Page 2 of His Wife

“Nothing but the fact that my cock wants into you.”

As if I can see him, I turn my head halfway, only to have him grab my jaw and force my face toward him, pressing his mouth to mine and spearing his tongue past my lips, feeding me his taste, his need, his intentions.

A whimper forces out of my lungs when his hand reaches down my stomach, cupping my sex, and I rock on my feet, almost losing my balance.

Breaking our kiss, his lips brush along the shell of my ear. “There is something about you that makes me forget about a life outside these walls.” He inserts a finger in my pussy, and my lips part. “I can walk through my bedroom door feeling like the whole world is closing in on me, lay a single fucking glance on you, and everything disappears, fading to nothing compared to the ache of wanting to bury my cock deep into this wet cunt of yours. Why is that? Why do I continue to want to lose myself in you?” His voice dips low, a tinge of resentment resounding off every syllable. “I only wanted a wife in you, Leandra. Not a goddamn distraction.”

“I guess we both got more than we bargained for, didn’t we?”

I feel his lips curve against my neck. “I suppose we did.”

A second finger slips inside me, his arm snaking around my shoulder rigid as he reaches down farther. “Let’s see if you can keep your balance while I make you come like this.”

His thumb finds my clit, and I loll my head to the side. My legs shiver, and my body coils tight around his fingers, every stroke bringing me closer to pleasure.

“Alexius,” I moan.

“I’ll make it easy for you this time.” The second he bites down on my shoulder, my orgasm crests, every muscle shuddering from the pleasure he so expertly forces into me.

“Get up,” he orders, pulling his hand from my sex without giving me a moment to come down from the high, grabbing my shoulders and hoisting me to my feet. I can barely stand, my heart beating wildly with every heavy breath.

The blindfold is yanked off, and light hits my eyes. I blink rapidly, my sight adjusting to the light in the room while Alexius unties my hands. Lust ripples from him in torrid waves that infect the air, making it hard to breathe. Alexius isn’t a gentle lover; his touch and claiming of my body are always possessive and dominant. Sometimes cruel, yet always exactly the way I want it.

But it feels different now. He’s different. Angry. A brutal man with a savage touch that both hurts and ignites.

With irate steps and brutal fingers, he forces me toward the draped curtains before jerking them to the side, the hues of early sunset slicing through the window.

“Alexius, what are you doing?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question.”

With a palm against my back, he pushes me up against the glass, my nipples hardening from the cold, a stark contradiction from the heat that scalds my flesh as he presses his hard chest against my back. “I’m going to fuck you against this window.”

“Someone might see us.”

“We can hope. I don’t care who sees me fucking you, Leandra. In fact, I want the whole goddamn world to see so everyone can know who you belong to.”

I glance down from the second floor at the garden and its clear cobbled pathway. Someone can walk across at any moment, look up and see us. See me, my naked body pressed against the glass while Alexius fucks me from behind.

The thought thrills me, excitement tearing at my insides as I imagine one of his brothers standing there, watching us. I still wonder which one he shared me with, whose tongue lapped at my pussy, whose cock I gagged on.

Alexius lines up his cock and pushes it inside me. A warm breath leaves my lips and mists the window just as he fists my hair, flexing his hips before pounding back into me, causing me to moan out loud.

“That’s my stray,” he murmurs into my hair. “Let me hear you.”

His hands fall to my hips, and he grinds into me, his cock hitting me deep. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t close my eyes. I’m staring at the path that leads through the rows of roses—some still blooming even though it’s late autumn, and most greens have turned to the rustic shades of fall. There’s this sordid part of me that wants someone to appear there—to have eyes on me, on us.

Alexius buries himself to the hilt inside my aching pussy, thrusting so hard my feet lift off the ground. I’m helpless against the onslaught—against the pleasure he fucks into me, his cock hitting that perfect spot that sends shivers to every corner of my body, making my toes curl and my breath catch in my throat.

Every thrust is hard and unyielding, his hips slamming against my ass. He’d probably tear me apart if my body weren’t accustomed to him.

There’s a flash of a dark figure that appears across the garden, and my heart hiccups inside my chest as I narrow my eyes. My breasts slip up and down the glass as Alexius continues to fuck me.

I can’t see who it is walking in the distance, and my pulse races with anticipation just as he looks up. There’s no telling whether it’s Nicoli or Caelian. I know it’s not Isaia because this person is wearing a suit.

Alexius looks over my shoulder and nudges me with his chin. “Show him what you look like when you come.”

“Who is that?”

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