Claimed As His (Mail Order Brides, 2)

By: Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent

She curled her fingers into her palms and clenched her teeth, glaring at him. “That’s not the point. It’s clear you’ve gotten everything handed to you on a silver platter. I, on the other hand, have had to work my ass off to get where I’m at. Maybe my little apartment above a pizza place is as low as it can be for someone like you, but for me it meant everything.” She stood then, feeling strength move through her. “Marrying you was probably the worst mistake I ever made.” He was full-on grinning now, and as she involuntarily lowered her gaze down his body, she saw he was sporting a huge erection. She felt her eyes widen, her throat tighten, and her mouth go dry.

“I can’t help it,” he said. She snapped her gaze back to his. “The fact that you’re standing up to me is hot as hell.”

All she could do was stand there and stare at him in disbelief. This man was incorrigible. He infuriated and annoyed her, but she also couldn’t help that right now, seeing the product of his arousal, the thick, long length pressed against his slacks, turned her on as well. Was she so insane, so desperate to have somebody love her and care for her, that she’d settle for this arrogant asshole?

Instead of saying anything else, she turned and stomped off into one of the bedrooms off the hallway. There, she shut the door and leaned against it, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

Could she really go through with this? Could she really stay with a man like Ian?

At twenty-three she had virtually no sexual experience aside from a few instances of making out and groping when she was in school. And that had left much to be desired. But for as arrogant as Ian was, she knew he probably could please a woman. She wasn’t what anyone would call classically beautiful, not with her plain looks, flat dark hair, and curves that had been called “fat” on more than one occasion. But she found strength in herself where others saw weakness, and as much as Ian pissed her off, he brought that strength out in her.

She supposed there was a silver lining to this massive mistake she’d made.


Ian liked women to look pretty but stay quiet. The females he’d been around didn’t hold his attention. They either talked about the latest celebrity gossip, which he had no interest in, or wanted his money. Again, he didn’t care.

Money brought women to him, and he accepted that, even expected it, but that didn’t mean he liked any of them.

Tapping his fingers on the back of one of the leather chairs, he thought about going back to her, talking to her. Moving his neck from side to side, he closed his eyes. He didn’t like the feeling that her words created.

Women were a commodity to him. He didn’t care one way or the other about what they did or said, and yet she’d completely thrown him by saying she’d made a mistake.

He wasn’t a very good man when it all came down to it. In fact, he was a complete and total asshole. He accepted that and embraced every single part of him. In the circles he walked, being nice got you hurt. He’d had to become every single part the bastard he was today in order to survive.

Tapping the back of the chair, he couldn’t do it.

He’d married Lucy to have his way when it came to relationships, to get back at his family. The last thing he wanted to do was marry anyone his mother liked. He had no intention of divorcing and so he wanted to make this work with her.

The few occasions they’d been together, he’d liked her. He knew she was different and rather than fight that, he intended to embrace it.

Making his way to one of the spare bedrooms, he held his knuckles up and hesitated. He didn’t do this … go after women to make amends. This wasn’t something he was used to at all.

Closing his eyes, he fought with himself to just walk away. Having a wife that hated him was no hardship.

He had thousands of people who hated him. Some didn’t even know him and still hated him.

Instead of walking away, though, he knocked on the door. He wasn’t a coward and he refused to back down, even this time.

“What do you want?” Lucy asked.

Her voice sounded muffled.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

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