Page 45 of Borden 3

I glared. “Don’t be crazy.”

“I’m Marcus fucking Borden, Doll. I am the definition of fucking crazy.”

“He’s a father.”

“And he took his daughter to an event to rattle you. He used her like a fucking prop. What does that say about him?”

I inched closer, seething, “It doesn’t matter, don’t go chasing after him, Borden.”

He spun around and began loosening his tie. “Too late.”

Panicked, I cut across the room, my strides loaded with frustration. I stood in front of him, forcing him to pause in his step.

“Don’t go chasing him,” I repeated. “He’ll know, Borden. He fucking knows everything.”

He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me closer. My heart jumped as his eyes bore into mine. His voice was dangerously low and lethal. “You married me, knowing full well what you were getting yourself into. Need I fucking remind you who I am?”

My voice felt tight. “Why can’t you just let this be?”

“My wife is trembling in my arms at just the mention of a fucking man.” He clenched his teeth, looking enraged. “I have never seen you more frightened than when you looked at him.”

He was right.

My teeth chattered, and I closed my eyes tightly, unsure of what to say. “He was just a boy I used to know. Can’t you treat it as such and leave it alone?”

He let go of me, striding to the bathroom. Right before he entered, he threw over his shoulder, “No, Doll, I can’t.”

Exasperated, I looked at the back of him, my voice filled with vitriol. “Damn you, Marcus.”

He paused, turning around as he stood in the doorway. We stared at each other for some time. His face was clear of emotion, but his eyes were heated. So good at concealing emotion, those blues were the only windows I had into peering into him.

Whatever he saw staring back at him caused his face to ease slightly. His gaze flickered down my body. He clenched his jaw for a moment, then two, and then he let out a long, defeated sigh. “Don’t get out of that dress. In fact, I want you bent over our fucking bed, waiting for me. Got it?”

My pulse pounded, my anger morphing to desire. How easy it was to fall for his brutal touch. He didn’t wait for a response. He disappeared into the bathroom and I crawled into bed on my hands and knees, waiting for him. My core pulsed to have him while my brain raced to settle down from tonight’s events.

In the end, my body won.

Borden always won.

He wasn’t long.

Within minutes, Borden was showered. He relaxed at the sight of me in the position he demanded. He didn’t bother running the towel through his hair. He threw it down on the floor and came to me. His grip was strong, punishing, he was angry at my defiance, but also eased me by raining gentle kisses down the bare part of my spine.

“I love that you fight me,” he admitted, though his voice was still hard. “I love that you stick to your guns. Your defiance is what drew me to you from the start. I loved that you didn’t fear me, but it makes me wonder…how could another man accomplish what I couldn’t?”

He suddenly flipped me over, sending my held breath whooshing from my lungs. He looked down at me, going over every inch of my body. He swallowed, like all he cared for in this moment was to have his fill of me and fuck the rest.

“I will punish this little body, but I know it won’t do us any good,” he murmured thoughtfully, allowing his hands to slide up my legs. He reached high up, making me tingle and jolt as he dug his fingers into my panties and slowly slid them down my legs. “I won’t demand answers tonight. But know this, alleycat.” He threw the panties down on the floor beside the bed and turned his hard eyes back to me. With certainty he whispered, “I will figure it out.”

Before he could give me a chance to respond, he buried his face between my legs and we forgot all about our troubles.

For a little while.

???

I opened my eyes to the sound of vibrations echoing in the room. Borden’s arm was tightly wound around me, his face buried in my hair. His grip was strong.

We’d been in this position for hours.

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