Free Bailey, Debbie - Sienna's Submission [Men of Kinsey] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Debbie Bailey

she could multitask with the best of them, but she wasn’t in their league socially.
    She did this just to help out for this weekend and to finally give in to the fantasy that she’d had for the past two years. But that was all it was, a fantasy. Now it was time for her to go back to the normal day-to-day and find a new job so that she would be able to at least function.
    If she had to watch the men she loved as they found other woman to enjoy their time with, she’d never make it. It would eat her alive, and she wasn’t going to let that happen.
    Finishing her coffee, she washed the cup out in the sink, stopping to read the note that they had left for her on the counter:

    Little one!
    After looking in the cupboards, we realized that we hadn’t done any grocery shopping in the last week. We’re just picking up a few things at the corner store, and then we’ll come right back and have that talk we referred to.
    Think about how good you felt in ours arms, sweet pea.
    Love you,
    Mikhail and Sasha

    Setting it down, she smiled and was surprised when she heard the back door. Shit, they were back. She had hoped they would be gone for a least a little while longer so she could figure out how to get out of here.
    Hearing someone enter the kitchen, she turned about to give both of them a piece of her mind, but it wasn’t Mikhail and Sasha standing in the kitchen.
    It was Eric.

Chapter 4

    “What the hell are you doing here, Eric?” she said, trying to be as calm as possible and think of a way to get away from him.
    Eric just stood there glaring at her. She had seen that look before, and it scared the hell out of her. Sienna knew that he was here to do some damage.
    “I’ve come to bring you home, Sienna. You’ve been acting like a whore for these two assholes for the last couple of days now, and it’s over. It’s time you started behaving like a good wife. If you wanted rough sex, honey, all you had to do was say so.” He moved so fast she didn’t have enough time to get away.
    He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back against him. Sienna could smell the booze on him, and it made her want to wretch.
    “I haven’t been your wife for over two years, Eric, and as for sex, after our wedding night, you wanted nothing to do with me. Mikhail and Sasha will be back anytime, so unless you want to be dead, I suggest you leave now.”
    “They won’t be back for a little while yet. I watched them leave. I guess you weren’t worth the money they had paid for you and got bored. So this gives you and me plenty of time to get reacquainted.”
    Dragging her by the hair, he moved into the living room and threw her on the sofa then flung himself at her, his hands tearing at the shirt she wore. Sienna kicked and punched and finally connected with a knee between his legs.
    As Eric went down, Sienna jumped up and ran. She had to get to the bedroom and lock the door. There was a phone in the bathroom, thank god for Sasha’s little eccentricity. She could call the cops and they could help her.
    But she didn’t quite make it when Eric tackled her from behind.
    “You nasty little bitch,” he screamed as his fist sent her head sideways. “You are coming home with me now.” He was now sitting on top of her legs, punching her in the stomach. When he moved to stand, she curled into a ball and covered her head with her arms. Eric started kicking her in the side, the stomach, any place he could get to.
    Sienna felt like she was going to pass out when she heard a click from beside her.
    Eric had stopped kicking her and was just watching her, holding a knife.
    Grabbing her arms, he pulled them off her face and spat at her.
    Leaning closer, he said to her in almost a whisper, “I’m going to make it so no one will even look at you. You’ll come crawling back to me on your hands and knees, and that’s exactly where you belong. You’re my wife, and I can do whatever I want to you.” Sienna knew she was dead. She knew that she’d