Page 128 of Endgame
Of all the ways she could’ve described her day, she chose this. No complaining or whining. No overselling it so I’d pity her and put an end to this.
It’s as if we’re having a conversation.
Was that why she waited for me here today? Not to get answers?
She wants to talk? To me?
Whatever mind games she’s playing, they have to stop.
Silence hurts. Silence cuts fucking deep.
So that’s what I give her.
The longer I’m quiet, the softer she becomes. Sadder.
Her lips curve down. A low sigh leaves her pretty mouth.
“What’s the point, anyway?” she murmurs, almost to herself. I watch in wonder as she transforms in front of me. As disappointment gives way to indignance. “I fucking suffered, okay? Great job, Everett. You did it. You traumatized me. Happy now?”
I’m anything but. I’m maddened by it.
By her.
The pressure in my cock is agonizing.
“Brat.” I yank on her hair, harder now. Tears spring to the corners of her eyes. Tears of pain. Tears of bravery. “You’re a temptation. The worst kind, Mrs. Alder. You’re getting punished for that.”
Her nostrils flare, her anger making me burn with need. “You’re the one who should be punished.”
“That mouth. I’m going to teach you a lesson.” I shake her head with my grip on her hair. “Take my cock out.”
“I hate you.”
“Don’t give a fuck.” I’m being cruel. The worst kind of man to this woman who occupies every hour of every day. “You had a question.”
She thinks I’m about to come back to her first question.
The hope in her eyes devastates me.
Me. I’m the one who’s suffering.
What the fuck.
A part of my chest caves in on itself. For the pain I’m about to inflict. For the hope I’m about to crush.
What the fuck.
Everything’s going according to plan, and I’m here, disgusted by my own fucking self.
I put the remote on the cushion beside me. “You asked me if I was happy.”
The corners of her eyes crinkle when she realizes I won’t indulge her. Her slumped shoulders are a blow to the gut. To my confidence.
“Well?” she asks eventually.
The profound sadness that’s ruining her, I can’t take anymore. I’m going to fix this, later, by unraveling her parents’ secrets.
Later. Now, I have to have her. Fuck, I need my greedy wife just as much as she seems to need me.
