Page 30 of Ruthless Love

"Hey baby, been watching you all night. Let's dance."

I jerk my arm away, but he hangs on tightly. My stomach aches as anxiety creeps into my throat. "Let me go."

He circles his free arm around my waist, and that's when someone else comes up to us. The presence of this person is throwing off irritation and anger. Glancing up, I'm surprised to see my husband. "Cain..."

"Leave, my guy. I've been watching her all night. She's mine."

The noise in Cain's throat can be heard, even over the sound of the music. "Get your goddamn hands off my wife."

Even I'm a little terrified of the man who has only ever touched me reverently. The wild look in his eyes is enough for the guy beside me to drop my arm. "Didn't realize she was married." He mumbles.

"She's wearing a motherfucking ring."

I look down at my hand, and it's true. For a few weeks after I left, I didn't wear one. Recently I've started wearing it again. I don't expect anyone to notice, other than me, but this man should. Especially if he's planning on taking someone home.

"I wasn't interested," I assure my husband.

"I know you weren't, but if this piece of shit doesn't get his hand off you, we're going to have a problem."

His eyes haven't strayed from where his fingers circle my wrist now. He may have dropped the arm, but he hasn't let gocompletely. "Until she says she wants me to move on, you can keep dreaming, buddy."

It's been a long time since my husband looked this damn obsessed with me, like he would be ready to go to war for me. But here it is. It's everything I've wanted, and fuck if it's not a huge turn on. Cain glances at me, and our eyes meet. In a hot second, Cain has this man's hand off me, and he's holding him on the ground.

"You motherfucker," the guy sputters.

Around us, everyone is watching. It's one of the hottest things I've ever seen my husband do. "The best thing for you will be to leave before I arrest you." Cain continues, helping him up.

"Arrest me?"

"Yeah." He flashes his badge. "Good luck with the judge when I tell him you were threatening the wife of a police officer.

We both watch as my would-be flirter runs as if his heels are on fire. It would be funny in any other instance, but right now I'm hot as hell, and judging by the ridge in Cain's jeans, he is, too. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, Cain. I'm ready. Are you going to take me home?"

Holding out his hand, he motions for mine. With no regrets, I slip mine into his, and together we head out of the bar. We're going home, but I have no idea what's going to happen once we get there. I know what I'm praying will happen, but who knows if the man in front of me will follow through. The old me would ask a ton of questions, but this, Marissa? She's going to let whatever this is play out and enjoy the fuck out of it.

TWENTY-FOUR

CAIN

We get home,and we go to the bedroom without a word between us. The ride home has been tense, and although it's not her fault, I'm irritated with what went down. No man likes to see his wife hit on by other men.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, glancing at me as I stand next to the bed.

"Sorry for what?"

Her eyes go to where my fingers are working the front of my belt, pulling it from the loops. She swallows so hard I can see it.

"Sorry that I went out and had a good time. Didn't mean to upset you, and ruin your night," she says flippantly.

Anger skyrockets through my stomach and straight to my brain. She knows that I'm not angry with her. I know that with every part of me, but she can't help being a smart ass. I finish taking the belt out and then slap it against the flat of my palm. "That fuckin' mouth of yours is about to get taught a lesson."

"Promises, promises." She cuts her eyes to the side.

"You're testing my patience, Ris." Dropping the belt, I walk over to her, reaching out to cup her jaw in the palm of my hand. “I’ve thought about what I want to do to you the entire ride home.”

“Same here.” She licks her lips, and all I can imagine is the way her tongue will feel against the underside of my cock.

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