Page 32 of Bloody Vows
I don’t know how she manages it, but before I can move, she grabs a crystal jewelry tray from the side table, and throws it at me. It’s close enough that it doesn’t hurt, much, but the heavy object glances off of my shoulder, tumbling harmlessly to the ground.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” she hisses, baring her teeth at me, and my cock twitches, rapidly hardening as I look down at my spitfire of a wife.
“Are you sure?” I smirk down at her. “Don’t you want to cuddle, after?”
“Fuck you!” She shoves at my chest, hard, and this time I let her go, half-hard as I watch her scramble naked out of the bed. “I’m leaving,” she snaps, grabbing the puddle of silk that was her wedding dress and yanking it up around her naked body. “I’m going back to my room. Fucking try to stop me, Tristan O’Malley.”
I shrug, and I enjoy seeing just how much that nonchalance seems to piss her off even more. “Go ahead,” I tell her lazily. “I got what I wanted, like you said. But I’ll see you in the morning,célie. I wake up hard, after all, and I’ll want to come in my wife’s pussy before I start my day.”
“Fuck you,” she spits again, and I chuckle.
“Is that a promise?”
She huffs, looking around for something to throw at me again, and then spins on her heel, clutching her dress to her chest as she flings open the door and bolts out of the bedroom, slamming it behind her.
I watch her go and then flop back down onto the bed. It smells like her… like us, like sweat and sex and her perfume. I could have made her stay, could have forced her to sleep next to me, but after a long day and fucking her twice, I’m exhausted.
Better a good night’s sleep, I think, so that I can enjoy whatever tomorrow brings.
But as I lie there, waiting to fall asleep, I almost wish I’d made her stay. The bed feels oddly empty without her there, though she didn’t want to be and might have tried to stab me in my sleep, for all I know. I’d liked the idea of having her next to me in the morning, and the victory of claiming her feels strangely hollow now that she’s left.
You’re just tired,I tell myself, closing my eyes. Tired and overly stressed from a long day, despite the exquisite release at the end of it. I’ll be glad to wake up peacefully in the morning, and then…
When I do wake up, the sunlight streaming through the windows as I blink awake, I’m as hard as I knew I would be, aching to bury myself inside of her again. I stretch, looking down at the tented sheet, and throw it aside, a smile on my lips as I reach for a robe and head for the door, intending on going to see my wife.
She might have thought I was bluffing last night when I told her I’d come find her in the morning.
If so, she’s about to find out just how very wrong that is.
10
TRISTAN
Last night I let her retreat, but this morning, in the light of day and with my cock aching, I regret it more than I did when I went to bed last night.
I was looking forward to waking up this morning, rolling over, and burying myself in her. I shouldn’t have given her that inch, I think as I stalk down the hallway toward her room. Herformerroom. Now she’s going to take the whole mile, I’m sure, use that momentary lapse as a sign of my weakness and exploit it for all she’s worth.
The thought pisses me off… and makes me harder than I already was a moment ago.
I don’t understand what it is that she does to me. I’ve never been one to enjoy particularly combative women. I’m bored of the ones who fall all over me, that’s true, tired of obsequious begging. But I’ve never had a woman fight me like Simone.
Maybe that’s why it’s so arousing.
I stop in front of her door, pausing for a moment to listen. It’s quiet, which means she might still be sleeping.Fine. I’ll wake her up.
I reach for the doorknob… and find that it’s locked.
An irrational anger sweeps through me, and I twist the knob again, as if I might have imagined it. When it doesn’t give, I knock on the door, hard.
There’s defiance, and then there’s this. Simone is going to learn just how far she can push me.
I’m sure there’s a master key somewhere. But I’m in no mood to go hunting for it, in just my bathrobe and with my cock aching to be inside my wife. She put a locked door between us, and she’s going to open it up, or so help me…
“Simone!” I growl her name, banging on the door again. “Open the door.”
Nothing. My jaw tightens. “Simone!” Another hard knock. “There are no locked doors for you in this house,célie. And if I find out you’ve disobeyed me…”
I slam my fist against the door again, and finally, I hear the sound of the lock turning. I step back just in time to see Simone open the door, still dressed in her nightgown, her thick dark hair loose around her shoulders.
