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Lust shone in his eyes, harsh and out of control. He pinched again and I gasped, the sensation and rhythm overwhelming and savage. He was working me like we’d done this a million times.
He rammed his fingers a few more times, the heel of his palm slapping against my clit with every move and it took no time for stars to burst behind my eyelids.
My back pushed off the mattress, meeting his fingers on my nipples and inside me. He curled them, and a scream tore from my lips as the ecstasy hit me from all directions.
“Ahhh… I’m… I’m…ahhh.”
I raised my hips, riding the wave. Riding his hand. It felt like dying and going to heaven. Sheer pleasure racked my body, tearing me apart only to put me back together.
Christian wrenched his fingers from me and placed them at my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
My eyes widened in confusion or shock, I wasn’t sure, but I had no time to contemplate because he pushed them between my lips.
“Mmm…” I lapped at his fingers, my face burning and my thighs clenching. The orgasm vanished, but a new one rose tothe surface under my husband’s penetrating eyes as I continued to slowly lick his fingers, curling my tongue around them.
“Such a good wife,” he praised, heat flaring in his eyes.
I released them with a pop, a line of saliva sticking to them.
Then I watched with utter bewilderment as he walked out, leaving me sated and sprawled on the bed.
All alone.
Chapter Forty-Four
IVY
My phone rang in my hand, and Wynter’s name popped up on the screen. I hesitated. She was my confidant, my best friend, but she was Christian’s sister first and my friend second. After all, blood was thicker than water, and it made me leery about confiding in her.
Juliette would regularly be my go-to, but we’d barely mended our bond and I wasn’t ready to resume as if nothing happened.
It was spiteful and unhealthy, but I had to do things my way.
“Wynter,” I answered as I moved from my walk-in closet into the bedroom.
The glass doors to the balcony were open, so I moved through them to the fresh grass-scent air of the back garden. I had been sleeping in the manor’s master bedroom because Christian didn’t sleep in it, even though all his personal belongings were in this room.
Probably why he caught me red-handed last night. My cheeks heated at the memory, and a deep, deprived part of me wanted an encore. Except Christian was nowhere to be found.
It was for the best, I told myself.
“Hey, I wanted to check how you’re doing,” Wynter said warmly. “I heard my brother… umm… took you to Ireland.”
Translation: I heard my brother kidnapped you again.
I bit my lip as I took a seat in a cushioned chair. The air was brisk this early in the morning, and wearing only my wool socks, shorts, and a crew-neck top, I pulled the knitted afghan off the vacant chair and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“Well, you heard right.”
“So you’re okay? You’re not mad at him? Us?” She sounded deeply morose about the idea, which surprised me. To my knowledge, Christian was the only one who’d had a hand in my kidnaping.
“I don’t know,” I answered truthfully.
“I really thought when we helped him break your engagement to Aiden that it was for the best. But we didn’t help him this time, I promise.”
Surprise flared in me as I chewed my lower lip.
“I didn’t know you helped him the first time.”
