Page 43 of King of Wrath

Because, by the third day, the tension is so thick, I think I might break…

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Jake

There isno amount of working out that could take the edge off my tension. And I don’t even like working out.

In fact, until this little adventure, I hardly ever touched the inside of the gym.

Now, I’m in here constantly and I still want to rip the world apart.

Or maybe I just want to rip off Nia’s panties and plunge tongue-first between her thighs. She was so fucking delicious. Sweet with the perfect amount of musk. I’ve been dreaming about her taste.

She’s not talking to me, but she is walking around the house with the smallest amount of clothing possible, hair and makeup making her look even more like a Hollywood starlet on vacation.

And the little dresses she’s been wearing…

They hug her curves, highlighting her flat stomach and her lush ass.

I keep replaying our morning together, over and over in my mind. I know that Nia isn’t experienced, but that woman turned vixen in my hands, and I want her again, the way I want my next breath.

I’m increasingly thinking of her and not of what I’m here to do or what might be happening back home.

I’m sure the guys can sense it. Maybe it’s my silence, but I’m not surprised when I get a text from Mason saying that he’d like to talk this evening.

The meeting is scheduled for two in the morning, Mason understanding that I’m in a very small space with Nia and that late at night is the only time I have an opportunity for privacy.

I respond with only a thumbs up as I hear Nia leave the bathroom. I’d been cutting up fruit while she’s been working out. When she entered the bathroom, I’d stopped entirely, just listening to the shower, remembering how I had her pushed up against the wall, her ass against my cock.

When the door clicks open, I finally come to my senses and start chopping again.

None of my nephews would believe it, but I actually like cooking. The act is somehow soothing, and I like it even better when I’m feeding Nia.

I can’t explain why giving her nice food makes me happy.

Though the idea of being in the kitchen with her makes me a little crazy. It’s a small space and I’m ready to break.

I know she’ll want breakfast and coffee, but everything in me clenches as she enters the kitchen with her hair and makeup done but still wrapped only in a towel.

It’s barely long enough to cover the generous curve of her ass, as she walks in and takes the cup I’ve poured her.

She drinks one sip, pauses, and then bends over to get the sugar out of the cabinet on the island.

I lean back, getting the barest peek between her legs as she bends before she is straightening back up.

If she isn’t careful…

I had my cock cradled against those sweet cheeks once and I would give anything to bend her over this counter right now and?—

“Thanks for the fruit,” she says and grabs a piece from the bowl I’ve left and pops it between those plush lips.

The tiniest bit of watermelon juice coats her lips and all I can think about is licking it off. I press against the counter, discreetly adjusting my now-stiff cock as I don’t respond.

I’ve spent the last few days considering how I protect Nia and still exact my revenge on Toni.

She’s right about her family. If her marriage was supposed to save the Italians, they’ll see this as a betrayal. Especially since I took great pains to make it look as though Nia and I left Vegas together and ran off to get married.

I wonder if anyone even suspects that I forced her against her will. She was in the act of running away, packed a bag, stored it in the bushes.

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