Page 3 of His Wife

“What does it matter?”

“It matters to me.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He reaches around my waist, sliding his fingers between my legs, finding my clit, causing me to gasp and arch my back. “You don’t give a fuck who it is, as long they watch us fuck. That’s all that matters to you, isn’t it?”

I glance to the side at Alexius’ parted lips before meeting his fiery blue gaze, instantly lost in their depths, willingly drowning. My hunger for him doubles, and I’m an aching, starving mess for him. Just him. Always him. He’s right. It doesn’t matter who watches us, who witnesses us come undone, our bodies twisted together. All that matters is us. This. The way we feed each other’s most wicked desires.

Pressing harder against my clit, Alexius pulls me tighter against him, driving into me with one relentless thrust after the other, and each time his cock reaches the deepest part of me, a moan tears from my body.

He grabs my jaw with his other hand, forcing my head back, our parted lips touching. We don’t have the strength or the control to kiss. All we’re capable of is fueling our bodies forward toward a rapture that’s become our addiction.

I’m cocooned between him and the window, his fingers biting painfully into my jaw. But I like it. I relish the sting of pain as it feeds the darkness that would detonate at any moment.

“You better come,” he demands. “If I come before you do, I’ll pull my cock out of you and leave you aching until morning.”

His poison-laced threat is the last push I need, and my body convulses as my climax rips from my pussy to my spine. I’m still caught in the electric current of euphoria when I feel him come, his cock jerking as he fills me.

“Jesus. Fuck,” he curses, burying his face in the crook of my neck, and I go limp against him, wincing as his cock slips out of me, followed by his cum dripping down my inner thighs.

I can’t move, utterly spent and thoroughly fucked, when he presses his lips against my spine before draping his shirt over my naked shoulders. “I won’t be back in time for dinner,” he says before walking away.

ChapterTwo

ALEXIUS

Iglance up at her bedroom window, and there she is, staring down at me from the second floor. A vision of mystery and beauty trapped inside the walls of my world. Even from a distance, I can see the confusion painted on her beautiful face as she watches me leave. I’ve been around less than usual, distracted with this fucking mess some sadistic church fucker has been leaving on our goddamn front porch. Knowing Leandra, her mind is probably working overtime, the wheels turning in the direction of my absence being because of her, because of what’s happening between us. She might think I’m trying to get away from her, but that idea is crushed every time I come home and fuck her until sunrise. All I want to do is lose myself in her. Forget about the war raging on the outside of these walls. With her, the weight of being the firstborn Del Rossa seems lighter—like it’s no longer crushing me. I hate it. I hate that I look forward to the next time I’m able to touch her, kiss her, to justbewith her. I’m constantly distracted thinking about her, wanting nothing more than to let everything I’ve worked for all these years go up in smoke around me so I can do nothing else but be with her. To just be a man who wants to make his wife come, scream his name, and witness her drown in pleasure while his heart is consumed by her.

She’s a distraction, one I don’t need nor want. But one I refuse to get rid of.

One giant clusterfuck of a contradiction—that’s what my life feels like ever since I fucked her in that damn boutique. I should burn that fucking place to the ground.Or turn it into a goddamn shrine.

The engine of my Maserati roars to life as I turn the ignition. I glance up at her through my windshield one more time, and she drops the curtain. I feel a pang of…something, aware of the divide between us that’s always been there, but lately, I forced myself to ignore it because my need to own every last drop of her essence is much stronger.

It’s been weeks since our wedding, and we still live in separate bedrooms even though we only fuck in mine. Countless times I’ve told her to move her things into my room, but she’s been reluctant. Hesitant. Guarded. And I fucking hate it. I want her in my bed where I can touch her whenever I want and lose myself inside her when the clock strikes midnight. But she’s not ready, I know that. But I’m too selfish to give a fuck, yet I care enough to not force her.

My wife. My contradiction.

Fog hovers over the city, early morning sunrays tearing through the mist. The streets are starting to come alive with traffic and crowds of people clutching their coats, everyone rushing to go make a buck only to hurry straight back home after because they're exhausted from chasing wealth. Tomorrow morning, rinse and repeat.

Luckily, I’m early enough to miss the peak, and it doesn’t take me long before I park at the back entrance of Myth. Caelian is standing outside smoking, the collar of his black coat lifted to ward off the cold.

Nicoli pulls up next to me with his red Ferrari and straightens his tie as he gets out, eyeing me as I close my door. “You’re late.”

“So are you.”

“I was distracted.” He slips his hands in his pants pockets, a hint of a smirk settling in the corners of his mouth. “By something that demanded my attention in our mother’s garden, where she takes her morning walks...every day.”

I grin. “And I was distracted by my wife’s needy pussy, not giving a fuck about who walks where.”

His blue eyes flash suggestively. “Something tells me you still have your dick up the ass of the horny honeymoon phase.”

“You jealous?”

“Have you seen your wife? Of course, I’m fucking jealous. Everyone with a dick is jealous.”

“Yeah, well, they should keep their dicks in their pants unless they want to choke on it.” A subtle reminder that I won’t be sharing my wife with anyone. Not again.

Nicoli grabs my arm as I start toward the entrance, pulling me back. “Don’t fuck it up.”

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