Page 50 of A Linton Scandal

Juliette was changing me, while I was slowly growing to realize I didn’t know a lot about her.

I wanted to know more about her.

I gritted my teeth as she rode me in a slow torturous ride, her hips had widened as the month had passed as well as her stomach becoming rounder. I reached up and pulled her down, feeling her slick wet juices covering my stomach and thighs.

Her panting was like music to my ears as she moved her hips restlessly up and down. I refused to assist her, even as I toed to knife’s edge.

“Look at me,” I demanded, I wanted her to see the man she was fucking. Her bruised lips parted as her lashes lifted showing me her bleary eyes filled with lust. “Who is inside of you?” I demanded.

“Mihai,” she whispered my name.

I thrusted up, causing her to close her eyes. “Open your eyes,” I demanded as my hip grinded against hers.

She cried out, pressing her hands on my shoulders. “Mihai.” She said my name with a wealth of both need and frustration, which only made my dick harder. The feel of her walls spasming around it drove me over the edge.

I flipped her over and grabbed her hands, bringing them over her head. “I want to fuck you forever,” I declared. “Forever, you and me. No one else, Juliette.”’

She cried out.

“Tell me I’m the only one,” I ordered, filling her with every inch. The bed moved with every thrust. I didn’t care if the live-in staff heard. The heat of her skin didn’t cut through the cold of the anxiety that ran through me. “Tell me.”

“O… only you,” she screamed as her nails pierced the skin of my hands and I fucked her until my balls tightened. I spilled inside of her. My mind went numb.

She was the only one for me, and she needed to know that. There would be no other for her in this life. She was my wife.

Juliette

“Something was off with Mihai, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.”

Ever since the first night we’d slept together, I’d tried to keep a small piece of myself hidden in case everything around me fell apart. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it never did.

“Maybe he’s worried about work?”

“I don’t think that’s it,” I said to Sophie as I had called her about work. “I keep catching him watching me with this weird expression of fear. And you’ve met the man, he has nothing to be afraid of.”

“Are you sure it’s a look of fear and not one of worry? I mean, Noah had me on the edge of my seat a week before he proposed. I thought the idiot was thinking of breaking up with me. I confronted him, and he finally told me he wanted to marry me.” She laughed. “And here we are. But you two skipped a few steps. Maybe he’s worried about how you’ll react to whatever it is worrying him.”

“Maybe,” I said, straightening up my desk. “Then all I can do is confront him, right?”

“Yeah, I mean nothing gets worked out when two people avoid each other.”

“All right.” I could hear the sound of the door opening down the hallway. “Since the kid is at the grandparents, I’ll jump him now about it.”

“What, wait—” I hung up the phone, and setting my papers aside I ran out. Since it was driving me crazy, and tonight we were supposed to go to the party. I figured it was best to get this worked out before we went to the party.

Without knocking I entered his room. “Mihai we need to talk.”

He glanced at me, from where he’d stopped midway in pulling down his pants. We stared at each other, before I laughed. “Finish, I’ll come back once you’re done changing.”

“Never mind,” he said, pulling his pants back up. “You’ve seen it all already, what is it you wanted to talk about?”

Seeing how he behaved casually, I decided to do the same though with a body like his in front of me. It was extremely hard to remain focused. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

Mihai paused on his way to his dresser. “No, why?”

“Because I feel like something has changed, or maybe I’m overthinking it. I mean, you keep looking at me with this look on your face as if you’re scared any minute I’ll hop up and run off.”

“And if I said you’re right. What would you do?” The tone of his voice was stern, as he turned to face me. His expression was serious. “I’ve never begged for anything in my life, and from the beginning you’ve followed my lead, even our marriage is something that I pushed ahead with. Even when I decided I wanted to try to make our relationship real, I still couldn’t tell if you were going along with me or truly wished to make our marriage a real thing.”

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