Page 3 of His Virgin Wife

“What would you like me to do? Be your servant?Wait on you?” She pushed some of her hair past her shoulder.

Dom couldn’t help but smile. He continued to stareat her. Emily was one of a kind, that was for sure. She glanced away and thenlooked up.

There was two ways he could handle this. One wastaking his sweet time, torturing her a little, milking this for everything itwas worth. The second was just being blunt.

“I want to fuck you, Emily,” he said.

Her eyes went wide, and he heard her shocked gaspas she looked at him and then glanced down at her food. He waited.

“What?” she asked.

“You heard me.”

There she went licking her lips, and he couldn’thelp but wonder what it would be like to have those lips wrapped around hiscock.

He got to his feet and moved behind her chair.Placing his hands on the arm of her chair, he leaned down so his lips wereright against her ear.

“That is going to be the price, and it is not justonce either, Emily.” The temptation to lick the pulse at the base of her neckwas strong, but he held himself back. “I want to fuck your sweet cunt, again,and again, and again. I want that mouth wrapped around my cock, and I want tofill it with my cum. I want to memorize every inch of you, and then when I amdone and bored, you will be free to leave. That is the price. I’ll leave it upto you, if you are willing to pay it.”

And then, he stood up from the dinner table andtook a step back. His cock was so hard, and it took every ounce of strength to stepaway. He didn’t say another word, just stepped out of the dining room. The foodwouldn’t appeal to him now anyway. He went straight to his office where he lefthis door partially open, and he moved toward his desk. It was time for him toattempt to get some work done.

He would leave all the decision-making to Emily.

Dom didn’t believe in rape. When Emily came tohim, it was going to be because she wanted him too. Besides, he knew she wasattracted to him. He’d watched for the past three months how she reacted tohim.

He didn’t know if she was strong enough andconfident enough to act on those feelings.

He would find out.

Chapter Two

This was stupid.

Emily rolled over in bed and stared up at theceiling. There was no way she was going to give in to his demands. They wereawful. Horrifying. There was no way a gentleman would ever say such words to alady, or to anyone.

And yet, she knew she loved every single word hesaid. Yes, it had surprised her, because she wasn’t used to men wantinganything to do with her. She was the lovely best friend, the person men lightlyhit on the shoulder as being the helpful good pal.

She was never one to be desired. This was why sheread a lot of romance books, because for a long time she had wanted to be. Sheaccepted that she wasn’t and just lived life in her lane.

Until a few hours ago.

Dom had really messed with her mind and body. Shewas so aroused. Each word he spoke was right out of her erotic dreams. If shefell asleep right now, she knew she would dream of him. The only problem waswhat she was going to do about it.

She was a virgin. She didn’t know a single thingabout the art of seduction or keeping a man. Some women were naturals, otherswere not. She was the “not” category.

She couldn’t deny her interest in him, which madeher even more of a lame doormat. Wanting her captor. Desiring him.

She shoved the blanket from her body and climbedout of bed. Pacing the space by her bed, she walked up and down, trying to gether thoughts together. It was wrong. And yet she couldn’t help but think aboutit. Howmore lameand embarrassing could she get? Shewanted to cry, or laugh. Would it be so bad? There was no way she could havesex in exchange for freedom.

Dom was a bad man. He was her father’s enemy.Grabbing a robe, she left her bedroom. She needed a glass of water, or a hotchocolate, or warm milk. She needed something to clear her head.

Walking to the top of the stairs, she descendedthem with every intention of going to the kitchen. Only, she saw the lightcoming from Dom’s office. Of course he was awake. The man functioned on barelyany sleep.

She needed to just go to the kitchen, grab herglass of water, and go to bed. Only, her feet were not moving in the directionof the kitchen. One step in front of the other, she found herself gettingcloser to Dom’s office. This was all wrong. She needed to stop, turn around,and then she stood in the doorway of Dom’s office.

He was near the fire, the sleeves of his shirtrolled up to his elbows, showing off his thick, ink-covered arms. He held aglass in his hands, and she saw the dark liquid in the glass.

She was sure there was a part of her brain tellingher to leave, to get the fuck out, to run and never look back. The only problemwas there was a large part of her brain, probably seventy percent—no,ninety-nine percent—that was screaming at her to be with him.

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