Page 118 of Devil Mine

The rage that still thrums through my veins is hard to control. It wires every part of me, making me twitchy and full of bloodlust. But when I turn away from the desk and find my wife still huddled in the corner, a shell of her usual confident self, that anger withers away like smoke on a windy day.

“Come here.”

Tess does as I ask without hesitation, arms dropping to her sides as she walks up to me. Her gaze is raw and earnest, those eyes like troubled waters instead of the clear blue I’m used to. I’d do anything to scrub that murkiness away, to steal the pain of the last hour from her and bury it deep inside myself instead.

She closes the remaining distance between us and wraps her arms around my middle, pressing her cheek against my chest right above my racing heartbeat. It’s not dissimilar to the way she threw herself at me when I walked in earlier. I was lightheaded from discovering her being assaulted, uncomprehending of the situation but only focused on examining her from head to toe to make sure she was alright, at least physically. Selfishly, I’d needed to touch her. I’d thought that might be the very last thing she wanted, but she’d fallen into my arms, holding onto me desperately as she cried. Her whole body had racked with her sobs, splintering a part of me that I didn’t even know existed before today but was already entirely hers.

Now I squeeze her against me, relieved that even though she just watched me unleash the most demonic side of myself, she still knows there’s nowhere safer for her than with me.

Cupping her cheeks gently in my hands, I tilt her face back to look up at me. Her arms are still around my middle as we stand chest to chest. The urgency in my voice reflects the way my eyes rove eagerly over her face.

“Did he hurt you anywhere that I can’t see?”

She shakes her head and a monumentally relieved breath expels loudly from my lips.

“You stopped him before he could do any real damage.” A cloud passes over her eyes. “Thiago, what he said…it’s not true.”

“Stop.”

Her throat works. “I just wanted you to know that I would never have willingly let him touch me.”

I place my index over her lips, shushing her. “Stop,” I repeat, softer. “He assaulted you. Even if I hadn’t witnessed it, I would never have doubted that.” Brushing her hair gently back from her face, I add. “This is all my fault. None of this would have happened if I’d dealt with him at the charity event when he first touched you.”

Her hands tighten on me. “You couldn’t know he’d do what he did. This was a crazy escalation, I still can’t believe it.”

“I’d already decided you were mine back then. I should have protected you better. I will moving forward.” Bending my head, I bring my face inches from hers until our lips brush. “Can I kiss you?”

“Don’t ask,” she breathes, tilting her face up. “Please, don’t start asking just because he–”

Her words cut off when I press my lips against hers in a heated, owning kiss. My bottom lip slips between hers and she sucks it into her mouth, taking control. She pushes me backwards with hands on my abdomen as mine lift to tangle in her hair, angling her face to the side so I can deepen the kiss and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

The back of my knees hit soft material and Tess shoves me. I drop into a chair, my hands coming up to grip the armrests as I rip in a ragged breath and stare up at my wife. My brave, beautiful wife. She leans over me, her lips finding mine again in a passionate kiss. When I use my hold on the armrests to try and get up, she pushes me back down with firm hands on my shoulders.

Tess stands before me with an intense, impenetrable look on her face. Her chest rises and falls as she drags in breath after breath, staring intently down at me with her hypnotic blue gaze.

And then she lowers herself slowly.

My eyes track her closely until she’s down on her knees between my spread legs, her hands coming to rest suggestively high on my thick thighs.

Never cutting off the eye contact between us, she runs her palms carefully up my quads and to the buckle of my belt. Heat shoots straight to my groin.

“Stop,” I order, grabbing her hand. “I’m not going to fuck you after what just happened.”

Her answering look is assertive and confident.

“I want to,” she clips. “Ichooseto.”

There’s a fierceness to her tone that reveals she won’t be dissuaded. I’m not a decent enough man to try and talk her out of it a second time anyway.

Tess shakes off my hand, pulls the leather out of the buckle and pops open the button of my trousers.

I settle all the way back into the chair, groaning loudly when she pulls my zipper down and palms my dick over my briefs.

“Don’t move your hands from the armrests or I’ll stop,” she orders. There’s something about her taking control and ordering me about that sizzles the blood in my veins.

“That’s going to be hard,amor,” I mutter.

A hitched breath leaves my throat when she squeezes my length and rubs me up and down.

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