Page 82 of Vow to Hate You

Her words were lost when I pushed her thong to the side, slipping a finger inside her. I grinned when her eyelids fluttered, loving how easily she fell apart at my touch. My cock swelled painfully against the fucking cage, but I kept my focus solely on her pleasure.

“Why?” I pressed, rubbing my thumb over her clit.

“Because,” she breathed out, “being married to you isn’t the worst thing in this world, Damian.”

I chuckled even when my gut churned. We were both aware her father would want her to remarry a man of his choosing if she ever divorced me. Leaving me with the plaguing question of whether she kept my secret only because of that or if she was possibly warming up to me.

“Even with you torturing me with this cage, I still think you deserve an orgasm,” I murmured, continuing my slow strokes with my thumb. “For keeping your husband’s dirty secret.”

“This changes nothing,” she forced out. “Our marriage?—”

“Stop,” I growled. “Don’t say anything you’re going to regret, or I’ll tease this out.”

Defiance lit up her eyes, but she kept her lips pressed together as I plunged my finger back into her.

“What are you doing?”

The stunned voice came from behind me, and Talie quickly pushed my hand away from her before sliding off the counter, making sure her dress was covering everything. I clenched my teeth, spinning around to see a lady with her hand covering her mouth.Well, shit. I recognized her as one of our associate’s wives.

“This is a public restroom,” she sputtered out, her eyes landing on me. “For women.”

Knowing my father was going to hear about this either way, I didn’t utter an apology. “I needed a moment with my wife. We’ll get out of your way.”

She frowned. “Your generation has no respect. This is unacceptable.”

“It won’t happen again,” Talie promised. “I’m sorry?—”

“We have a lovely church group I think you need to attend,” she interrupted, her gaze going back to Talie. “All of us wives go every Monday night. I’ll give your father the information.”

“No, thank you,” Talie replied tightly. “My Mondays are already booked.”

She eyed us both with disapproval before spinning around to storm out of the restroom. Talie let out a groan, sulking past me as she moved toward the door.

“Great,” she grumbled. “You know she’s going to tell her husband, who is going to be more than happy to inform my dad.”

I chased after her, letting out a spew of curses when the movements reminded me of the cage locked on my cock. My palm hit the door right when she opened it, and I slammed it shut again.

“What are you doing?” she snapped, whirling around to face me. “I don’t need anyone else walking in on us.”

Keeping my hand on the smooth wood, I dropped my head, kissing her throat as I kept her pressed against the door.

“No one can get in if I keep you right here.” I nipped at her ear. “Her question made me realize something.”

“And what’s that?”

“It’s clear we both plan on staying in this marriage.” My words had her hand landing on my chest as she pushed me away enough to meet my eyes. “I need to learn everything about you.”

She scoffed. “We grew up together. You already know I don’t go to church. I never did.”

“I want to knowit all,” I tossed back. “That could have changed in five years. For all I know, you were away at a convent.”

A laugh escaped her. “Convent? No. I have enough men trying to tell me what to do in my life. Every church I’ve been to dictates that a man is in charge. Head of their family. What religion do you know where a woman is at least equal? Where she has as much say as her man?”

With a wicked grin, I dropped to my knees before raising my eyes to meet her surprised ones. “Mine. Now, stay still while I worshipmywoman.”

She didn’t move a muscle as I slid her thong down her thighs. I helped lift her leg, tugging them off her, and then placed her leg over my shoulder before grabbing her hips to help keep her steady. I kissed the inside of her thigh as she tangled her fingers in my hair.

I inhaled a deep breath, her scent making me want to take her right here. Until my hardening cock called my attention back to the damn cage. But that torment was well worth tasting her again. I readjusted on my knees before sliding my tongue over her clit.

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