Page 6 of His Virgin Wife

Dom was not going to make it easy for her.

Her hands repeatedly opened and clenched by herside. She opened her mouth and closed it.

“Never mind.”

He nodded his head, and then left the room,smiling. She would learn he was not going to hand her everything on a plate.Some things she was going to have to work for.

Chapter Three

This was so wrong. Dom was so rude.

Pacing in the clean dining room, she kept tryingto go to her room, or do something, but she kept stopping herself. Emily didn’tknow what was wrong with her.

They didn’t have sex last night, and she was …pissed? Why did she feel this way?

At the end of the day, she knew Dom would growbored with her, and then what? She would be out in the cold and free, which isexactly where she wanted to be. Only, what if he got bored and she didn’t? Shehadn’t thought about that. What if she fell in love with Dom Wylde and he justtossed her aside like trash? She wouldn’t feel quite so good about being withhim then, would she?

What did it matter? He was her kidnapper. She was notsupposed to feel this way about him. It was insane, completely illogical, andyet she hated that they hadn’t done anything last night. What did that sayabout her?

She ran fingers through her hair and tried tothink, tried to do something that would make sense. Sitting at the breakfasttable, all she could think about was the feel of his tongue between her legs,his hands on her body. It was like she was possessed or something. There was nofocus. Just her imagination running wild, wishing they were doing more.Desperate for it. This was her lame doormat personality coming through. Unableto do anything, because … why?

She let out a little growl and forced herself outof the dining room. There was a soldier patrolling the main house, and she hadgrown used to seeing men with guns. The soldiers completely ignored her. Theirjob was to keep them all safe, and also stop her from escaping.

Emily didn’t even know where she was going, untilshe made her way toward the basement, where his gym was. She should turn herass back around, go to her room, or to the library, or anywhere else. This iswhat she kept telling herself, yet she didn’t.

Instead, she moved inside the gym, and then had tostop herself at the doorway, because right there, Dom had removed his shirt, aswell as his pants, and he stood in a pair of tight pants, lifting weights.

She’d been pacing the room for a good hour sinceDom left, and her mouth ran dry at the sight. He was covered in perspiration.She couldn’t speak. He looked so sexy.

She knew he had a lot of ink, but she rarely sawit. There had been a few times he’d insisted on her being there in the gym withhim. Today hadn’t been one of those days.

In the early days, she thought he kept her withhim as a warning. She would see how strong and powerful he was. The first fewtimes, she had been afraid he might take out his gun and shoot her. Dom hadweapons on him at all times.

Staring at him now, she couldn’t help but lookdown the length of his body and feel that ache inside her. Okay, she was acompletely lame doormat, because she did like her captor. There were a fewfantasies starring Dom that she couldn’t deny. Last night had been incredible,and she loved every second of it. Right until the point he sent her to bed likea child.

“I think you’re drooling,” Dom said.

She pressed her mouth closed. There hadn’t beenany drool. He didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. She was perfectlycapable of staring at him and not drooling. The temptation to quickly wipe hermouth was so strong, but she was able to stop herself and instead look at him. Allthrough breakfast, she avoided it.

Maybe she was being petty? Maybe it was justeasier this way. She didn’t know. Anyway, she was looking at him now, and therewas that yearning, that stupid, crazy, irrational yearning. What should she sayto him?

He put the heavy weight he’d been lifting down,and she watched as he sat on the bench. He rubbed the towel across his face.

She simply stayed put, waiting.

And then, he turned toward her. “Come here.”

She knew she should tell him no. A part of herbrain was responding in all the right ways. There should be no doubt, no is theanswer. However, the sensible part of her brain was not in control. The lamedoormat was, and she took a step toward him, then another, without uttering asingle word of protest. Within a matter of seconds, she was right in front ofhim, and he reached out at first, taking her hand.

Just that one touch, and she felt like meltingagainst him. His touches were like fire. She didn’t close her eyes but keptlooking at him. Then, he let go of her wrist and pulled her close, and his facepressed against her stomach. She let out a gasp, especially as he lifted theblack shirt she wore and seemed to nuzzle her stomach.

A pool of heat flooded her pussy. Both his handscircled her waist, and then swiftly moved up her back, and she couldn’t helpbut moan as he seemed to stroke a part of her body that felt on fire with need.Her whole body felt needy.

She didn’t even realize her eyes were closed untilshe opened them as he released the button of her jeans. The sound of her zipperbeing lowered filled the silence of the room, and Dom began to pull her jeansdown. They fell to the floor, and he helped her step out of them. Once again,he didn’t seem impressed with her panties, so he tore them straight from herbody.

The panties were all his, so he would have nochoice but to buy more. She only wore what he provided. Her shirt and bra endedup the same as the jeans. They were in one piece, but on the floor.

Once again, she stood before him completely naked.

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