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“You’ve signed the divorce papers. How does that make us still married?”
“Even once the papers are lodged, the divorce will take ages to come through.”
“And you’re desperate for that, aren’t you?”
“As are you, Niko. Don’t pretend you don’t want out of this marriage.” She tried and failed to quell her hurt anger.
“Don’t tell me what I want,” he said thickly. “
It wouldn’t do either of us any good to examine what I want right now.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t you?” He slammed his scotch glass down onto the marble counter top and pulled her roughly against his chest. Her mouth parted in an ‘oh’ of surprise and he kissed her, hard, and rough, with a desire to taste and punish. “I want you,” he ground out against her teeth, scooping her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He pushed her back against the fridge, and felt her surrender as her fingers slipped into his hair, pulling and feeling, and her tongue clashed frantically with his.
She lifted his top over his head, only breaking the kiss for the briefest of seconds. She dug her nails into his back, feeling his taught muscles move beneath his satin smooth skin.
“I want you too,” she whispered fiercely. “I wish I didn’t, but, Niko, God, please…”
“At least your lies only extend to your family,” he said throatily, ripping at her jeans so that he could pull them down. With an impatient groan, he set her down and removed them completely before lifting her back up and imprisoning her between his chest and the fridge. She had the chance to end this, but there was no way in hell she could. She wanted him with a passion that would eat her alive if she didn’t indulge it. Consequences were guaranteed, but worse than the fallout of having sex with her husband would be if she didn’t.
She pushed his jeans down and released him from his boxers, gasping as she remembered the feel of his erection in her hands. His eyes flared with desire as she ran her fingers up and down the length of him, her face flushed with animalistic desire. He didn’t want to wait a second longer. Hell, she was his wife, as she’d just pointed out.
And he plunged into her, deep and hard and fast, groaning loudly as her sweet muscles wrapped around him and convulsed. She screamed with the built-up tension and dug her heels into his back, scratching her nails down his arms, her head tilted back with eyes firmly shut.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted into the dimly lit kitchen, grinding her hips and panting as waves of desire rolled through her.
He felt her orgasm around him and gritted his teeth. God, his control was thin where this woman was concerned. He thrust once more and felt it slip away completely, as his release shattered him completely.
He hadn’t planned it, but it had felt necessary, and it had felt right. One time, he would have said that he loved her too much to ever have sex with her out of anger, or hate. He had loved her, and she’d thrown it back in his face. So what if he used their incandescent sexual chemistry to achieve his own ends? This was just sex, wasn’t it? And when it was this good, how could it be bad?
Her head was resting on his shoulder as her breathing returned to normal, and he eased her to the ground now, pulling out of her and putting distance between them at the same time. He heard her groan at his removal and ignored the way he clenched in response. It was just sex.
“At least there’ll be a silver lining to this farce,” he said, his tone more gruff than he’d intended.
Bianca’s insides were melting with the force of satisfaction she’d just experienced so it took a minute for his words to penetrate the fog of her brain.
“I’m sorry?” She said, watching as he returned to the bench, picked up his drink and cradled the scotch tumbler in his hands.
“Sex, