Page 30 of Dangerous Desires

“You want it?”

Birgitta glanced away, ashamed of herself. She was standing naked before a man that wasn’t her husband. What was worse, it feltright. It should have been wrong, disgusting, but it wasn’t.

There was nothing else for her to do but continue washing. With the foam and suds in her hands, she began wiping her body down. There was no way she was going to continue masturbating, not with Malik watching, but she was going to wash.

His eyes stayed focused on her hands, following them as they drifted up and down her body. Having him there, watching her, gave her a different kind of thrill. She twisted and turned her body, trying to make it look as sexy as possible.

Tensing her thighs, her abs, her arms. Making sure all of it was positioned perfectly, contorting to show off her best angles. Malik drank it all up. His eyes never moved from the sight of her. That only boosted Birgitta’s confidence, especially since his erection didn’t wane. Keeping his interest felt like an accomplishment, something to be proud of.

Birgitta eventually finished washing, her body squeaky clean and fresh. She dried herself in front of Malik, bending over in front of him to show off her ass, but she refused to let him touch her. She wasn’t quite ready to cross that line.

There was no denying that she was dancing very close to it, but she didn’t care. As soon as that line was crossed, she knew her marriage would be over. It held her back. It didn’t matter, though. Malik seemed happy enough to watch her.

When Birgitta was dressed and moved to leave the bathroom, Malik’s hand clamped down on her wrist. Startled, she looked up to him, feeling a shock of fear running through her veins, turning them cold as ice.

“I will have you,” he muttered.

Electric shivers rolled through Birgitta’s body. She tried not to let her excitement reach her face but she knew she’d failed when Malik smiled crookedly. The only thing Birgitta could do was shake off his hand and storm out of the bathroom, starting her long and very dull day.

Chapter twelve

My hand in your pants

Thehousewasfilledwith the sounds of cutlery scraping against fine china. The air was filled with tension, making the meal uncomfortable. Birgitta had already had two glasses of wine, and she was sure she was going to have more by the time the evening was over.

Kent was sitting beside her, silently staring down at his plate as he ate. Their daughter, Julia, was sitting opposite him. She shook her head every now and again, clearly displeased with something. Malik was sitting next to Julia, opposite Birgitta. He was the only one willing to look up from his plate, a smug smile planted on his lips.

He leaned back in his seat, his knife and fork still in his hands, and looked Birgitta up and down. He wasn’t subtle about his advances, not anymore. Birgitta kept her eyes down, hoping that her family wouldn’t notice the fact that she was on the brink of having an illicit affair.

“I need more wine,” Malik said, his thick lips moving as he spoke.

Birgitta instantly kicked out her chair and rose from the table, ready to serve him.

“Mama,” Julia sighed. “If he needs wine, he can get it himself.”

Malik’s brown eyes darted to Julia’s face; his expression thunderous.

“What?” Julia asked, chortling. “You’re a grown man, you can get your own wine. Or, do your legs not work?”

“Julia!” Birgitta barked.

She moved to the counters on the other side of the room, where the open bottle of wine had been placed. Birgitta grabbed it and brought it over to the table. Before she even removed the cork, Kent looked up at her with a stern look in his eyes.

“Gitta,” he sighed, “don’t do this.”

“He’s a big boy,” Julia interrupted.

Birgitta ignored them and poured Malik a glass of wine. She could feel her family staring at her, their eyes boring holes into her body. There was nothing she could say to sway them. Serving someone was against everything they’d ever known as Swedes. A grown adult was expected to do things themselves and when Birgitta doted on Malik, it grated on them.

She wasn’t going to stop it, though. This is what Malik expected of her and she was helpless to deny him. She’d always been a strong, independent woman but when it came to Malik, all bets were off. Somehow he managed to worm his way inside her mind and found a way to get her to do what he wanted.

Birgitta left the bottle of wine in the middle of the table and sat back in her seat. Kent shifted as she sat beside him and Julia returned to shaking her head.

The thing that upset Birgitta the most was that her family was so intolerant to someone that she was clearly fond of. If she didn’t mind doing it, why did they care?

They ate their dinner in silence, barely looking at one another. Birgitta couldn’t help but think she’d ruined this. Kent had asked Julia around so all four of them could get to know one another. So far, it wasn’t going so well. Whatever Birgitta did, she was in the wrong. None of her family seemed to be overly enthusiastic about getting to know Malik. It was as if they knew what he was up to, what he was plotting to do . . .

At the end of the meal, Malik took the bottle of wine in with him to the living room, leaving the dirty plates behind. Julia rose from her seat, muttering beneath her breath as she brought her plate to the sink. Kent did the same, only he paused to stare between Birgitta and Julia.

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