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    Her Men
    Her Men
    Her Men
    Ebook153 pages2 hours

    Her Men

    By Sam Crescent

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    No woman should ever dread her wedding, but staring into her husband’s eyes, Abby can see the hatred shining back at her. She’s been blackmailed into marriage and now belongs to a man who thinks she’s a gold-digging whore. Not the best circumstances to start a marriage.

    James has a secret and has been blackmailed into a marriage he doesn’t want in order to keep his private life out of the press. Even as his wife sweetly smiles at him, he can’t allow himself to believe that she’s innocent in all of this. He has a plan to make sure this marriage doesn’t last long, and he’s going through with it!

    Abby doesn’t trust James, but she doesn’t want to be miserable and wishes there was something she could to do to help him—and herself.

    What is his secret? Why would he marry her to protect it? And why is James more than happy to have another man join them?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherEvernight Publishing
    Release dateNov 19, 2018
    ISBN9781773398433
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      I don't normally care to read MMF books. In fact I avoid them. This one I feel was tastefully done. The F had absolutely terrible parents but the MM really cared for her. Very nice read. Feb 2020

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    Her Men - Sam Crescent

    Published by EVERNIGHT PUBLISHING ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2018 Sam Crescent

    ISBN: 978-1-77339-843-3

    Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    HER MEN

    Sam Crescent

    Copyright © 2018

    Chapter One

    Abby Bryant stared at her husband and tried not to flinch at his glare. She didn’t know what was worse, the dirty looks he was giving her or the fact she wished this wasn’t her wedding day. Her parents hadn’t exactly given her a choice. They’d threatened to have her thrown in a hospital as a danger to herself and those around her. She didn’t want her freedom taken away, so she’d gone through with whatever plan her family had, the whole time trying to figure out a way to make it all stop. To stop them from ruining her life. She knew they were capable of doing it. They had a friend at the hospital who promised to take really good care of her and who could make sure she stayed there as his plaything for a really long time.

    With no possible way out, she’d gone along with them. She’d failed. Now she was married to James Darcy, billionaire, mean jerk, and sex on legs.

    Yes, she saw how hot he was and how women flocked toward him as if he had some kind of homing beacon for them.

    Even as she sat beside him, the wedding reception in full swing, she felt the stares they were getting. She completely understood it.

    She was a nobody.

    Someone who didn’t have a title, wealth, or anything.

    Yet, she’d been forced to marry him, and she didn’t have the first clue as to why.

    At least the guests seemed to be having a good time while she wanted to be anywhere but near him. Her lips still tingled from the kiss they’d shared. It was kind of embarrassing that the only things she knew about her husband were all she’d read in the paper or what her parents had decided to tell her.

    Biting her lip, she watched a couple of young teenagers laughing their heads off, clearly enjoying themselves.

    She wanted to touch her mouth, but she kept her hands in her lap, trying not to make any sudden movements for fear it would draw more of his attention. Why had he wanted to marry her?

    Her parents hadn’t given her any reason, just that she had to do as she was told.

    Stay still. Stay perfectly still.

    She hoped someone would either come and ask her to dance or at least take him away.

    Abby didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to sit and pretend she was happy. It would all be over soon. So very soon.

    Not too soon.

    Wedding night.

    Your little virgin card goes bye-bye.

    Her hands were a little clammy thinking about that. Their first kiss had been in front of a church full of strangers. She hadn’t been alone with him, ever. Every single little detail of her wedding had been organized by either his staff or by her parents.

    She spotted her mother and father, big, joyous smiles on their faces.

    All the while, she felt sick to her stomach.

    When a man approached the wedding table, she didn’t know what to do, especially when he smiled at her and offered his hand.

    Care to dance?

    Was this normal?

    Was she supposed to accept his hand?

    Should she even look at her husband for advice?

    This was her wedding day. She shouldn’t be dancing with anyone else.

    No, I’ll take my wife onto the dance floor, James said.

    Before she could say or do anything, he had her elbow in his grip and she was being pulled onto the dance floor.

    She wanted to fight him, but that was the last thing she’d do, as it would draw attention to them. For several seconds neither of them spoke, not that she’d be able to find any words to make any coherent thought.

    He placed her hands around his neck.

