"Tomorrow," I closed in, commanding, "you apologize to Olivia."
Her eyes lit up like fire, ready to burn me and the whole place down.
"No."
Again with the "no."
I hated that word from her right now, especially when she was clearly wrong.
I moved closer. She backed up, hitting the wall, nowhere left.
My hand gripped her jaw, forcing her head up. Her skin burned under my palm, jawbone trembling faintly in my fingers, but her eyes didn't soften—they slammed into mine, daring me to look away first.
Her arms still covered her chest.
I didn't touch them. I knew what they hid—my hands remembered the weight and heat of her tits.
"Natalie, you don't get to say 'no'," I growled low, leaning in, breath hot on her cheek. "I'm your husband. I tell you what to do, you do it. Got it?"
Her pupils shrank, lips white from pressing, but she didn't back down.
"You don't know anything! She started—"
"I don't care," I cut her off, voice colder. "I care about the fallout. You made Winston a joke. Fix it."
"I won't!" She raised her voice, trying to twist free.
I stared at her face, so close—red-rimmed eyes, damp lashes, and those lips, still tempting even in defiance.
Rage gave way to pure want. She looked so fucking beautiful.
My cock was rock-hard, ready to burst.
Nothing else mattered. I needed to fuck Natalie. Now.
I crushed my mouth against hers, hard and demanding. She gasped into the kiss, but I didn't let up, my tongue invading, claiming every inch. One hand stayed on her jaw, tilting her head back for better access, while the other yanked her arms away from her chest. Her tits spilled free, full and perfect, nipples already hardening in the cool air.
I broke the kiss just enough to growl against her mouth, "You think you can defy me?" Then I grabbed her breasts, rough andpossessive, kneading them with force. My thumbs circled her nipples, pinching hard enough to make her arch. She moaned, low and throaty, the sound vibrating straight to my dick. Fuck, she was sensitive—her body betraying her even as her eyes flashed with that stubborn fire.
Her moans grew louder as I squeezed harder, rolling her nipples between my fingers, tugging until she whimpered. "Richard..." she breathed, but it wasn't a protest—it was need. I could feel her thighs pressing together, her body heating up under my touch.
I slid one hand down her side, tracing the curve of her hip, then lower, hooking into the edge of her panties. She was soaked already—I could smell her arousal, feel the damp fabric. My fingers peeled the lace aside, exposing her slick folds. I teased her entrance, circling with my thumb, and she bucked against me, another moan escaping.
But as I pressed a finger in, she grabbed my wrist. "Richard, we can't do this, I..."
"See? You're dripping for me," I murmured, breaking the kiss to watch her face twist in pleasure. I added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her harder with my hand while my thumb worked her clit in rough circles. She cried out, head falling back against the wall, body trembling.
I couldn't wait anymore. I yanked her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out of them instinctively, and I scooped her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I pinned her against the wall. My pants were off in seconds—belt clinking, zipper down, cock springing free, throbbing and ready. I positioned myself at her entrance and drove in with one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasped, nails digging into my shoulders, her walls gripping me like a vice. "Fuck, Natalie," I groaned, starting to move, slamming into her with deep, punishing strokes. Her legslocked around my waist, holding on as I fucked her hard against the wall, each thrust making her tits bounce.
But I wanted more. I pulled her away from the wall, still buried inside her, and carried her to the full-length mirror across the room. I turned her so she faced it, her back to my chest now, and bent her forward slightly. "Look," I ordered, gripping her hips and thrusting again. In the reflection, she could see everything—my cock disappearing into her, her flushed face, swollen lips parted in ecstasy.
"You said no earlier," I taunted, pounding harder, watching her expression shatter. "But look at you now, getting fucked senseless. You're loving it, aren't you? Soaking my cock."
"Stop... Richard, we can't..." Another "can't," and I slammed into her so hard the mirror rattled, her moan turning into a scream of pleasure.
Her constant refusals grated on me, hot but infuriating. I needed silence from that mouth except for moans. I yanked off my tie with one hand, still buried deep, and wrapped it around her head, gagging her mouth tight. "There," I growled, tying it off. "Now shut the fuck up and take it like the good little wife you are. Look how wet you are, clenching on my cock. You want this, don't you? Begging for it with your body while your mouth lies."
