Page 10 of His Dark Desire

A flash of anger crosses my face at the mention of my wife. "Oh, Sweetheart, you have no idea what you're asking for," I say darkly. "You think you know everything about me? Trust me, you couldn't handle the truth about my life."

Her arrogance only fuels my frustration. "And now you want to know about my wife?" I snarl, stepping closer to her until we are almost nose to nose. "She's the bane of my existence. If I could, I would have slit her throat the moment she told me she wanted our daughter aborted. Hell would freeze over before I let that happen."

Surprise registers on her face as her lips part slightly.

"I hate her," I continue, my voice dripping with venom. "I don't care about her or our marriage. I've slept with countless women while wearing her gold band." I tap my thumb against the cheap metal still adorning my finger. "She knows it too. She's finally come to terms with it and can do whatever the hell she wants, and I won't bat an eye. She doesn't control me anymore." My heart aches at the memories of being under her thumb for far too long.

"So, you'll sleep with anyone who gives you attention?" she says, disgust evident in her tone. "You took vows, Joe. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

"It would have meant something if she were someone I cared about," I retort bitterly. "But I've despised her since the day we met."

Understanding dawns on her face as she mumbles, "Oh."

"Believe me, Christina is not even worth considering right now. The real issue we need to deal with is what's going to happen between us?" I say, my voice softening as I take in her flushed cheeks and fluttering eyelashes. "Your jealousy is hot as hell, but I'm trying really hard to be good."

She blinks, the pink in her cheeks deepening. "Why?" she asks, her gaze dropping to my lips for a moment before meeting my eyes once again.

"Why?" I laugh. "I want to rip that fucking skirt from your body, bend you over the desk and fuck you until you're screaming out my name."

She swallows hard, her eyes widening with desire and anticipation. "You're serious?" she whispers, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and desire.

I nod, a smirk playing on my lips. "Absolutely. I've been wanting you since the moment I saw you."

She lets out a shaky breath, her hands reaching up to tug at her skirt nervously. "Joe, we can’t," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

I reach out, gently grasping her wrist and stopping her from adjusting her clothing. "Trust me, I know that more than anyone. I fuck you, Hazel, and there’s no fucking coming back from it."

She leans closer to me, her breath hot against my face. Christ, she’s too fucking close, my cock is harder than stone and I need to get away before I do something stupid.

“Joe," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine, "Why the hell am I so drawn to you?"

I shove a hand through my hair. Christ. "I don’t know, but you’re not alone. I feel the same way. It's like a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode." My eyes drop to her lips, her tongue slides between them and swipes across her bottom lip. I groan softly, frustration and desire warring within me.

She hesitates for a moment, then leans forward, her lips brushing against mine lightly. My heart beats wildly in my chest, and I can't help but respond, my lips meeting hers with a passion that sends a jolt of electricity through both of us.

Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this. I pull back despite everything in me protesting against me doing so. I step backward, putting distance between us, if I don’t, I’m going to do exactly what I wanted and fuck her against my desk.

Hazel's eyes are wide with desire, her breath ragged as she watches me back away. She takes a step toward me, her hand reaching out and touching my chest.

"Joe?" she whispers, her voice shaky.

“Don't,” I snarl as I reach for her hands to stop her touching me. She does and I’ll lose it. I won’t be able to hold back if she does.

Her hands drop to her side, and she stares at me with wide eyes which are filled with disappointment.

“I’ve got to go,” I say thickly. “My flight leaves in two hours. I’ll speak to you later.”

I watch as she leaves my office, her head held high, she doesn’t look back and my gut twists. I can’t help but feel as though I’ve fucked up by stopping what could have been the hottest fuck of my life. There’s something about Hazel that makes me fucking crazy, but I need to refocus my attention. I’m building this life for my daughter, not finding a woman to pass the time.

Yet I can’t help but wonder how things would be with her.

What the fuck is going on with me?

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Christina snarls as I exit my office. She wasn’t here when I arrived, and I couldn’t give a fuck where the hell she was. I had hoped that I wouldn’t have to see her today. Guess it’s not my lucky day after all.

“My house,” I snarl. “You may be my wife, Christina, but that doesn’t mean this house is yours. I paid for it. It was my money and power that purchased it.”

The anger that shifts in her eyes is swift and heated. “You’re a bastard.”

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