My cock jumps at the sight of her. She might be prissy and pissed, but red rides high on her cheeks, flushing her face prettily. Her eyes are wide, her lips lacquered in a scarlet hue, and the way she has her arms crossed over her chest, she’s pushing her lush tits sky high.
I wonder if she knows how fucking hot she is at the moment.
I also wonder how that shade of scarlet would look wrapped around my cock.
I don’t hate myself for thinking it. If I could, I’d fuck the shit out of her, right there on the porch, like I wanted to do the last time she was standing there. I want all the neighbors to know that my wife is back. I want her to scream my name while she claws deep trenches in my back. I wanteveryoneto know that this time, she’s not getting away so easily. Fuck, she’s not going to get away at all.
“Wraith said you’d be off at five,” she hisses, ever the feral wildcat.
“Yeah.” I run a hand through my hair, and she watches me do it, her eyes narrowing to tiny slits. “Normally I am. I had some extra special shit to get done, just for tonight. Thought I’d make an exception.”
Of course she catches my drift, and when her top teeth sink into her lower lip and she practically vibrates with the need to restrain herself from screaming at me, my balls ache. Yeah. I might be a fucked up prick, but I’d like to see her steaming and out of control. I’d love a photo of her taken while she’s in the throes of passion, or after, when the knife-like sharpness of her features has softened into something akin to tenderness. She’d be even more beautiful then.
“Since you seem to have a hate on for me,” Ami snarls, nostrils flaring. “Why don’t you just sign the damn papers?”
“Papers?” I shrug, purposely obtuse. I don’t miss how her teeth sink down into her lower lip again as she battles not to flinginsults at me. “I thought that when I pissed on them that was that.”
She chews her lip harder, making it swollen and even more lush. “I got another set.”
“Of course you did. How much does that lawyer cost you, Ami? You know, you could have talked to me first. Picked up the phone. Tried calling or even sent a text. Came back once in a fucking while. It would have been a hell of a lot cheaper. Or maybe The Riders are paying for that lawyer too?”
She’s finally reached her breaking point and it’s a thing to behold. She releases her lip and swollen or not, her mouth flattens out into a thin line. Her brows draw together in an angry knit. Her nostrils go on flaring and her eyes burn, the flames of rage licking up her irises and blowing her pupils.
Fuck. Me.
If only she knew how fucking hot she was trying not to be fucking hot.
My cock hardens to the point of granite, and I force a grin instead of a grimace, glad that I’m wearing denim and it goes a long way to hiding inappropriate erections popped for my beautiful, bitchy, feral wife.
“You obviously don’t want me around. We have nothing to say to each other.” She whips a stack of papers out from her side, her hand clutched around them like a claw, the knuckles white with the force. She’s actually made a dent in that thick stack with the strength of her grip, which is nothing short of impressive. “So sign the fucking papers, Gage.”
I stride across the lawn, eating it up in a few short seconds. Ami doesn’t wilt at the big brute coming her way. Shestands up to me, squaring her jaw and tilting her little chin to look up the extra foot separating us. She’s like a warrior goddess ready for battle.
I’d like to tear her jeans and her purple tank off and do battle with her, alright.
I want to spar with her while I bite into her lips. Have her scream and rage at me while I take her nipples into my mouth and palm her pretty tits. Want her to yell and rage at me as I fuck up into her and she rakes her nails down my back in retribution.
She stares up at me, unblinking, but a flush spreads across her pretty pale skin, painting her cheekbones and nose and when she blinks, finally, I realize that she’s not as unaffected as she pretends to be. She’s no robot. No machine. She’s flesh and blood and she’s mywifeand damn me, despite everything she’s done, everything that happened, I fucking want her.
“No.”
“No, what?” she spits, furious. “No, fucking what?”
“No. No, I’m not signing the papers. No, I’m not letting you go back to Tampa. No you don’t just get to do whatever the hell you want anymore and expect my club to pay for it. No, I won’t let you go on living your life however you choose without ever once looking back. No, I’ll never forgive you for how you left. Yes, yes, I fucking hate you sometimes. Yes, there are parts of me that want to destroy you. Yes, you’re the bitch who tried to ruin my life, and yes, I’m a goddamn idiot because yes, I still fucking want you.”
“W-want me?” she pants, taking a step back. She keeps backing up, until her shoulders slam into the siding of the house. The pulse point at her neck throbs like it’s going to tear out of herskin. “We were married for all of five seconds. You can’twantme.”
I advance on her, all two hundred and fifty pounds of bulk. I know I must look like a devil, my black hair mussed and wild from my ride, my features hard and sharp, my eyes burning into her like I could reach right through her and steal her soul and keep it with me for eternity. Not as punishment for her sins, but because I fucking want it. I want all of her. Her body. Her soul. Her spirit.
Ever since the second I saw her.
Her actions, the betrayal, the passing of time—it only made it worse. All of it. The gnawing ache sawing at my bones, the raw wounds that she tore open in my chest, the festering sickness that my desire for her brews in the pit of my stomach.
I shouldn’t want her, but I do.
I shouldn’t ache for her, burn for her, spend sleepless nights tossing and turning, wondering what the fuck she’s doing and who she’s doing it with, but I do, and I have. It’s pathetic, and a part of my black soul wants her to pay for it. For the torture she’s caused me. For the hell she’s put me through these past years. For fucking leaving me like I was the one who wronged her.
“I do,” I breathe, my body mere inches from hers.
