Page 71 of Merciless Sinner

“Yes, we do.” With a sly grin, he surprises me by scooping me up and carrying me. “Things change tonight,wife. No more playing.”

Hearing him call me wife again sends a bolt of heat straight to my core. He amplifies the feeling when he kisses the side of my neck, making my traitorous body crave more.

“You’re not going to resist me tonight, or act like you don’t enjoy me.”

“What if I don’t?” I challenge.

“We both know that’s a lie.” A devilish smile lights up his handsome face that has that God of War vibe again in the moonlight.

We continue to the car and get in, then we’re off on the journey home.

Tonight, we’re in a Maybach. The other day, it was a Bugatti when we went to see Dr. Belmont. I haven’t seen the full range of Virgo’s cars yet, but I’m aware he owns several luxury and fast cars. Eden told me it’s something he’s into.

But this is only the second time Virgo has driven me anywhere. I’m always with his drivers or guards, or both.

We reach home in record time, barely taking half an hour for a journey that should have been roughly an hour.

The moment we get inside the house, the predatory look of seduction returns to my husband’s face.

My husband.

That’s the first time I’ve thought of him as such, even though he’s been calling me wife.

We moved so fast since Monte Carlo. The short space of time that has passed is almost unbelievable, yet so much has happened it feels like a century.

“Upstairs,now.” Virgo nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and guides me up to the bedroom he christened ours.

We walk in, and he turns me to face him.

He takes a step back to observe me, and I wonder what he sees and craves. Me? Or the other Olivia?

When he calls me his wife, is he thinking of me, the broken woman standing before him?

Or her?

Has the fantasy of having his girlfriend back blinded his mind so much that he’s blind to what’s in front of him?

Can’t he see that although I may wear her face, look like her, and sound like her, I don’t measure up?

There’s no comparison between her and me. I’m like the angel who flew too close to the sun and got burned so badly, there’s nothing left of my wings.

Yet… the look the beautiful Russian god is giving me would make me almost believe he thinks I’m everything. The most important thing in his world.

He comes back to me, closing the space between us, and cups my face.

“I’ve waited for so long for this day,” he mutters.

“But I’m different.” My voice is a little higher than a whisper, revealing the angst I feel stirring inside me.

Virgo shakes his head. “No. Not at all.”

He moves in to give me a hungry kiss me, igniting my senses with fire.

He pulls me closer, and I feel his cock, thick, heavy, and hard between us.

Feeling him and tasting his desire for me switches off my worries and awakens the desire I’ve been trying so hard to control, so I kiss him back with the same intensity, and it’s clear, oh so clear, that I want him, too. I can’t even try to resist or hide it.

Lord knows I’ve tried not to want him. I even tried to escape him, but every time, I fail and think I would have always failed, because the part of me that wants him won’t allow me to win. Now I can think of nothing but what he’ll feel like inside me.

---