Page 59 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

When she was done, she turned the shower off and stepped out. Water droplets scattered across her pale skin. Fuck. Avery was such a goddess to me. So beautiful.

“Pick up that towel and wrap it around you, then you’re coming into the bedroom and drying your hair. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

She picked up one of the towels from the rack, dried herself so she was no longer dripping and wrapped it around her slim frame. I’d been making sure she ate so she hadn’t lost any weight. I doubt she would’ve taken care of herself without me.

She followed me into the bedroom and sat in front of the mirror with her hairdryer and brush. She methodically dried her hair. I sat on the bed, waiting patiently until she was finished. She set her brush down and turned to look at me.

“Come here.”

She stood up, placed the towel over the mirror and walked over before dropping to her knees in front of me.

“You’ve been a good girl for me so far, princess.”

Her eyes tracked my hand as I reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. She leant into my touch.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I asked her.

Her doe eyes met mine.

“Yes, please,” she whispered.

I retracted my hand. I watched her expression. Her eyes burnt with longing.

“You have to earn that. Show me how much you want it.”

She hesitated, looking up at me with wide eyes. Fuck. I really didn’t want to push her, but she needed to snap out of this shit. This was the only thing which had worked so far. I’d got her to do things for herself and talk to me. It was progress even if this felt painfully slow.

I leant my arms back on the bed, waiting to see what she’d do. Whether she’d cave in on herself or fight her way back to who she really was deep inside.

“You’re testing my patience, Avery. Earn my touch. Do you want to go back to the chair in the living room and forget we’re husband and wife? Forget you belong to me and that you should obey me. Because you can. If that’s what you really want, you can go back there and hide away again. But if you want this, if you truly want me, you’ll stay here and prove it to me. You’ll come back to me so I can help you through this. So we can move past this.”

My words seemed to cut through whatever it was holding her back. She reached out, her hands running up my thighs as she crawled between my legs. Her hands moved higher before her fingers found their way to the bottom of my t-shirt. I let her pull it off me. Her fingers trailed down my chest, causing me to stifle a groan. Fuck me. Having her touch me was wonderfully torturous after two and a half weeks of her indifference.

She unbuckled my belt, unzipping my fly and tugged at my jeans. I moved to allow her to take them off. She tentatively reached out and ran her hand across my cock. I couldn’t hold back a groan then. Perhaps it spurred her on because she insisted on removing my boxers without preamble and wrapped her hand around my cock.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, looking up at me with those fucking beautiful hazel doe eyes of hers. “You’ve put up with so much from me.”

Without letting me respond, she circled the head of my cock with her tongue. Fuck. Avery was the sweetest damn fucking girl in the world. Her mouth was heaven as she wrapped it around me.

“That’s it, princess,” I grunted. “Fuck.”

I shifted off my hands, curling one into her hair and holding the back of her neck. I needed to touch her. I gently massaged my fingers into her scalp. She needed to set the pace. I wasn’t going to force anything on her.

Her fingers dug into my thigh as she bobbed up and down, setting a slow, drawn out pace. Neither of us were in a hurry. I certainly didn’t want to blow my load too fast down her throat. No, I wanted to savour every moment because I was fucking terrified she’d retreat into herself again.

Pulling away, she stared up at me.

“Aiden, please touch me.”

She looked so fucking lost. I couldn’t deny her it any longer. I put my hand out to her.

“Come here then.”

I shifted back slightly and she crawled into my lap. I held her to my chest and stroked her back. She rested her head on my shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as she curled her hands around my sides.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

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