Page 14 of Vow to Hate You

“Can’t break into this one as easily,” I told her, locking it back up again. “And in case you try, I keep my money elsewhere now. I don’t need my wife to steal everything I have for a second time.”

She scowled but didn’t say a word as I put the safe back in the drawer before heading back into the bathroom where the shower was still running. The steam was thick from the hot waterrunning for so long, and I didn’t bother shutting the bathroom door this time before I stepped back under the water. I turned it even hotter, running my hands through my hair to rinse off the drying soap.

I jerked in surprise when the shower door was ripped open. Talie stepped inside, not even glancing at me as she turned on the other shower head.

Oh my fuck.

She was goddamn stunning with clothes on. But naked? I couldn’t tear my eyes off her if I wanted. Her back was facing me, and my gaze dropped to the curve of her ass. Her skin was smooth, and I spotted a tiny tattoo on her left ass cheek. Before I could study it more, she spun around as I fought to keep my expression blank. Though there was nothing I could do about my raging hard-on that sprang to life the second she came into the shower.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her eyes widening with feigned innocence. “Don’t married couples shower together?”

I cleared my throat, forcing to keep my eyes on hers. “What are you doing, Talie?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I wasn’t about to stay in wet clothes until you finished.”

I still wasn’t over my shock that she actually got into the shower with me. We’d grown up together, and while we teased the line between friendship and something more in our teens, we’d never even kissed until our wedding day. Seeing her naked was throwing me through a fucking loop.

But my thoughts turned purely dirty when she squeezed some of my body wash into her hand to wash herself. She trailed her hands over her shoulders before going lower. My eyes tracked her hands as she palmed her breasts, slowly rubbing herself. I bit my tongue, trying my fucking hardest not to reactto her teasing. By the wicked gleam in her eyes, she knew exactly what she was doing.

“What now, Damian?” she asked. “I stay here and act as your obedient wife in public while you do whatever you want?”

I couldn’t focus on her words when she pinched and tugged at her nipples, falling back against the granite wall.

“Talie,” I ground out, my voice gruff. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Showering,” she answered, her hands roaming over her wet body. “Something wrong?”

“You’re starting a game you’re not going to win,” I murmured when her fingers dropped between her thighs.

“What game?” Her eyes were closed as she touched her pussy, her back arching. “The shower is my favorite place to get off.”

Fuck me.“Is that so?”

“Mm,” she hummed out in agreement, keeping her eyes closed. “Since my husband is an asshole, I’m abstaining from sex. With you, at least. I need to relax somehow.”

“With just me?” I growled, annoyance flaring from her taunting. “You won’t be having sex with anyone else, Natalia. You are my wife.”

Her eyes flew open, full of pure venom. “In name only. We didn’t marry for love. It was business. We’ve been married for the last five years. Did you not have sex the entire time?”

“This is different,” I snapped. “You’re here now. I told you earlier—you won’t be having sex with anyone other than me.”

“No,” she said simply. “I’m keeping this a business transaction like it started. I’ll play the part in public if I’m stuck here, but you have no say on who I’m with behind closed doors.”

I couldn’t tell if she was actively trying to piss me off or if she really had plans to find men to sleep with, but either way, my blood was boiling. That wouldn’t be fucking happening.

“Don’t worry, you’re free to fuck whoever you want too,” she said, her hand still touching her pussy. “Just make sure it stays quiet.”

I flexed my fingers, taking a deep breath to stay in control. I wasn’t arguing about this right now, but once we were fully clothed and I had a clear head, we’d be revisiting this conversation.

I watched as she fingered herself while bringing her free hand up to tease her nipples. Her eyes stayed on mine, as if daring me to stop her. For a bit anyway. Soon, she lost focus when her growing pleasure outweighed the show she was putting on for me. Her eyelids fluttered closed as she rubbed her clit faster. I crept closer, studying her body as she climbed to the edge.

Her chest heaved, her hand falling away from her breasts to grab the wall for more support. She threw her head back, and right when I noticed her body going rigid, I lashed my arm out, snatching her wrist, pulling it away from her pussy.

“Damian,” she hissed, her voice higher than usual. “What the fuck?”

“There are only two ways you’ll get an orgasm in front of me,” I murmured, crowding her against the wall. “The first is I give it to you.”

“Not happening,” she snapped.

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