Page 11 of His Wife

After brushing my teeth, pinching my cheeks to get some blood running to the surface and, roughing my fingers through my hair, I lean against the bathroom’s doorframe, crossing my arms.

Alexius is propped up against the headboard, the sheet low around his waist, teasing me with the toned ridges of his defined abs, and I get a glimpse of the prominent V I’ve traced with my tongue so many times. Staring at his DS ring, he absentmindedly twirls it around his finger, seemingly deep in thought.

“Are you thinking about the party tonight?” I ask, strolling back to bed.

“Among other things.”

“Mira’s done a great job organizing everything.”

He looks up and grabs my waist, pulling me down on the bed next to him. “So have you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you helping Mira plan this party.” He touches my chin with a gentle finger. “Thank you for that.”

“Don’t thank me. I want to help.” I shrug. “The days drag in this place when I’m alone with nothing to do.”

A sly grin tugs at the ends of his full lips. “You can always find something to do.” He inches closer, his gaze fixed on my lips. “I can show you.”

My whole body shivers, nervous anticipation rushing through me as he leans in. I’m frozen, breathless, his lips so close to mine. The way my insides ignite and quiver, one would think I’m two seconds away from experiencing my first kiss.

I squeeze my thighs together with desire, too scared to breathe because I don’t want to wreck this perfect moment.

His warm breath caresses my skin, his scent chaining me down further. I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until I exhale softly as he moves closer, his lips grazing mine, the tip of his tongue flicking out. Blue eyes keep my gaze captive as he closes the gap between us. They’re watching me burn and yearn for him, desire seeping from my pores.

I’m silent. Still. Meanwhile, on the inside, I’m raging, screaming at him to kiss me. And when he does, I’m nothing but liquid desire, his lips soft, smooth, and supple, and his kiss gentle. The fire in my belly, the heat between my legs, the tingle of desire, it’s all there in one giant sphere of excitement that’s lodged in my throat, making it impossible to breathe right. The way he grips my waist, his body melding to mine as he pulls me closer—I’m enthralled and possessed, time wholly forgotten.

It’s when he winds another arm around my waist, wanting to pull me on top of him, that I press my hands against his hard chest. “We can’t.”

“Like fuck we can’t.” He grabs my wrist and places my hand on his naked, hard cock, wrapping his fingers around mine so I close my palm around his length.

A desire-choked moan slips from my mouth, and I exhale with a waft of air. “I really can’t. Mira is—”

“I really don’t give a fuck.” His hand slithers up my thigh, fingers sliding through my pussy. “My dick is hard, and your cunt is wet. Let’s not waste it.”

“Alexius,” I groan. “I have to—”

“Spread your legs. That’s what you have to do.” He pushes a finger into me, his thumb brushing against my clit, and I inhale sharply. It’s torture, like I’m in my own corner of Hell as I reluctantly pull away. “I promised Mira I’d be up early to help her, and I’m already late.”

“Mira is more than capable of doing this shit on her own.”

“I know.” I shoot up to my feet, pushing my curls out of my flustered face. “But I’m trying to show everyone—”

“Show everyone what?” he demands.

I take a deep breath. “That I’m more than just the woman my husband picked up off the streets to meet his father’s demands. I want to prove to them and myself that I’m not just a pound of flesh stuck in a room or aimlessly wandering around for whenever my husband decides it’s time for me to get some attention again.”

My words come out with a bite of resentment, and I didn’t mean for it to. I’m aware he picked up on it just by the scowl on his face as he looks at me. “It’s not like that,” he murmurs.

“That’s what it’s starting to feel like to me.”

“Well, you’re wrong.”

“Am I? Mira is the only person who gives me more than the polite ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ around here. I’m a stranger in this house, Alexius. A guest whose stay is limited.”

Alexius rubs the back of his neck. “You’re more than that.”

“I don’t think so. If I had to analyze every little thing in my life right now, I’d say I’m nothing more than a woman who willingly spreads her legs for you. Your stray. And to others, I’m Alexius’s wife, the woman he was forced to marry.”

Alexius narrows his eyes, searching the room. “Where the fuck did this just come from? I swear you were right here sitting next to me, kissing me, and now you’re over there going on about shit I’m not even sure I understand.”

Talk about a one-eighty. “I didn’t mean to go there.” I place my palm on my forehead. “Maybe I’m just a little confused about what the hell is happening between us and you being hot and cold all the time.”

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