Page 62 of Influence

How could she not know I cared for her? I showed her with my actions.

Dammit. Women were so complicated.

I let my eyes appreciate her form: the strength of her broad shoulders, the curve of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the way her movements hinted at desire.

Every detail stirred something primal within me. Suddenly, a fierce, pulsing reminder of the storm of passion inside hit me, igniting my growing arousal.

Without hesitation, I stepped forward and blocked her way at the door.

“Get out of my way,” she said, her defiance palpable.

I shook my head and said, “We need to talk.”

“Niko, move now or I swear I will punch you.” Her demand was filled with anger and deep yearning, echoing the turmoil inside us both.

“Why are you so angry, Laya?” I inquired, trying to hide my irritation.

“Because you think you can control me!” she erupted, her fury unmistakable.

“Aren’t you overreacting just a bit?” I replied, reminding her, “You’re my wife. That means you belong to me, after all.”

A flush of outrage crept over her skin, a mix of challenge and desire as she spat, “How dare you say you own me!”

In an instant, her hand swung through the air. I reacted, grabbing her wrist before it could strike my cheek, holding it with both a sense of warning and passion. Her wrist trembled in my grip as I stared at her, a low growl escaping me.

“You’re not going to hit me, Laya,” I said.

She shook her head, silently daring me further.

“Did you want to make me this angry?” I snarled with promises of things to come and raw desire.

For a long moment, she offered no reply, merely meeting my gaze with smoldering eyes and a bitten lower lip that revealed her inner turmoil. That vulnerability, combined with her determined expression, sent jolts of desire through me.

My cock pulsed hot and hard, driving up my arousal. I envisioned an array of vivid images of experiencing the softness of her skin against my fingers as I traced the curve of her hips, her nipples tightening at my barest touch, and the enticing way her body opened in anticipation.

“Goddammit, woman,” I muttered, “you’re going to be the death of me!”

Without a second thought, I grasped a handful of her long, raven-black curls, pulling her face close with a mix of possessiveness and obsessive need. Our lips crashed together in a desperate, fierce kiss, as if our need and anger demanded it.

A whimper of surprise escaped her as I explored her mouth with my tongue. Our kiss was untamed and a fight for domination, erasing all hesitation.

My anger and annoyance at her doubts transformed into a wild need to fuck that overtook all other urges. Every part of me craved her as I resisted her objections.

Our tongues tangled in a heated contest of dominance and desire, and I let go of her hair to use both hands to cup her ass, lifting her like she was the very embodiment of passion.

I carried her to the bed with determined strength, lowering her in a manner that denied the natural bounce of her body as she landed.

Her wide emerald eyes swirled with a mix of emotions, mirroring the chaotic storm within me.

“Niko, what are you doing?”

“I’m reminding you of something very important, Laya,” I replied, unbuckling my belt with determined urgency.

She watched me, observing my intentional actions before meeting my gaze once more. A blend of apprehension and undeniable desire sparkled in her eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me, darling,” I said with a commanding firmness, the metallic click of my belt punctuating the stillness in the room.

The atmosphere shifted as my declaration hung in the air, demanding attention and focus. I leaned closer, ensuring my presence was undeniable, as the weight of the moment intensified.

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