Page 52 of Dark & Deceitful

“Yes. They are.” The asshole chuckles as if I’m ridiculous, and he thinks it’s cute. Any second now, he’ll pinch my cheek, and I’ll bite his finger off like a rabid dog. “Do you remember you used to put cards in my bag before I left for a run? You kissed the cards. I had Pix make a copy and tattoo it on me. It’s the same size and everything.”

“You tattooed my lips by your...” I gesture to his anatomy. This isn’t happening. This isn’t real. Those cannot be my lips. He’s a complete fucking idiot if they are. Though, I do remember putting cards in his bag before a run. It was our little thing. I did it for Sunshine, too. A bag of healthy snacks, a crystal, and a card or note. Nothing sappy. Just quick and sweet to remind him who he was missing when he was gone because I missed him like crazy when he left.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?” He looks at me as if this is perfectly acceptable and I’m the crazy, irrational one.

“We aren’t together,” I remind him for the billionth time.

“You’re my wife.” Dark sighs as if he’s tired of having to repeat himself. “You will always be my wife.”

That’s not how it works. “Dark,” I start, but he slashes his hand through the air.

“Enough. Not now. Not here. You can kick my ass tomorrow. Okay? I wanted to bring you in here so we can talk. So, I can see how you’re doing, given how today went.”

So that’s what we’re talking about. Fine.

“You kissed me and put your fingers in places you don’t belong. How do you think I feel?” Used. Oddly satisfied. Violated… and a smidge icky. That about sums it up.

Leaning into my space, as if he could get any closer, he slaps a hand against the shower wall above my head. “You know I had to. Right?”

“I do. But you didn’t warn me.”

“I know, and I’m sorry.”

“Are you really?”

“Honestly?”

I roll my eyes. Since when do I not want honesty? “Yes. Obviously.”

“Well. Then. No. I’m not sorry that I got to make my wife come again after almost a fuckin’ decade. No. I’m not sorry I got to kiss you. Just as I’m not gonna be sorry when you suck chocolate cake off my dick or when I fuck you tonight.”

That’s definitely not happening.

“We aren’t having sex, Dark.” I press my palm to the center of his wet chest and stand my ground.

“We have to, or Darmond will think something’s up. He’s gonna listen in. He might even jack off to your moans. The guy might like blondes, but don’t think for a second he doesn’t have a sweet spot for you. I’ve known the man for years. He isn’t nice to his female employees.”

“And you sent me here anyway, knowing that?” I hiss and suppress the urge to knee him in the balls. Because who does that?

“I had a hunch.”

“No, you didn’t,” I argue.

“Yeah. I did. Do you think I’d take you away from Lily for a month and risk your safety on a whim?”

When he puts it that way…

“Well. No,” I relent, even though I don’t want to. Dark won’t put me in danger on a whim. Even if he hated me, I’m the mother of his sons, and that means something to him.

He cocks his head to the side in that cute, dog-like curiosity. “Do you think anyone else could have worked this job as well as you?”

“I guess not.” I shrug. Someone could probably do a better job, but I don’t know that person, so maybe not.

Staring at my breasts as the water washes down the front of me, Dark pushes my wet hair over my shoulders, and I shiver despite the moist heat. “You can be pissed at me tomorrow after you finish the job. Tonight, I need you to be Hannah. Suck my dick. Let me fuck you. Yeah?” As if he can’t help himself, he reaches out a tentative finger to touch my nipple. I slap his pervy hand away, and his stupid erect cock twitches as if he likes the attention.

I cross both arms over my breasts so he stops staring. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

Truth.

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