Page 64 of The Unwanted Wife

"The kind I’m going to enjoy, I hope." She raises one brow.

I look between her eyes. "Did you enjoy what we did earlier?"

"You mean, when you fucked me?"

"That, too… And it was more than fucking. You know that."

I hear the chiding tone in my voice and berate myself. I don’t want to sound like I’m admonishing her. Sure enough, she flushes and tries to pull away, but I hold her in place. "We made love, baby. Unadulterated, passionate, intensely heated, feverish, vehement, fiery, and searing-me-to-my-bones kind of love."

Her gaze widens. "I didn’t think you knew how to put your emotions into words."

"I’m learning from the best. You’ve been chipping away at that wall around my heart since we met. One kiss, and I could feel myself retreating into that primal part of me I prefer to let out to play on very specific occasions."

"So earlier, when you said you enjoy consensual non-consent?—"

"Apparently, I feel comfortable enough with you to show my proclivities. It’s something I’ve generally preferred to indulge in, in controlled circumstances."

She frowns. "You mean, with someone who you pay for sex?"

"No sex." I click my tongue. "While I have paid for role play, it’s always ended with me jerking myself off.”

She sets her jaw. “So those women... Did they?—”

“Blow me off? No.”

She nods slowly. “But did you let them?—"

“Touch my dick? The answer is yes, a couple of times.” Only I didn’t like it at all and put an end to it. The only woman whose hands I wanted on my cock was you.

Her green eyes blaze.

So fucking cute.

"You jealous?" I murmur.

"What do you think?" She tips up her chin.

"I think"—I turn my head and nuzzle her arm, then twine my fingers with hers and bring our joined hands to my mouth. I kiss the rings that I put there— “these look good on you."

She scoffs.

Her forehead is furrowed. There’s a downward tilt to her lips which I want to kiss away. I look into her eyes. "I didn’t fuck them, baby. They were paid to role-play, and that’s all I did," I say gently.

"But you had sex with other women, those who you didn’t role play with?"

I merely smile.

When she opens her mouth to ask the inevitable question, I click my tongue. "I don’t keep count. I also don’t go around talking about who I slept with. That would be ungentlemanly."

She snorts. "You’re not a gentleman."

"Not with you, I’m not. With you"—I press her palm to my cheek—"with you, I can’t seem to hold back the truth. With you, I want to share my filthiest, dirtiest secrets. I want to play out my most secret erotic fantasies with you."

She takes a few seconds to digest that. "I think that’s good. I’m your wife. You should be able to tell me what you want."

"I never intended for our relationship to take such a turn." I roll my shoulders. "I certainly didn’t want our wedding night to turn into an initiation into the pleasures of kink for you."

"And what if I liked it?" She juts out her chin. "You know I did."

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