Page 41 of The Bloke

“Are you sure about that?” I teased, releasing one of her thighs and sliding my hand to play with her clit.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She whimpered with a moan, digging her nails into my scalp and shoulder, her thighs tightening around my waist.

“Want to try again?”

“Fuck… You are my husband, the only man I will ever fuck; now, please let me come.” She rambled with a laugh that toldme she was losing her mind from the sex. “Colby, please!” She screamed, gripping my face in her hands and turning it to meet hers. Her eyes burned into mine, her nails burrowing into my scalp on both sides.

I laughed, licking my lips.

“Whatever my wife wants.” I crooned before slamming my hips back into her, fucking her roughly until I was just at the edge of coming.

“Come with me, love,” I spoke before devouring her mouth with mine again, swallowing her screams and moans of pleasure as she came all over my cock, gripping my shirt so tightly that she tore it in half. Bracing myself against the wall with a hand on either side of her shoulders, I followed her climax, driving myself as deep as I could go, filling her with my cum.

“Fuck… me…” She panted against my lips, trying to catch her breath.

“When we get home.” I breathed, pressing my forehead against hers and closing my eyes.

Chapter 18

Sienna

Over a week hadpassed since my husband thoroughly fucked me up against the back alley wall, next to a dead asshole, outside of Fallout. While my impression of him shifted dramatically that night, I still wasn’t ready to fully commit to the relationship he was forcing me into.

Colby was still the asshole that roped me into marrying him, knight in shining armor or not; no matter how honorable he was, that didn’t mean I had to love him. I had a choice and wasn’t about to admit anything until I truly knew and understood my feelings for him.

Once I’d caught my breath and could think clearly—minus the alcohol still in my system—he walked me back inside to grab my bag and say goodbye to the girls, which just ended up with mescreaming at them over the music as they continued grinding against random men on the dance floor.

Thankfully, it was dark enough on the dance floor that they couldn’t see the blood spatter on Colby or myself, which would have been disastrous, all things considered.

Chyler hugged me when she saw Colby over my shoulder and realized I was leaving. Fuck I was going to miss that girl; she texted me just before she left a few days later.

Chyler: You take care of yourself, Sienna. Don’t let that smoke show of a man blind you from who you are and smother your dreams.

Chyler: You are a strong, amazing, and incredible woman. Everything that you should be. Make sure he understands that before you pull the trigger and decide to love him.

Chyler: I’ll always be here if you need me, but in all honesty, I hope you never will. Not because I don’t care, but because I know you.

It had been hard knowing she was gone. While we never hung out like best friends or socialized as much as we did in the studio, she was still close to me. She was someone I could trust to keep me in check, and now, with her gone, I had to find the balance I was missing.

Colby had spent most of this past week ignoring my existence. I was at the studio teaching classes all day, and he worked at the bar only to return around three in the morning. Every day wasthe same routine; the only issue was that now he was leaving me alone.Why was that suddenly a problem?

Not once did he attempt to share the massive bed with me, nor did he bother to remain anywhere near me like he did those first few days we were together.

Something had changed between us that night at Fallout.

I didn’t know what, and I wasn’t sure it was for the better.

Before that night, all I wanted him to do was leave me alone, and now that he was… I wasn’t so sure what I wanted anymore.Was he over me? Had I finally brought him to the point of contemplating a divorce?

I found myself sitting in the center of my studio’s dance space, staring at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror wall, contemplating everything: my life, my strength, my goals, my husband.

Everything I thought I had figured out for my life was suddenly lost to me.

I sighed heavily as I replaced the earbuds I had removed before I sat down and unlocked my phone. If anything in this world could clear my mind of racing thoughts, it was dancing.

I brought up my favorite dance playlist, scrolled through the songs, and stopped on “In The End” by DJ Challenge X.

Pressing play, I turned up the volume, slid my phone across the floor, and let the lyrics carry me away as I stood and started my usual routine warm-up, having stretched in my last class. I could feel the wetness of tears on my cheeks as I brought myself up into arelevé,finding my center balance before striding across the room with a fewpirouettesand anarabesque.