Free Breaking Bedrock (Book Two) by Britney King Page A

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mother, the more invisible she became. And the more she tried to get him to see
her, the less he saw. In many ways, her marriage reminded her of her childhood,
and perhaps there was some comfort in the familiarity.
    Part of it was the stress of caring for infants and young
children; it became easier not to press, not to push him. There was less energy
to go around, and she’d lost the drive to commandeer their relationship in the
way she might’ve once. So she allowed Patrick to make all of the decisions
about his life, doing as he pleased, which in many ways was very separate from
their lives at home. While she focused on their home and raising their children
and grew more unsatisfied and resentful day-by-day, things for him hadn’t
really changed all that much. If anything, he’d grown happier in life while
Addie grew more and more discontent. The problem was she wanted to be happy and
felt incredibly guilty for not enjoying the life that she herself had chosen.
After all, all she’d wanted growing up was a normal, loving family, so why, now
that she had it, couldn’t she be happy?
    It took her a long time for her to find the answers she was so
desperately seeking, that simply being together didn’t necessarily equal
happiness. It wasn’t until shortly after William Hartman came into her life
that it all started making sense. Maybe a part of it had to do with going back
to work and hitting her stride again. Maybe a part of it was becoming the
confident, assertive Domme that she needed to be to make the changes she knew
deep down needed to be made. But even still, Addison knew that most of it was
because of how William had fallen for her. It was in the way he looked at her.
It was in his touch. It was the way he made her feel when they were together.
It was how he drove her crazy. But mostly, it was how he saw in her everything
that she should have seen in herself. He called her out on her bullshit. He
fought with her and for her. He made her want to be better.
    Addie watched the boys running around their mostly empty new
home, laughing and content, and she realized in that moment that even though
life was far from perfect—it was in fact a complete and utter mess—she knew,
despite it all, this was exactly where she needed to be.

    William sat as his mahogany desk, the same desk he’d
once taken Addison on. God, she had looked so good there. He could still
smell her on him, could still taste her on his lips. And damn him if he didn’t
wish she were here now so that he could bend her over the edge of that desk,
pin her down, spread her legs while showing her just how much she frustrated
him and yet how much she needed him all at the same time. He despised himself
for feeling this way. William had had it with her trying to call the shots. Topping
from the bottom, they called it. Part of the problem was that he and Addie
were so much alike: stubborn and irreverent.
    The situation with Addison was exactly the reason he never got
involved with women past a few times in the sack. He hated wanting, or more
accurately needing , something so much. He hated how vulnerable
she made him feel. Men like him couldn’t afford to be vulnerable. It was
certain death to their persona, which was exactly why he had started seeing
Sondra in the first place. He needed a strong presence in his life where he
could let down his guard and just take it but still always come out on top. He
could take the pain and still come out alive. The risk was measurable. He could
survive it. What he couldn’t survive was losing Addison. But one thing he knew
for sure was that he wasn’t about to let her mind fuck him into using intimacy
as a way to get him to comply with her every whim. It was time to give her a
taste of her own medicine. William was about to teach her a lesson in her own
game.

    For as long as house arrest has been around, people have
been circumventing the system. Scott Hammons wasn’t exactly on house arrest per
se;