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“Just tell me if it’s something bad.”
“Depends on how twisted you are.”
“Imagine I’m as twisted as you.”
He smirks and shakes his head. His thumb brushes my lips. “You’re not even close.”
“Just tell me.”
“No, feather.” He leans in and lightly kisses me. A tingle runs down my spine. I’m annoyed with him, but I’m also still buzzing from that incredible sex. “Take my deal.”
“Doesn’t seem that good for me.”
“Either that or I’ll throw away all your furniture and burn everything inside.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Want to find out?”
I push him back, glaring. “That’s not how a marriage is supposed to work.”
“You’re not married to a normal man.”
I grit my jaw, frustration getting the best of me, and finally nod once. “Fine. But you’re going to pay for this.”
“How’s that?”
“My new women’s shelter suddenly needs an even larger cash infusion,” I say very sweetly, smiling at him.
He frowns, head tilting to the side. “How much?”
“Seven figures should be fine.” I get on my toes and kiss him lightly. “Maybe eight.”
Chapter 24
Cormac
Idrive Bianca to work the next day, feeling strangely triumphant. She dropped the whole bed issue and slept with me last night, though she did turn her back the second the lights were out and pretended like I didn’t exist.
Still, small victories.
I park near her building. She looks a little annoyed when I get out of the car and follow her. “Aren’t you dropping me off?”
“Not today. I thought I’d check in and see how the business is going.”
Her eyebrows raise. “Is that something you’re going to do?”
“Only when you’re in the office.”
I can tell that annoys her. I secretly enjoy it, though. I don’t know why I want to piss my wife off, but it’s becoming like a game. I want to see how much I can make her feel. How frustrated I can make her. And when she’s finally ready to rip me to shreds, I want to tear into her sweet pussy and fill her to the brim.
I shouldn’t have let myself cross that line. Now that I’ve gotten a taste, I don’t know when I’m going to be able to stop needing more. Watching her walk into the lobby of her building in those heels and those tight pants makes my fucking dick harden, and it’s not like she’s even wearing something particularly sexy.
It’s justher. The way she walks. The way she talks and smells.
I was afraid that marrying her would ruin everything. She’s my feather and my saint. She’s the anchor keeping me from sinking into real darkness. I’ve been terrified that I’d somehow ruin everything.
Instead, the longer we’re together, the more I get to taste her, the more obsessed I’ve become.
