Page 51 of Wicked Scandal

Wilder pushes open the door with a huge grin on his face, and before he can even get out, I grab his face in my hands and press my lips to his. “I’ve missed you.”

His hand goes around my lower half, resting on my ass. “Now this is how I like to be greeted.” He kisses me again, giving my ass cheek a gentle squeeze that sends my blood rushing through my veins.

Pulling back a tad, I keep my hands on his face and look deep into his eyes so he can see the intensity of what I’m about to say. “I need you,” I tell him. “Right now.”

All I’ve been thinking about is the orgasm he gave me last night and the way his cock felt in my hands. For the first time, I felt happy to make another man feel good, and he returned the favor tenfold.

It was amazing, but I want more. I need more.

Wilder side-eyes me, brow raised. “I’m gonna need you to be a little more specific.”

He wants specific? Specific is what I’ll give him.I’ve never been one to talk dirty, but I read romance novels. I want to make Wilder feel as good as he made me feel. I want to show him I’m not just this scared little creature I’ve forced myself to become because of Troy.

I want to be me.

I lean back down, my mouth ghosting his ear as I whisper, “I want you to fuck me like there is no tomorrow.”

Those words hold so much truth. I want him so damn bad, to the point I might literally explode. I also have every intention of spending this day like tomorrow doesn’t exist because that's when the beast returns from his work trip.

It’s funny how I no longer think of him as my husband. Just the man who ruins me every day. The beast not just in my nightmares, but in real life.

I’m taking away his power over me one step at a time. And this is the first step, taking something I want for myself.

Wilder throws a leg out of the car and gets up, both his hands now firmly gripping my ass as I feel the growing bulge in his shorts. “You sure?”

I love that he’s so attentive to my wants and needs; it’s new and refreshing. “Surer than I have ever been about anything in my life.”

The next thing I know, I’m being hoisted up by his strong arms. My legs wrap around his waist and he kicks his car door closed before carrying me through the threshold of the house.

I grab the door and swing it closed. Leaving all of my reservations outside. I know what I want, and it’s clear he wants it too, so I’m going to let us have this even if it might end badly.

My mouth lands on his neck, kissing and sucking as he carries me into the small bedroom off the living room. I want to mark him as mine. I want the world to know that Wilder Cromwell is taken, at least for now.

His hands roam my body in a loving way, making my core heat with love and lust. It’s so powerful that I swear Wilder and I were written in the stars. The way my body responds to him is unlike anything I ever knew existed. It’s magnetism you only read about in books—something from a fairy tale. It’s pure and gentle and just ours.

We get to the small back room and Wilder lays me down gently before cloaking his body over mine. He kisses me on the lips then moves to my neck, my collarbone, and down to my stomach. I’ve never craved a man like this before. The way his mouth causes goosebumps to erupt over my whole body, how his touch sends electricity into my soul.

He lifts up slightly and his fingers grip the hem of my shorts and panties, pulling them down slowly while our lustful gazes cement together.

Biting his lip as he takes me in, I smile at him. He will never understand how much his light has saved me.

Wilder helps me up until I’m sitting and removes my top. I wasn’t wearing a bra because I didn’t feel like throwing one on after my shower, so the moment the shirt is tossed to the side my breasts are freed. A smirk grows on his face before he leans in.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

He gently cups one before lowering his head to suckle on my pebbled nipple, causing adrenaline to rush through me. When he moves to the next one, giving it the same attention, I gasp as pleasure builds within me.

I want everything all at once and I want it with him. I think my body must convey that somehow, or Wilder is capable of reading my mind, because in the next second, he stands up at the foot of the bed and tosses his shirt to the side.

I’m completely naked, watching him as he rids himself of his clothes. I blink and suddenly a man stands before me. Wilder is no boy, he is not a student—he is a man in every sense of the word. Tight, rigid abs, toned skin, and muscles for days. He’s sculpted to perfection.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as my want for him intensifies. I can literally feel my arousal between my thighs.

“Perfection,” I whisper, not even realizing the word came out of my mouth until he chuckles. My cheeks heat in embarrassment, but he steps up to me, pinching my chin when I try to look down.

Nibbling on his bottom lip, his nostrils flare as his eyes skim up and down my body, the heat of his stare turning me on even more. We take our time to drink each other in and I try not to let any of the hateful words Troy has thrown at me ruin this moment. And they can’t. Because the way Wilder looks at me leaves no room for doubt in my mind. I am beautiful. I am enough. For myself and for him.

When we finally snap out of our daze, I crook a finger at him. Wilder smiles as he crawls up the mattress on all fours. Using the palms of his hands, he separates my trembling thighs and lowers his face between them.

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