Page 73 of The Unwanted Wife

I add the ‘husband’ because I’ve seen the effect it has on him, and I must succeed, for he stills. Then he removes his arm, and that’s when I roll off of him. I hit the ground with a thud—ow!—but jump up and race off.

I must take him by surprise, for he doesn’t lunge forward and grab me as I thought he would. But then, I hear his footsteps racing after me, and I know he did it merely to give me a head start. He really does like the chase. He wasn’t kidding about that. I hear his footsteps draw closer and speed up.

"Run," he growls from somewhere so near, I yelp. I speed up even more, manage to round a corner, and keep running. His footsteps seem to fade. I look behind me to find he’s not there. Huh? I slow down to a walk, my heartbeat ringing in my ears, my breath coming in pants. Sweat clings to my shoulders and trickles down my back. Where is he?

I reach the next turn, and the hair on the back of my neck rises. I stop, retrace my steps. Nope, can’t be. My instincts blare, and the hair on my forearms rises in alarm, even as my pussy squeezes down on itself. No, it’s not possible. I cry out, for he suddenly emerges from a narrow gap in the hedge I hadn’t seen. "That’s cheating!" I protest.

"When it comes to having you, I’ll break all the rules. I’ll set the world on fire if it means I can spend a few more minutes with you."

I throw up my hands. "You can’t sweet talk me."

"Not trying to, not when I mean every word I say."

"You’re trying to get in my good graces."

"Guilty as charged."

"You still haven’t caught me." I continue to walk backward.

"Now I have." He lunges forward.

I cry out, turn and run.

40

Nate

Her butt twitches and jiggles as she begins to run, and for a few seconds, that heart-shaped behind of hers distracts me. But that iron focus, which has been my hallmark throughout my military career, kicks in. I race forward, closing the distance to her. She looks at me over her shoulder, yelps, then lowers her head and speeds up. I’m almost upon her, when she turns and charges me. I’ll admit that takes me by surprise.

My Starling is putting up a fight, and that only makes her even more desirable. She feints to the right, I mirror her move, and that’s when she darts to the left and past me. And I let her. I let her race forward for a few seconds, enough to make her think she’s gotten away. Then I put on a burst of speed and reach her. Grabbing her around her waist, I twist her body up and over my shoulder.

"What the—" She tries to break free, but I increase the pressure around her thighs, then slap her gorgeous butt for good measure. "Let me the hell go," she snarls.

"Not happening."

She tries to dig her knees into my chest, and succeeds, enough to surprise a breath out of me. But then I squeeze her butt, hard enough for her to cry out, and when I massage the curved flesh, a full body quake runs through her. She continues to protest, though; manages to bury her fists a couple of times into my back, too.

I reach the marble bench facing the fountain with the starling and lower her onto it, on her front. When she resists, I slap her arse. She cries out, and I take advantage of her surprise to push her legs apart so she’s straddling the bench. Then I follow her down, so my front is plastered to her back. She shivers, pants, grunts, and tries to break free. That’s when I lower my head and dig my teeth into the curve where her shoulder meets her neck.

"Oh, my god." She throws her head back and into the crook of my shoulder. I reach around, cover her breasts, and squeeze.

She jolts, then throws her arm back and around my neck. She arches her tits into my palms.

"So fucking beautiful." I massage her breasts, then pinch down on both nipples. She groans, trying half-heartedly to pull away. That’s when I release her, then slide back and flatten my palm into the small of her back. I apply enough pressure that she’s forced to bend over.

She pushes her cheek into the bench, then turns and scowls at me. "What are you doing?"

"Preparing you for my penetration, of course."

Her eyes grow wide. "B-b-b… Don’t you need lube?"

"I have lube." I scoop up the cum from the crown of my cock and smear it around her forbidden entrance. She gasps, then tries to wriggle away, but there’s no escape. I keep my hand on her back and hold her steady, then use the moisture dripping from her cunt to ease my finger into her back hole.

"Oh god." She closes her eyes and pants. "That feels…"

"Good?"

"Different."

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