but do it here." "Very ruthless of you, Charles. And very kinky, too." Horace wasn't one to deny someone else's pleasure . As he stalked toward me, he said, "Since Charles wants a live show, I can't very well say no." He grabbed onto my ankle and dragged me under him. With tears in my eyes, I stretched a hand out to Charles as I cried and begged, "Charles ... Save me...

I'm really scared..." Wisps of smoke curled around him, making it so I was unable to see his expression clearly. Instead , I heard him cough a few times and, with a voice as cold as ice, say, Don't embarrass me, Shayla. Hearing his cough, I bit down on my lip hard. My manicured nails broke from pressing against the table, and blood seeped from my fingers. I tried my best to squeeze out a smile. "I'll do what you say, Charles. You have a heart condition .

Don't get upset." Charles had congenital heart disease, so he needed to avoid dramatic surges in emotions. Three years ago, before his wedding to Lilith, he had risked his life to undergo a heart transplant. I figured he must have truly loved her and had wanted ---- to grow old with her. In the end, Lilith ran off. And though his surgery was a success , the news still dealt him a massive blow , and he nearly died because of it.

For the past three years, I was the one who had stayed by his side night and day and helped him through those horrible, pain-filled moments. Who knew that after all that, he would just hand me off to someone else? While I was lost in my thoughts , Horace had already lowered his body onto mine, and cheers erupted from the sidelines. I started to struggle. I used everything I had to fight back. I knew Charles very well after spending three years with him.

He was an extreme clean freak when it came to certain things. Usually, if any man so much as touched me accidentally, he would bathe me himself. So, if Horace really did do anything to me tonight , Charles would definitely not want me anymore. While struggling , my fingernails scratched Horace across the neck. He slapped me hard across the face, and then he grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the table.

Though dazed, I could feel one of his hands around ---- my throat while the other pulled on my dress. His smile was sinister as he warned, "Acting all tough? I like that. Go on. Keep fighting me!" With that, he twisted my arm with one hand, and the other snaked out to fully rip my dress open. "Enough ," someone finally spoke out at the critical moment. It was none other than Charles. His voice was calm, and his expression unreadable.

"T said you could play with her, not kill her." I raised my head with much difficulty and locked eyes with him. "Charles," I whimpered. He averted his gaze and turned to Horace instead." Let her go, and that piece of land upstate is yours." Awoman for a piece of land -clearly a worthwhile trade. When Horace let me go, I hurriedly crossed my arms across my chest and shot Charles a sweet smile. "T knew it, Charles. I knew you wouldn't have the heart to-" "Lily, are you happy with this proof that you wanted?"