Man, I had it bad.
She closed the drawer and turned toward the bed, choosing to pretend I wasn’t standing there.
My patience evaporated, and I grabbed her by the arm.
She twisted out of it so fast, like she’d been expecting it.
But she was no match for me. I pinned both of her arms behind her back then forced her to bend over at the edge of the bed. My hand gripped the back of her neck and held her in place, the shirt riding up her stomach and revealing her perky ass in her panties.
She tried to fight me. “Asshole, let me—”
“Knock this shit off. Now.” I kept her in place with no exertion because she was weak in comparison to my strength. “Treat me that way, and I’ll treat you this way. Be pissed at me all you want, but don’t fucking ignore me. You will show me respect every goddamn day. Understand?”
She tried to buck me off. “Fuck you.”
I kept her down. “I had a meeting tonight, and my associates bought me my favorite whore.”
She stopped trying to evade my hold.
“I used to pay a lot of money for her, fuck her in this very bedroom for an entire weekend. She would have done anything I asked, and you would have had no idea where my dick had been all night. But I turned down the offer and came home to you. I’m committed to this for better or worse. You need to start behaving the same way.” I let her go and turned away, my cock still pressing against my shorts because I got off on restraining her. I was tempted to fuck her like that, keeping her under my clutches as she fought my hold.
I grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured another glass. My back was to her as I let the liquid slide down my throat and straight into my gut. It was potent because I had an empty stomach. I was tempted to leave the house again and head to a bar. Or better yet, I should get on a plane and fly to Morocco now.
I felt her palms flatten against my back, her touch slight and gentle.
I was about to take another drink, but I put the glass down instead.
Her hands glided up my back to my shoulders, massaging me lightly, touching me with remorse.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed her touch, slipping under her spell for the millionth time.
She grabbed my bicep and forced me to turn around.
I moved with the pull, wanting to forget about this fight and get naked as quickly as possible. Her immature behavior would have made me indifferent to her if she were someone else. I wouldn’t put up with this shit. I still shouldn’t put up with this shit. But there I was…fucking weak.
She looked up at me, her green eyes glazed and her lips slightly parted. Her palms started at my stomach and slowly slid toward my chest as she stepped in a little closer. Her face moved to my chest as if she was going to rest her forehead there, but instead, she kissed the skin over my heart.
I fought to keep my arms by my sides, refusing to allow myself to forgive her so quickly.
She lifted her gaze to meet mine again. “I’m sorry…”
My cock twitched in my boxers, wanting to slide between her lips as she whispered those words. I wanted to lie flat on her tongue and feel it move as she apologized again…and again.
“I just thought you were being harsh to your best friend.”
“My issues with Damien are none of your business. Stay out of it.”
“I’m your wife…your issues are my business.”
I always got off on the way she said her title, the way she called herself my wife. “But you don’t have the right to tell me how to feel about it. I spoke to Damien when I was ready. It had to be on my terms.”
Her fingers continued to caress my chest. “Is that true? What you said…?”
“Would I lie to you?” My fingers ached to slide into her hair and brush it from her face, to pull her in for a deep kiss. But I had to keep my arms by my sides, keep up this pissed façade so she would remain apologetic. I never knew remorse could be so sexy. I pushed the front of my pants down so my cock could emerge, hard as steel. “Would I be this hard if I’d already fucked someone else all night?”
“I don’t know. You fuck me all night and never have a problem.”
“That’s because I love…” I shut my mouth and stopped myself from making a dire mistake. “Because I love fucking you more than anyone else.” I pushed my pants and boxers farther until they slid to my ankles.