Page 57 of The Bloke

Sitting on the long bench at the foot of our bed, I had just finished lacing my black leather dress shoes when I heard the sound of a lock turn. The door in front of me opened, and light spilled onto the white marble floor, framed around a dark silhouette.

I looked up from the floor, and there she was, standing in the doorway—my wife, looking like a goddess of the night. Her makeup was smokey and flawless, just like her, and her hair cascaded down her body in loose waves.

She was a vision to admire and took my ever-loving breath away.

Tucking a stray strand behind her ear, my wife padded towards me.

“I don’t—” She sighed, picking up the right side of her dress to expose her left thigh and bare feet through the long slit. “I don’t have the right shoes to go with this dress, Colby.” She groaned in frustration.

“Of course you do, love.” I reached back, picking up her shoes before leaning forward and holding them out with the backs hooked over my fingers.

A sarcastic chuckle escaped her lips as she stared at her bright, hot pink heels.

“Those are cheap party shoes, and don’t go with this dress at all.” She rolled her eyes, releasing her dress and crossing her arms over her chest.I loved how sassy she was.

“They’re my favorite heels, and I want you to wear them. The contrast between the all-black and bright pink is just like you.” My eyes flicked up to hers as I set one of the heels down and patted my thigh. “Here. Give me your foot.” I ordered.

With no reason to argue further, she did as she was told and lifted her right foot, placing it on my thigh. I glided my hand down her calf before lifting her ankle up and sliding the heel onto her foot, gently releasing it to the floor.

She then lifted her left foot to do the same, only this time, when I finished, I tugged at her calf, causing her to fall forward, her hands bracing themselves on my shoulders.

I looked up into her eyes as she stared down at me, hers wide from being caught off guard.

Her breaths quickened as I slid my hand up her thigh, her shin firmly pressed up against my chest, wrapping it around her now exposed ass cheek, my finger grazing against her through her underwear which had started to dampen.

“See…” I breathed, not once dropping my eyes from hers. “They’re perfect. Just like you.”

“Colby, I—”

I captured her mouth with mine to stop her from talking. There was only one sentence that I wanted to hear from her soft, smooth lips, and I knew she wasn’t ready to give them to me—at least not yet.

She moaned as my tongue continued exploring her mouth, and I pushed her underwear aside to dip a finger inside her tight, warm cunt. Surprised to find that she was already soaked for me, and all I could think about was bending her over and fucking her against the edge of the bed.

Unfortunately for me, that would make us late for the Gala.

No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t keep my hands off of her. She consumed me inside and out, pulling me under, threatening to submerge me in her storm—and I’d gladly drown for her.

She had no idea what kind of power she held over me.

Sienna spent the entiredrive to the mansion fidgeting in her seat. At one point, I had to reach over the center console to calm her down.

“Why are you so nervous?” I asked, looking at her from the corner of my eye. “It’s just an over-the-top party.” I attempted to make this event sound like it wasn’t a big deal when, in all actuality, it was the most crucial night for us.

“A party filled with killers,” She mumbled, and I released her hands, abruptly pulling us over on the empty desert road and parking it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t—” She rushed out in a panic as I gripped her chin with my fingers and forced her to face me.

“Sienna.” I searched her eyes, anticipating fear of me, but there was none. Clenching my jaw, I thought through my words carefully. “If this isn’t what you want, then you need to tell me right now because once we step through those doors, everyone will know who you are—what you are to me.” I swallowed at the last part.

She knew everything but didn’t know just how high the stakes were, and I wasn’t about to break that news to her now. She gripped my wrist with her hands, not to pull away, but to calm my heart, which I didn’t realize had started racing.

“The past two days have been a lot to unpack…” Her eyes shifted to the side as she thought of what to say. “I want you, Colby.” She admitted, her eyes flicking back to meet mine, soft and gentle. “I just… this will take a lot of getting used to.”

She wasn’t wrong. I had dropped the biggest bombshell of my life and expected her to accept it without any issue.

“Are you sure?” I felt so fucking stupid in that moment.

Realizing that while I had wanted her—married her, even. I never even considered that I would have to tell her what I actually did for work and about this whole secret society and killing shit.What the fuck was I thinking?

My wife caressed the side of my cheek, her thumb running along the rough stubble on my jawline.

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