    To anyone who cared, they looked exactly like the press was painting them. A fairy tale story of a wealthy billionaire falling in love with a pauper.

    Was he a friend of yours?

    Who?

    The guy that just asked you to dance.

    I don’t have a clue who he is.

    Figures. We’re at our wedding, and no one has a fucking clue as to who anyone is. Don’t speak to anyone. Understand?

    There’s no one to speak to, she said. She didn’t want to look into his eyes so she kept glancing past his shoulder. He had nice eyes though, when they weren’t staring at her with that hatred she’d come to recognize.

    Some of the pictures she’d seen of him online were … flattering. He had a nice smile. It was the kind that made people aware that he was thinking devilish things.

    His thumbs stroked the base of her back, and she tried not to think about his touch.

    About how nice it felt or that she was even a little bit attracted to him.

    "You’re going to have to do everything you can to keep him happy," her mother said.

    "I don’t know him."

    "It doesn’t matter. In this day and age, you can work with what you’ve got."

    Her cheeks heated as she recalled all the things her mother told her to do. How she told her to spread her legs whenever he needed it. To never go to another man. To make him want her so badly he couldn’t think straight.

    She hated each and every single detail her mother had given her.

    This was the life she had to live now. To be a billionaire’s sex toy. And for what? So she wasn’t thrown into some kind of hospital.

    She didn’t even know why she’d listened to them.

    You know what happened to your sister.

    Her older sister, Maggie. The one she couldn’t talk about.

    Pushing those thoughts aside, she stared at James.

    Even though he was still giving her dirty looks, the hatred had seemed to lessen quite a bit, so she no longer felt sick to her stomach by being near him.

    The silence stretched on, and he didn’t let her go.

    From one song to the next, he kept holding her. His thumbs teased the base of her back, and she didn’t look away, staying trapped within a dizzying moment.

    For a split second she could imagine this man was the love of her life. He was rich, sexy, and, from what reports said, good in bed. She’d hit the jackpot, and yet even as she thought it, there was more to this than even she was aware of; she was sure of it. Her parents had done something that would make this man marry her.

    She didn’t know what exactly. She’d not been privy to that kind of information, and it pissed her off. Her family was not wealthy, not even nice, and yet here she was, married to one of the richest men, and he hated her.

    As the dance came to an end, she was really tempted to run, to make her escape now before anyone could find her.

    Honey bear, her mother said, grabbing her arm.

    Was she that easy to read?

    James turned his attention to her mother, and the hatred there was clear to see.

    I just need to talk to my daughter right now. Come on, sweetheart.

    She was pulled away from the dance floor and herded toward a private bathroom. The moment they were inside, the caring mother that had shown outside disappeared.

    He’s about to take you away, and when he does, you will make sure he fucks you tonight. Don’t ever allow him to wear a condom either. You need him to come inside you.

    Heat flooded her cheeks as she stared at her mother. Are you crazy? What the hell did you do?

    The slap to the face startled her.

    Placing a hand where her mother had just hit, she stared at the woman that she’d hated all of her life.

    You listen to me, you little bitch. You will do as you’re told. That man out there, he’s our meal ticket. Don’t you mind what we’ve done. You will do as you’re told or would you like to see the rest of the world out of a window?

    Tears filled her eyes, but she shook her head. She hated being like this. Hated being weak and afraid.

    Now, when he takes you home, you will make sure that he fucks you. I don’t care if it hurts. You will take his dick day and night and get yourself pregnant.

    I’m on the pill.

    No, you’re not. I’ve taken them away. You will get pregnant and soon. Do you understand me?

    She only nodded.

    She wasn’t about to tell her mother that she didn’t want kids. There’s no way she could willingly bring them into the world.

    Keeping the tears at bay, she waited for more threats.

    Her mother took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief. Ah, that’s it. There’s my big girl. Her mother cupped her face. I’m so proud of you right now. Come on, let’s get you all ready.

    She wasn’t ready to go out there and face her husband. There was no doubt in her mind something had happened to make this marriage go ahead, and she was almost afraid of what it was.

    Abby knew she’d find out. She wouldn’t let her parents control her like this. She only hoped she had the strength to deal with what was possibly to come.

    ****

    James wanted to kill

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