Page 5 of His Virgin Wife

He’d brought her to orgasm first. Now it was timefor him—for them—to have sex. This would be easy.

“It’s time for you to go to bed,” he said.

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The following morning, Dom knew Emily was takingher sweet time to get to the breakfast table to serve him, and he wasn’timpressed with having to wait. Emily still had her responsibilities, and lastnight, he had not acted selfishly. He’d been the model of a perfect gentlemanand now he was pissed.

It would have been easy for him to take out hiscock and thrust deep inside her tight, virginal cunt. Call him old-fashioned,but he didn’t think a woman’s first time should be on the sofa. First of all,the blood would stain the fabric, but he also didn’t want Emily to beuncomfortable. He had been the one to go to bed with a raging erection and noway of stopping it.

He went to the shower and tried twice to stop hishard dick, but the only person his cock wanted was the little blonde who wasdriving him crazy. He was two seconds away from dragging her from the bed. Notthat he would pull her down the stairs or anything. No, he’d carry her down,while also slapping that fine ass. That is exactly what he was going to do.

Dom pushed his chair out, about to do exactlythat, when Emily rounded the corner into the dining room. Keeping himself inhis seat, he saw her cheeks were slightly flushed and she wouldn’t quite meethis gaze.

She wore one of the many pairs of jeans he’dpurchased for her, along with a single tight black t-shirt, which lay flushagainst her body and showed off every curve to perfection. Just the sight ofher and he was hard as rock.

Emily didn’t say a word, not that she ever usuallydid. Sometimes he got a yearning look from her, or some kind of questioninggaze. Not today. He couldn’t help but wonder what she was thinking about.

He’d never cared about a woman long enough towonder what she was thinking about. Emily wasn’t just any woman, though. Shebelonged to his enemy, who had yet to call him with some ransom deal, or hisdemands. Their initial conversation had entertained Dom, to deny all knowledgethat he had taken her. Since then, Nigel had only requested he let her go, noransom, no bargaining, nothing.

So far, nothing.

He imagined it was because of the heat. While Domhad been kidnapping Emily, the law had descended on the place and made severalarrests. From his sources, her father hadn’t been one of them.

He had many men in one place to make a purchase, andit was going to put Nigel on the not-very-nice list of a whole lot of people.Unless he could wager a deal to get some of the high rollers out.

That hadn’t happened.

Dom was keeping a very close eye on the situation,and it also helped that he had a guy on the inside who had no qualms aboutkeeping tabs on Nigel.

Emily came back from the kitchen, carrying histray, and she placed it in front of him. He was pretty sure he detected alittle annoyance. There might have even been a little slight clatter as theplate landed on the table. He couldn’t help but smile.

In the past few months of Emily being his captive,she’d been the best-behaved kidnap victim he ever knew. Now, after he didn’tactually fuck her, she was having a little temper tantrum. It was cute.

She returned with her own plate. This time, therewas no hesitation—she put the plate in her usual space and sat down. Domsmirked.

She still hadn’t looked at him, not even duringthe first few days here. He’d also detected how fragile she seemed. She fearedbeing killed. Back then, and even now, he had no desire to kill her. He wasdoing Nora a favor, but Emily was also very entertaining to him. He couldn’thelp but be slightly enamored by her.

Leaning forward, he lifted the lid off her foodand instructed her to eat. There was a plate filled with a variety of deliciousfruit, some toast, and even a small bowl of porridge. His chef certainly knewhow to make anything look delectable.

She picked up her fork, and he saw her slightshake. Another glance at her, and he made sure she wasn’t terrified. No, thatshake wasn’t fear. What was it? Nerves? Anger? Frustration?

He was starting to think it was more frustrationas he looked at her. She had an orgasm, and he knew he was good at what he did.There was no reason for her to feel even the tiniest bit frustrated.

On the other hand, he had to take care of himself,and that hadn’t been fun. No, stroking his dick multiple times to calm hisraging erection hadn’t worked. The only person who should be shaking withfrustration was him.

He lifted the lid off his own food, and he had hisusual bacon, eggs, fresh grilled tomatoes, and a slice of toast. There wasfruit for after. He intended to work out in his gym the rest of the day. Workdidn’t need him, and he already decided to stay as close to home as physicallypossible, just to be close to Emily.

Dom stayed silent, eating his way throughbreakfast, waiting to see if she would say anything. No words were spoken.There were a few meaningful glances, but she never quite got the words out. Shelooked at him plenty of times, and again, nothing. He couldn’t help but smile.

And then, at the end of breakfast, he excusedhimself and headed out the door.

“Why?” Emily asked.

This time, she sounded impatient and perhaps evena little confused.

He stopped and turned toward her. This was theonly time she’d spoken to him like this. He admired her strength. Even thoughit wouldn’t do her any good.

“Why, what?” he asked.

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