Twins| "Dear?" Sequel

Chapter Nineteen.

Devil's Night Dinner: Breanna's POV

(WARNING: Sex)
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The kids were still with Hazel. And James and I haven't had a night to ourselves in awhile. But this dinner is ruining my plans. I know that sounds selfish, but I can't help it. I get one night a year to go out. And I'm spending it inside at a dinner party. Bullshit.

"Put on your nicest outfit, dear. Our company is on their way," James said and kissed my hand.

"Sure," I responded.

"Are you alright?" He asked me.

"I'm just fine," I said.

He hugged me from behind. "Well that doesn't sound too convincing, does it?" He asked.

"I suppose not," I said.

"What's wrong, my dear?" He asked and took hair away from my face.

"Nothing, my love. I'm going to get changed," I said.

I got out of his grasp and started walking towards the wardrobe. He spun me around and pushed me up against it. He placed both hands on either side of me.

"I'd appreciate it if you would tell me what is going on," He said, bringing his face closer.

"I'd appreciate it if you'd leave me the fuck alone James," I hissed.

He placed his hand around my throat and squeezed.

"What is with this new attitude, my love?" He asked.

"I don't have an attitude," I said.

He raised his eyebrow. "I wouldn't be choking you if that was true," he whispered. "You don't have to tell me what is going on. But this attitude is going to have to change," he said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Really," he responded.

"Make me then," I said.

His eyes filled with a mix of anger and lust. In all the times I've said these two little words, he's never had this look before.

Then he did something unexpected. He started laughing. Though the anger never left his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked.

"My darling... You are so fucked," he said.

I widened my eyes a little. Suddenly, he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. I gasped and scrambled to the top of the bed so my back was resting against the headboard.

"Take your pants off. Now," he said in a warning tone. I did as I was told and then he reached down to touch my face. "You remember our safe word, correct?" He asked. I nodded. "Say it," he spat.

"Cortez," I whispered.

"Good," he said and slapped my thigh.