I release her immediately. She’s my wife, and I will have her, but not by force. “Stop?” I set her away from me.
“I’m sorry.” She gasps. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
I narrow my eyes. “You didn’t want me to stop?”
“No. Yes. I mean, I don’t know.” Her chest is heaving like a rabbit hunting for an escape. “I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”
I don’t have time for this bullshit. “Can’t do what? Can’t do the wedding night we postponed for two weeks?” I am tired of this game. I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose. “You agreed to marry me, knowing you would be my wife in every way.”
I lift her chin with my finger, waiting. “I know, but it’s hard.”
“Tell me about it,” I mutter.
Her eyes narrow, but she doesn’t draw away again. “I thought I would have gotten to know you at least a little by now. But you don’t share anything with me. We pass each other like strangers. Saying hello and goodbye. Now you want to share the most intimate act two people can share. I told you from the beginning I’m not built that way. I can’t sell my body—”
“—And yet, you did.” She flinches, but I don’t relent. “The only thing you need to know about me is that I paid three hundred thousand dollars for you.”
“I’m not a prostitute.”
“If it walks like a duck…”
Her eyes widen when she catches my meaning. And damn, I didn’t mean it that way. Before I can apologize, she pulls back her hand and slaps me.
It’s the kind of bitch ass move Eden would do and then burst into tears. One hit and she’s yanked me back into a world I thought I escaped.
Madness. Betrayal. Violence were the lava streams of emotion running deep underground, but one violent act has the volcano spewing. “Do you want to play rough, little girl? Is that what you want? Do you want me to take what you’ve already sold?” I twist her arm behind her back. And jerk her back to me. She’s obviously forgotten who the fuck I am. Hell, maybe I’ve forgotten too. I hadn’t planned to give her my soft, but she took some anyway. But maybe it wasn’t what she wanted. “Fine, you want it rough. You prefer the hard way over the easy. I’m good with that, too.”
I stoop, lifting her over my shoulder. Using the flat of my hand to seal her ass to my collarbone while her head thumps against my back. When she wiggles, I slap her ass, and she stills. It feels so good that I give her another sharp blow. Enjoying the slight jingle under my hand. Kicking my bedroom door open, I cross the room and toss her in the middle of my bed in three long strides. I don’t know who is more startled. Me when I rip her shirt up the middle. Or her when I drag her bra down. “You want to learn about me? Learn this. This is the way I like my woman waiting for me when I get home at night, wearing only her jewelry.”
“I’m not your woman, I’m your wife.”
“Damn right.” I crawl on top of her. Kissing my way from her instep as I peel her tight jeans off. I kiss every inch of her newly revealed coco-brown skin. The closer I get to her pussy, the more her heady scent entices me. I nudge her clit apart and slide my lips over the hood. My hands walk up the inside of her thighs. Softly at first and then wrenching them apart as I settle between them. Bruising. I don’t give a fuck. I want her marked as mine. No other man will see her this intimately and not know who she belongs to.
I shake my head, trying to clear the thought. No, that’s not right. That’s what I should have done to Eden. My thoughts are a cloud, the past, the present chasing themselves across the sky in my head and I’m lost, so lost. Her mewl brings me back. Her sounds try to anchor me. I curl my fingers into her opening, swirling her slick before dropping my head to taste it myself. Fuck, she tastes so fucking good. Cinnamon and chocolate with the slightest undertone of something bitter. Like coffee and I fucking love it. I drag my face away from her sopping channel, and her back bows when my erection touches her pussy. She tries to twist away, and I catch her nipple in my mouth. Licking the hardening bud before nipping the tip.
“You promised you would give me time.”
“Okhi. I promised I would stop if you didn’t want me. And you do. Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is weeping. It’s so wet that it’s soaking through the mattress. I can smell your desire, taste you on my tongue in the air I’m breathing.”
“That’s not what I want.” She lies, and I smirk. “Not right now. We should get to know each other.”
“You know enough. You know how good I can make you feel.“ I strip her jeans tangled around her ankles off. “Anything else you don’t know, I’m going to teach you. Show you how much you want me, only me.” Shit, I remind myself again. That only me shit was for Eden—not Valentina. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you will beg me for it. You’ll never want another man after me.”
That’s not right, I fucking know it. But something in me snapped when she hit me. This release is what I needed from Eden. A final fight. A knockdown, drawn-out brawl. They cheated me when she and Christos died in that crash. I shake my head again. Reminding myself to stay in the fucking present.
I push her thighs apart, and she twists away from me again. This time I let her. I grab her hips and flip her over. She doesn’t move when I spread her wide. The perfect heart shape of her ass cheeks tempts me. I trace the rounded globes and enjoy the sight of her shaking under my touch. I palm each cheek, squeezing the firm flesh, spreading her before me. “Such a beautiful ass. I am going to fuck you here, Valentina. No part of you is off-limits. No part is safe.” She goes wild, and I spank her. “I am going to fuck your mouth, Valentina, come all over your lips and breasts—until you’re covered in my cum.” She is moaning. “This pussy, Valentina, is mine.”
I thrust into her, her tight passage grips me. Resisting me at first and then sucking me right past her barrier. Her ass lifts to meet me when I grind into her. Pushing her up the mattress and burying myself to the hilt. I register her wince. She was a virgin. This beautiful, sexy creature hadn’t been with anyone else. I’m her first. Who was she saving herself for? Doesn’t matter. He doesn’t get her now. No one will have her after me.
I should slow down. Stop. But I Can’t. Fucking. Stop. This was a revenge fuck that she didn’t deserve. But even knowing I’ve wronged her—I withdraw and sink deep into her again. Pumping into her with short sharp strokes, her cries have changed to whimpers, but she is pushing back into me. Thank you, God. Although God probably hates me right now. A list that is growing.
I pump faster, and her whimpers become loud moans. She meets every stroke, but her body is so tense, and my pillow is damp from her tears. I lean on her. Laying my heavy burden on her back and letting her catch her breath. Shush. Shh, it’s alright. I don’t think she’s crying. I think she’s as strung out on this high wire as I am. I kiss the side of her neck. We’ve destroyed the ponytail thingy she usually wears. My heart is pounding like a fist between her shoulder blades. I work my way under our bodies and cuddle her clit. Rotating the bundle of joy. Ignoring the way she tenses and bucks. Waiting for her to catch up.
Her hips begin pumping back. Riding backward on my expanding cock. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.” I coo in her ear. She goes wild. Pushing back on me again. Seeking a friction she can’t find. I speed up the pressure on her clit. “I’ll give you what you need. Just take me with you.” I sink my mouth into the base of her neck, giving her clit a corkscrew turn, and she explodes. Screaming my name. I have no idea if she is conscious of the words falling from her lips, but they send me over the edge. I release into her, shooting cum in the deepest recess of her womb.
Marking it. Claiming it. Owning it.
Chapter 3