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My stomach clenched with need at his words, but I didn’t say a word, refusing to admit anything. He arched a brow, his stare burning through me. His fingers were still working their magic on my clit, and I was glad I had a wall to lean against because I was already wobbling in my heels.

He let out a strangled groan when he slipped a finger inside my pussy, his thumb taking over the assault on my clit.

“So wet for me.” He added a second finger, and I barely suppressed a whimper when he curled them up, hitting my sweet spot.

“For you?” I breathed out tauntingly. “Maybe I was already wet. The guy at the bar was getting me hot and bothered before you interrupted us.”

Instead of the jealous anger I was expecting, he chuckled. “Oh, my lying wife. You wanted nothing to do with that asshole.”

I stiffened slightly at the vengeance in his words. “You going to hurt him for touching me, Damian?”

His response was to pump his fingers in and out of me until my legs began trembling. I grabbed his arm to steady myself.

“He’ll regret it.”

His threat had my eyes snapping to his. “This isn’t one of those sexy romance books you read. You can’t go around killing people for touching your wife.”

He didn’t respond, his focus going back to pleasuring me. His thumb stroked my clit in a steady rhythm, as his two fingers plunged back inside me. The back of my head hit the wall as my climax built, waves of pleasure rolling through me. My nails dug into the sleeve of his suit as I sucked in shallow breaths.

“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed. “Try to make a mess on your husband’s fingers.”

I was too far gone to even acknowledge his words. Chasing my orgasm was far more important. I rocked my hips against his hand and my eyes fluttered closed as my muscles began to lock up.

Until he stopped.

I swallowed my protest when the next noise I heard was his belt buckle as he undid it. My eyes snapped open, locking on his slacks as he unzipped them. His hand dipped into his black briefs before he fisted his thick cock, pulling it out. He was rock hard, and he removed his other hand from my pussy to lift me up.

“Wrap those gorgeous legs around me,” he demanded, his voice low and husky. “I’ve been dreaming about this since you came home. I’ve waited long enough.”

“Condom,” I forced out as he lifted me in the air. My dress scrunched up past my hips as my legs went around his waist, putting my thong in full view. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if he heard me. He knew I was on the pill since he’d seen my birth control on the bathroom counter. He’d never been reckless, but when he still didn’t say a word, I had a feeling that not having a condom wasn’t going to stop this.

He maneuvered me until his cock brushed my clit, and my arms went around his neck. His hands landed on my ass, holding me up as he pulled back to look at me. My heart stuttered at the burning heat in his gaze.

“You aremy wife,” he reminded me in a low growl. “The one woman I won’t use a fucking condom with. There will be no barrier when your sweet cunt is suffocating my cock.”

Fuck me. His statement really shouldn’t have sent a hot thrill through me. He was being overly possessive—again. His need for control was driving me insane. Yet, his dirty words had my pussy throbbing. His eyes remained on mine for another second, and I realized he was giving me a chance to stop this.

Unease had my pulse thrashing. While it had never been simple between Damian and I, adding sex was only going to make it messier. But right now? I couldn’t find it in myself to care.

When I stayed silent, he shot me a heated smirk, lifting me slightly higher in his hold. I sucked in a breath when the tip of his cock nudged my entrance before he pushed inside me. My legs tightened around his waist, but he had no issue holding me against the wall.

Oh, shit. Biting my tongue, I struggled to stay quiet when he plunged into me. This shouldn’t feel so damn good. When we’dgotten engaged, I’d thought about sleeping with him on several occasions. Even back then, I had a feeling he wouldn’t be a disappointment.

I was fucking right.

“Fuck,” he grunted out, sliding out before slowly filling me again. “You feel so damn good.”

His next thrust was harder, and I moaned, closing my eyes, burying my face into the crook of his neck. He slammed into me again and again in a rhythm that had my body writhing as pleasure began to build again. I shook my heels off, letting them clatter to the hardwood. My breaths came out ragged, ecstasy already washing over me.

My fucking husband was going to ruin all other men for me.

His next words had my stomach flipping.

“Kiss me.”

CHAPTER 27

talie

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