Page 40 of The Bloke

That’s one issue resolved…

I ran the same hand that held the knife through my hair before setting my eyes on my wife’s. I was sure she was terrified, not from what that jack-off was going to do to her, but what I did to him. Something tells me that she was not well acquainted with killing and murder. I knew I was going to have to desensitize her to it for her test, but I guess we were jumping into it right here and now.

I stepped into my wife as I took both of her wrists, and brought them up beside her head, pinning them to the wall.

The second issue was the lack of a ring on her finger, which now had me questioning her intentions for the evening and whether they were as innocent as I thought they were.

I glanced at her left hand before my eyes returned to hers.

“Where’s your ring, love?” I asked in curiosity.

I was prepared for a lie; she wouldn’t tell me the truth even if it would save her ass from the anger that I felt knowing she was here, drinking, without her ring on, with men just begging to taste her.

Sienna shook her head, avoiding answering my question. I scanned her eyes for any hint or indication of what she was feeling at that moment, and the longer I stared, the more I felt drawn to her.

Her gaze dropped from my eyes to my mouth as her lips parted, melting all of the anger and doubt I had just felt toward her.

I released one of her wrists and cupped the nape of her neck, tilting her head back as my mouth claimed hers.

Her lips parted, allowingme access, and I drove my tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers. She moaned, her hands wrapping around the back of my head as she gripped my bloody hair and tugged, pulling me even closer to her.

“Fuck the ring. Fuck me.” She mumbled into my mouth as she sucked the air from my lungs.

I didn’t need to be told twice; I would do it gladly. The fact that she was so willing and wanting caught me off guard, but I wasn’t about to argue or question her when I was just as desperate.

Sienna pulled her leg up to wrap around my hip, and I gripped her thigh with my free hand, the hem of her dress pushing up to her hips with the change in position. I leaned into her, pressing my weight into her body.

Releasing her mouth, I trailed my lips down to follow along her jawline, tasting the iron from the blood on her skin, mixing with her salty sweat. Surprisingly, she was even more stunning, covered in another man’s blood, one that I had just killed for touching what was mine. I had never wanted her more than I did now.

With one hand still fisting my hair, she dropped one to my shoulder, balling her hand into a fist in my T-shirt and pulling on it, her hips rolling against mine for friction.

“Colby.” She breathed with heated desire. “I need you. Now.” A whimpered plea fell from her lips, and I grew harder, moving to suck on her neck to leave a mark.

Seeing another man attempting to take what was mine caused something primal in me to come forward; a forceful need to mark and claim her as mine. This woman drove me to the edge of insanity, but my wife was a high that I never wanted to come down from.

I let go of her neck and reached between us to unbutton my jeans and draw down the fly. Pulling my cock from my boxers, I pushed her thong aside and buried myself deep inside of her with one forceful thrust. She was soaked to the point that I slid into her effortlessly, and she rolled her head to the side with a breathy moan of satisfaction.

Not wanting to take things slow, I started moving faster, thrusting harder into her. I would have taken my time with her, but we were in the back alley of Fallout with a blood-soaked body lying on the ground beside us. If this were going to be a romantic fuck I would much rather be back at the penthouse instead. This fuck was going to be quick and dirty.

Her panting moans filled my ears as I continued pounding into her against the wall with one hand gripping her ass tightly, lifting the other up so that both of her legs were wrapped around my waist for better leverage.

“Please,” She begged, biting down on her bottom lip. “Please, Colby.”

I was still pissed off with the thought of her coming here to find someone else to take her home and fuck her that I almost considered not letting her come. At least not without a thorough groveling.

Slowing my pace, I brought my lips to the shell of her ear, dragging them lightly along it.

“Were you trying to get fucked by another man tonight?” I murmured. If she wanted to come, she would have to give me the truth, and with my cock buried so deep inside her, I doubt that would be a problem.

“What?” She gasped with a rough swallow.

“You heard me… Were you trying to get rid of me by fucking another man tonight?” I pressed further, tugging on her earlobe with my teeth. I may have been angry, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want to taste her.

She sucked in a sharp breath, her cunt clenching around my cock as she pressed her hips up against mine for more.

“Answer me… wife.”

“I… No.” She stammered. “No, I would never.”

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