Page 132 of My Ruthless Husband

He stayed faithful, not because he couldn’t stray, but because he simply didn’t want to. And that’s the sexiest thing ever.

We may still clash and I haven’t forgiven him for his past deceit but that doesn’t stop the raw, carnal passion that ignites every time we’re together.

Our chemistry is electric, a magnetic force that pulls us toward each other despite everything. Even in the heat of our arguments, the desire is always simmering just beneath the surface, ready to explode.

No matter how much we might fight or how deep the wounds may go, the attraction between us is undeniable. It’s a powerful, unstoppable force that keeps drawing us back together, making everything else fade away.

I whimper, running my fingers through his wet hair. His teeth grazes and nibbles at my flesh. His fingers dig on my thigh and ass as he keeps me still.

The need that was building inside me is threatening to tear me to shreds. And when he sucks at my clit, I lose my balance but Damian steadies me. He then puts my leg down and stands up. He sweeps me up off my feet and strides out of the bathroom. And without any grace, he throws me on our bed.

I prop myself on my elbows and watch as he crawls over me. “Ready for your husband?”

“I’m starting to miss the quiet version of you,” I grumble, breathless.

He uses one hand to tip my chin to kiss me hard, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. “Maybe I’ve changed too. Get used to it,”he repeats my words from earlier. He lowers his head grazing my temple with his nose.

“What’s gotten into you?” I narrow my eyes.

“You.” He nuzzles the tender skin of my throat with his stubble. I quiver and feel his smile again. With one hand I reach up to sink my fingers in his hair. I pull until we are staring into each other’s eyes. “Stop laughing at me.”

His response is another infuriating smile. His hand captures my breast and pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I gasp.

“Tell me.” He commands.

I know what he wants to hear. He wants me to admit that I want him. He wants to hear how much I need him. This is one of his kinks. He was never vocal during sex but always made sure I screamed his name until my voice was hoarse. He made sure I was begging and delirious with need before he gave it to me. This is the pattern I am familiar with. His torment starts with this. Him making me admit all sorts of sordid things.

When I remain silent, he pinches my nipple again. Harder this time. Electricity zips through me. I slide my hand from the silky strands of his hair down to cup his strong, roughened jaw. My eyes, glazed and heavy-lidded with desire, meet his, letting him see just how much I want him. I slowly lean closer, letting my lips graze his ear. “Go to hell.”

I pull back and give him a taunting smile. When he keeps regarding me silently, I arch my eyebrow. Using the hand that was on my breast, he gives me a shove. My elbow buckles and my back lands on the bed.

Before I can recover, he captures the tortured nipple in his mouth while his other hand plays with other. My teeth clenches at the unbearable ache in my pussy.

Why is he giving in so easily? I thought my taunting would push him harder, ignite that fire in his eyes, and make himdouble his efforts to get what he wants from me. Instead, he’s retreating, and it’s throwing me off balance. I expected more determination. Not this.

Through glazed eyes, I watch his dark head moving against my pale skin. I watch his bronze fingers squeezing my breast. The vision along with the feeling of his hot mouth sucking me is too much. A low moan escapes from my treacherous lips. His answering groan, tinged with victory makes me realize that I lost the battle.

I jerk when the pads of his fingers brush against my clit. “You’re so wet.” He speaks against my nipple. “Like always.”

My face warms. “And you are a jerk. Like alwa—” My body almost comes off the bed when his fingers rub me. He studies me with concentration as I shudder. Then to double the torture, his mouth latches onto my nipple once again.

As his muscles flex under my hands, I realize I’ve been gripping his biceps. This is not right. I am losing control. Like always. I take my hands away and clutch the sheets beneath me. He doesn’t like that.

He releases my nipple and flicks his gaze to mine. I stare back even when I want to look away. I don’t want to admit defeat. But it’s hard. To keep looking at him when his palm is rocking between my thighs.

I gasp but quickly bite my lip to keep from crying out. The more I resist, the faster his hand moves. “Oh, God,” I moan. But at the gleam of satisfaction in his black eyes I retreat behind the mask of indifference, trying my best to give him nothing.

His eyes narrow and within seconds he is detangling himself from me and stands at the foot of the bed. I’m too stunned at the sudden change of action so I keep looking at him. He grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed then positions his cock against my aching center. “I was planning to take my time. I wanted to eat you out. Over and over again before we got tothis part. But I think I’ll have to fuck the stubbornness out of you first.”

Against my better judgement, I glance down, shivering as he rubs the swollen head through my folds. I jerk and shudder when he slides it up and down.

“All out of snark, I see.”

With a glare, I say, “Fuck. You.”

That put an end to any gentleness he was showing toward me as he enters me in one powerful thrust. The sudden invasion makes me bite down on my lower lip. It had been months since we had sex and Damian is huge. So the flash of momentary pain was expected.

His breath comes out in a hiss. He pauses for a second or two before settling his hands on my hips and driving into me again. This time the sensation is so unbearably pleasurable that I moan loudly.

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