Page 45 of Shoot Your Shot

“Bullshit!” I snarl. “You know I did. I told you I did.”

She steps closer, getting in my face. Her body radiates with wrath. “That wastwomonthslater, Kolt. Six fucking weeks!” She glares up at me, her body shaking. “Before that? You’d let me go without a damn care. And then you had your fun, apparently came back and saw me innocently talking to another man, assumed I’d moved on, and left. So, no, Kolt.” She grits her teeth. “You didn’t fight for me. And you don’t get to judge how I chose to move on. After all, you’re the one who won’t sign the damn papers.”

“Had my fun?” I growl. “You think losing my wife wasfuckingfun?” I drag in a sharp breath; every inch of my chest burns. “I barely fucking survived it, Paige. And then there’s you, going on fucking dates, living it up.”

“Ohh, right.” She rolls her eyes. “You barely survived it, huh? I told you, I saw the tabloids, and I don’t believe what you said because it looked to me like you were getting alongjustfine.”

Clutching her chin, I force her eyes back to me. “There has been no one else since you, Paige. I told you once, and I’ll tell you again. The tabloids? Those were thirsty women trying to get their five seconds of fame by jumping in to take a photo with me before I could walk away.” I lean in a little closer, feeling her breathing against my face. “I haven’t been with anyone but you since we were seventeen, and I don’t want to either. You’re my wife. All I want is you.” My throat burns with emotion, and tears blur my vision. “All I haveeverwanted is you.”

For a moment, time stands still, and it really is just me and my wife as she stares up at me. My eyes float to her lips. I know I shouldn’t do this. She’s made it clear she wants a divorce, but, fuck, all I want is to be close to her.

“Why are you saying all of this?” she whispers, looking up at me, doe-eyed. “What are you trying to do?”

I bend down, pinching her chin between my thumb and finger before hovering my lips right over hers. “Because I fucking love you, Paige.” I drag my other hand down her chest, between her tits, and continue on until I’m gripping the front of her jeans tightly, lifting her feet slightly off the ground from one of the loops on her pants. “You’re soaked, aren’t you, baby?” I snarl. “You’re so mad; you want to hate me, but you also want your husband’s cock to be stuffed inside of your tight pussy.”

“No,” she says, trying to sound strong, but coming off absolutely desperate for more.

“Has anyone else fucked you, Paige?” I croak the words out, tears burning my eyes because I’m not sure I even want to know the answer. “If the answer is yes, just say it. Put me out of my fucking misery right now.”

I blink, squeezing my eyes shut because I can’t fucking look at her. She’s been on dates—of course she’s been with other people. Why the fuck did I ask? Especially because I don’t know if I can move past it if she says yes.

“No,” she says so quietly that I barely hear her. “There’s been no one else. I’ve been on three dates. But I’ve never touched another man, Kolt. Not even a kiss.”

When I open my eyes again, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her roughly. “Tell me you don’t want me to take you into a classroom, bend you over a desk, and feed you my cock inch by inch until your pussy is so fucking full and so fucking ruined that you realize your husband’s dick is the only dick you’ll ever take again.”

She whimpers, her mouth opening as she drags in countless strangled breaths, trying to calm herself down. That’s the answer I needed—she didn’t say no.

When I lift her up by her ass cheeks, my steel cock presses against her abdomen, only making me want her more. I walk us into our old Social Studies room and close the door, locking it behind us.

I set her down on her feet before dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “You were a bad fucking girl. Going on dates with men who weren’t me.” I tsk her. “You should drop to your knees and suck your husband’s dick to show him how sorry you are.”

Somewhere deep within, I know she didn’t do anything wrong. I’d purposely pushed the woman away. But part of me thought she’d never want to date anyone else, and that’s fucking selfish. But then there’s this anger inside of me, coursing through my veins and making me want to grab her by the throat, push her to her knees, and choke her with my cock. Simply because she went out with other men.

Every time I even think about that, pain stabs me in the chest.

She moans, her nipples hardening under the fabric of her shirt.

Paige has always loved to be dominated in some way. She likes it when I take control, and sometimes, we used to get rough. But because of my fucked-up upbringing, I’ve always made sure to never take things too far in the bedroom. I watched my mother get beaten to hell at the hands of my dad, and I’d never want to hurt Paige. Even though it’s a completely different situation, I’m not comfortable with hurting my wife, even for pleasure.

“I’m so fucking mad, Paige,” I snarl, gliding my hand down to my belt and undoing it before unbuttoning my jeans. I push them down enough to take my cock into my hand, and I begin stroking myself. “You have no fucking idea.”

Her eyes float to my dick, and she sucks in a breath before pushing her hand between her own legs.

Reaching out, I pull her hand away. “No. You don’t get to play with your pussy until I say so.”

She whimpers, poking her bottom lip out. “I’m sorry you are hurt that I went on a date, but you didn’t leave me a choice, Kolt. And the dates … they didn’t mean anything. I was trying to survive life,” she cries, giving her head a slight shake. “Survive us.”

“No,” I utter, shaking my head, continuing to slide my palm back and forth on my length. “Do not say you’re sorry that I’m hurt. Just say you’re fucking sorry.” I grit out the words. “Say you fucked up.”

Her thighs clamp together as she watches me work myself with pure need. Her throat muscles bob as she swallows, and finally, her eyes float to mine. “I’m sorry I went on a date with men who weren’t you.”

“How sorry?” I say deeply, tilting my chin up and glowering down at her. “Sorry enough to drop to your knees and let me wreck your fucking throat?”

“Yes,” she breathes out before giving in to me, dropping to her knees.

Backing six feet away from her, I stop until my ass hits a desk, and I sit back slightly with my cock standing straight, anxiously waiting to have her lips wrapped around it.

“Get on your hands and knees, Paige. And fucking crawl to me,” I bark out. “Show me how desperate you are to taste my dick.”

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