Page 106 of Captivated By Danger

“You wouldn’t need to fuck anyone else.”

“Excuse me?”

“You would still get fucked, Ms. Greysen, I would just fuck other women too.”

She stood up slowly, glaring down at me. “You arrogant mothafucka. Are you hearing yourself right now? It doesn’t matter if you are fucking me, it’s the principle of you fucking another woman, while we are married, but I wouldn’t be able to fuck another man. And I know you know and understand what I mean, you just trying to piss me off, so you can lock me up again.”

“I never said I misunderstood, Ms. Greysen. I understand perfectly fine. We just don’t share the same views on marriage and that will be okay too. Luckily, you and I aren’t getting married.”

I followed her line of sight to her glass of water.

“I can bet you everything in my portfolio that you won’t do it.”

“Whoever is crazy enough to marry you, I am going to harass her and tell her that you’re cheating on her and she should run far away from you while she still has some dignity.”

“Just because your marriage didn’t work out, why would you want to ruin mine?”

“We were talking about a hypothetical marriage, and you bring my real marriage in it! Fuck you, Diesel!”

She was so quick with the glass that I missed her hand movement and she dashed me with the water. That shit was cold enough to make me take a deep breath. Slowly, I swiped the water down my face, and she stood there, glaring down at me, chest heaving, nipples poking through her fucking shirt. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Standing, I gripped her neck, and walked her back to the wall, purposely bumping her back. She stared up at me with lust in her eyes. Releasing her neck, I twisted my hand up in her hair. She gasped when I yanked her head back.

“Why do you keep provoking me, Ms. Greysen?” I asked.

She didn’t respond.

I yanked her head back again. “Answer me.”

She swallowed.

“You like when I’m like this, don’t you?”

She started to blush.

“No, no I don’t,” she choked out.

“Stop fucking lying, slut.”

She blinked slow and swallowed again.

“Stick your hand in your shorts.”

She slowly moved her hand toward the rim of her shorts. I yanked her head back.

“Don’t piss me off, Ms. Greysen,” I growled.

She stuck her hand in her shorts.

“Now, what?”

“Rub your pussy and then show me your fingers.”

After rubbing her pussy for a few seconds, she pulled her hand from her shorts and held her super moist fingers up in my face.

“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I thought,” I said before catching her fingers in my mouth and sucking her juices off.

“You’re disgusting,” she whispered.

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