Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1)

Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1) by Autumn Raynne Read Free Book Online

Book: Devil She Became (Devil's Angels Book 1) by Autumn Raynne Read Free Book Online
Authors: Autumn Raynne
have…” Reese began as she kept rubbing him.
    “Problem? What do you mean?” Harrison was lost in pleasure.
    “Do I even have to mention it? Your wife.”
    “My wife? Why bring her up right now?” Harrison began to get up. Reese pushed him back down.
    “Yes, your wife. How can we be together with her in your life?”
    “Like we are now. That’s the only way. I told you I can’t divorce her.” Irritated, Harrison sat up.
    “I get that. But what if she were gone?” Reese asked, flashing her puppy-dog eyes at him.
    Harrison flared his eyes. “What the hell do you mean gone? ”
    “Gone. I mean like what if she left you? Maybe she’s cheating too.”
    Harrison gave a loud cackle. “Yeah right. Ms. Frosty Panties. Who the fuck would want her?”
    Reese just smiled. “Or what if she was unhappy and just left?”
    Harrison shook his head. “Hell, no. Who would want her? She’s boring as hell and hates sex. She wants everything she can get from me. She won’t leave. The funny thing is it’s not even about the money. She has her own inheritance. She would just want to see me destroyed. We have kids to think about too. What the hell would we do about them?”
    Reese pondered these questions. “I don’t know, baby. I am just trying to make our lives better.”
    “Reese, the only way we can be together is like this, so drop it.” Harrison pulled her back onto the bed.
    He grabbed her legs, pushed them up in the air and buried his head between them. Licking and sucking her folds, he swirled his tongue around her clit, making her forget everything.
    Drowning in orgasm, Reese forgot about his wife for the night.

Chapter 7
    Months passed as Reese and Harrison continued their torrid affair. Neither of them mentioned his wife again, and Reese tried to enjoy the time they had together. It’s ironic , she thought, I’m the happiest I have ever been, yet I am also the loneliest I have ever felt. More and more, Reese wanted Harrison to herself. She took great comfort and satisfaction in knowing he loved her, but it just wasn’t enough.
    Looking out her window one evening admiring the beautiful view of Lake Michigan, she wondered about Harrison’s wife, Lisa. What kind of woman was she? Reese knew what she looked like, but why had Harrison married her? Did he tell her he loved her too? Did he, in fact, love her? What about his children? What kind of man was he when he was with them? Thoughts like this drove Reese absolutely crazy. She couldn’t imagine Harrison having a tea party in the backyard with his daughters or attending a ballet recital. How long had he been married before they’d had children? Sometimes, Reese felt tremendous guilt as well. She’d had no real intention of hurting anyone when they started this, but a lot of people would probably be disgusted with her if they knew she was a mistress. It wasn’t something she had sought out to do. She had simply fallen in love with him, whoever he was. Whatever situation Harrison was in, she was prepared to handle, or so she thought.
    Pressing her forehead to the glass, she thought of Harrison. Did he feel any guilt at all? How did he feel? She was certain he didn’t feel guilty for cheating, but did he feel bad for his children at all? Reese constantly thought about how much better their lives would be with his wife out of the way, but how could they get rid of her? Harrison had said she wouldn’t leave him, so how could Reese remove her from the picture? Pacing the floor, she racked her mind for a solution. She needed to clear her head. Time for a drink , she thought. Donning a soft, pink dress, she slipped on a pair of heels and went down to a local pub.
    Pulling her sleek Audi into a parking spot, Reese slipped into a quiet pub. As she walked in the bar, she felt all eyes upon her, which made her feel a bit self-conscious. A few drinks later, she would feel more at ease. As she sat at the bar sipping a vodka tonic, she thought she recognized a tall man

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