“You’re not faking it.”
I was supposed to be faking my willingness to see myself as his wife, as his woman, but the admiration he showed me would be my kryptonite.
“You really are familiar with how this side of the business is run,” he said, glancing at me as he led me inside the house.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I hated how good his hand felt, his strong fingers wrapped around mine. It made no sense. I didn’t need him to secure me as if I were a flight risk. I wouldn’t get lost if he didn’t physically steer me up the staircase. “I grew up in the Cartel. The same as you grew up in your Bratva.”
He scoffed. “I did. But even I wouldn’t be treated to the same details of smuggling routes and complications like you have. I supervise. I delegate. You… You act as though you’ve personally handled and planned runs yourself.”
Not quite.
Hearing him acknowledge my skillset was a rarity I was afraid to be swayed by. Thanking him for the praise seemed unrealistic. It was too ingrained in me that I wasn’t supposed to know anything at all. Not compared to my brother.
“My father didn’t mind showing me how the business works,” I said instead.
“It seems more like he was training you to be his protégé.”
I rolled my eyes as we reached the corridor where our rooms were. To my right was the guest room I’d been living in. To my left was his master suite. He hadn’t released my hand yet, guiding toward the left. “Is this your attempt at flattering me?”
“I’m simply giving praise where it’s due.”
I huffed, determined to appear unimpressed by his words. Because if I didn’t stop holding these walls and guards up against him, I’d be too gullible. My heart raced at the implication of him leading me toward his room, not mine. My pussy ached at the images of what he could do in his bed, not mine. “There’s no point.”
“To acknowledge that you’re smart and insightful about smuggling routes and planning?”
“There’s no point in flattering me.” I stepped over the threshold of his bedroom door. All details blurred to nothing as I grounded myself on the pressure of his hand in mine, the lock of his smoldering gaze on mine. “We’ve already consummated this marriage.”
He spun me so quickly that I wasn’t expecting it. Pinning me to the door, he braced one hand on the surface and banded his other arm around my back. Flush to the wall of muscles that made up his chest and the rigid solidity of the door, I was sandwiched with nowhere to go.
“Oh, really?” he asked, lowering his hot gaze to my lips.
Fuck. There’s not enough air in here.I swallowed hard. “Yeah. We did. Last night.”Several times.“Or have you already forgotten?”
“I’ll never forget how perfectly your tight little cunt sucked my cock in.”
Oh, God.
“Perhaps you’ve forgotten that even though this marriage was arranged, youaremy wife.” He nuzzled the side of my face, bringing his lips toward mine but not kissing them as he held me in place. Our breath mingled. Our chests lifted against each other faster. Yet he didn’t dive at me. He waited and kept me aching and impatient for him to close the tiny distance that remained between us.
“I’ll admit that I didn’t want you.” He kissed just below my ear as he spoke words that should’ve been insulting.
“I didn’t want a wife at all.” He sucked on my earlobe as he lowered his arm until he filled his big hand with my ass cheek.
“I wasn’t even thinking about marrying.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. I turned to meet him and seal my lips to his, hungry for a deeper kiss and none of this teasing. But he avoided me and lowered his head.
“I have no clue how to deal with having to appease a wife.” He pulled his hand around my side, caressing me until he grabbed my skirt and flipped it up. His fingers beelined for my pussy, dragging back and forth and spreading my arousal that already dripped so freely for him.
“You might be…” I tried to claim his mouth again, but he avoided kissing me fully. Sticking with lazy, drugging suctions on my neck, he kept me panting for more. “You might be a fast learner in that regard.”
I felt his cheeks rise in a smile. “I don’t have the time and patience to figure out what to do with a wife.” The blunt tips of his fingers slipped into me, massaging me as I whined and parted my legs more.
“I think you figured outthiswife.” Resting my weight on his hand, I tried to ride it for the most friction.
The dark and dirty chuckle he responded with heated my blood. “Only one I need.”
Anything said while he was slowly finger fucking me and sucking on my neck wouldn’t be true. Said in the heat of the moment as I tried to kiss him while tearing his clothes off, it was all just nonsensical whatever.
