Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
She’s back on the dance floor when I look up, arms raised, her body flowing to the deep beat. Various men in her orbit are watching her. Vultures circling the meat.
Breathe.
Necking my water, I walk away from the woman at the bar, blocking out the men, focusing on my wife. There’s one way to find out how over me she is.
I move in behind her, seeing her moves slow as she registers my presence. Affected. It’s the answer I need, but I don’t stop there. Pulling her back to my front, I dip, latching onto her neck, feeling my heart kick for the first time in days. Yes, it beats, but it still fucking hurts.
Her backside pushes into my groin, my dick loads, and my senses are saturated by her in every way. Doesn’t care? Then why is she positioning her head so I can get my mouth on her throat? Doesn’t care? Then why is her body vibrating with need against me? Doesn’t care? Then why the fuck is she forcing every inch of her body into mine?
Doesn’t fucking care?
Like fuck she doesn’t care. So please, for the love of God, tell me why she’s been acting like she doesn’t. Tell me why she’s left me alone for days.
I stroke down her arm to her hand and clench it, leading her off the dance floor. My wife is about to get a stark reminder that she’ll never get over me.
I go straight for the accessible toilet and get Ava inside, acknowledging Jay’s warning before I shut the door and get to the business of reminding my wife who she’s married to and how passionate he is about making sure they stay married.
I push her against the wall, studying her as she breathes heavily up at the ceiling. I smile on the inside.
Mine.
And no amount of fight from her will prove otherwise. We both know it, as well as we both know I am irrevocably hers. I take her jaw and direct her face down, my need for her starting to get the better of me, every inch of me anticipating her. I release her face, my stare telling her not to look away. She obeys, eyes on me, as I seize her wrists and push them to the wall, my face close to hers, feeling her hot breath hitting my skin as I lean into her. I take her lip between my teeth and clamp down lightly, tasting her for the first time in too long. Her whimpers are drowned out by the loud music engulfing the small space.
She tries to kiss me.
No.
I dodge her mouth and wait until she’s retreated before I put my face close to hers again, my gaze penetrating. Desperate eyes. Desperate body.
Desperate.
“Kiss me,” she demands as I push her farther into the wall with my body and take my lips teasingly close to hers. She heaves against me, her heart thudding against mine, her eyes on my mouth.
Just a teasing brush.
She lunges to capture me.
No.
“Kiss me,” she orders through her teeth.
Not today, lady. Today I’ll fuck her until she remembers who the fuck she belongs to and where the fuck she lives. I move both of her wrists into one hand and stroke up her body until I have her neck in my hold. Her pulse pushes into my fingertips. I breathe in her face.
My cock pounds in my jeans.
But I will maintain control. I will not have her believe I don’t know what I’m doing right now. Her whimpers become more desperate by the second, and my satisfaction gets stronger. As always, I just have to get her in my hands to prove my point. She’s not fighting me off. She’s not protesting. I see her intention as her body rolls, her mouth coming at me. I move my head and slam my lips on her chest, pulling her dress down to get to the sweet spot, sucking, making sure the small bruise is revived before I turn her and push her front forward into the wall, separating her thighs with my knee, placing her palms against the tiles. She cries out. I don’t need to tell her what to do. I release her hands and they remain exactly where I put them as I dip and pull her dress up, taking in her arse, smelling her desire, as I undo my fly and pull out my dick. She won’t need much prep. It’s a good job, because I’m in no mood for accommodating her.
And to make my point, I strike her with a stinger of a slap across her right cheek when she sticks her arse out.
That’s for leaving me.
“Fuck!” she yells, earning herself another on the other cheek.
That’s for pretending you don’t care.
“Jesse!”
Now it’s time to scream, baby.
I get into position and guide myself to her pussy, slamming in fast. She yells, I grunt, and the room spins.