Page 114 of Wife Number One

She grabbed the top, holding it in place, and twisted to look over her shoulder at me. “I’m fat.”

I stopped and squinted at her. “What?”

She shook her head. “I’m not like Amber and Kiki. I’m fat.”

I didn’t understand what she was getting at. “I’m not blind, Little Mouse. I know what your body looks like.”

“I have stomach rolls.”

“So?”

“Stretchmarks. Cellulite.”

“Yeah? Great. If you’d let me take your clothes off, then maybe I’d get to see that for myself.”

I twisted my fingers in her shirt and drew it over her head. Put my lips to her shoulder, kissing the skin on the side of her bra strap.

She batted me away. “Hawk! Stop it! This is cruel!”

I moved so I could see her face.

She seriously fucking meant it.

I narrowed my eyes. I just wanted to see her in the light. See every damn inch of her body when I made her come.

She covered herself with her arms. “At least turn the lights off. Please.”

I stared at her. “No.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “Why?”

I could see the hate she had for herself. The hate that her prick of a husband had drilled into her with his actions, if not his words.

Had he ever had her fully naked? Had he ever wanted to see every inch of the woman he’d married, or was she just a hole to stick his dick into in the hopes of producing some heir to his messed-up throne?

In an instant, I saw it all in her eyes. Her expression told me I was spot-on.

That she’d never had a man worship her the way I had been craving to do.

The tiny taste I’d had wasn’t nearly enough. It had merely stoked the flames inside me that burned to know her body inside and out.

I slid the bra straps off her arms. Undid the clasp. “You wanted to be punished, Little Mouse. This is how I punish you. The light stays on because I want you to watch everything I do to you. I want you to see exactly how your body responds to my touch. I want you to see how much I want the beautiful body you only see as fat.”

I drew the bra away from her skin, growling at the red marks it left behind. I licked at them with my tongue, soothing over the places the fabric had been too tight. I cupped her tits with my hands for a second, only allowing myself the briefest squeeze of her nipples before dragging down the elastic-waisted skirt.

Without me having to say anything, she lifted her knees and let me toss it to the floor.

The overhead light left nothing to the imagination. It kissed her skin, lighting her up, showing off every part of her I had only gotten to feel in the darkness last time.

Kara clutched at her arms. “Please turn the light off,” she whispered brokenly.

I swore low under my breath and got off the bed. I pulled my shirt off and then went for my jeans, unbuttoning them and undoing the zipper. “Look at me.”

She glanced over, her eyes trailing low across my chest and over my abs.

I kicked my boots off, then dragged my jeans down my legs, freeing my erection.

The fucking thing was hard as rock, straining in her direction.

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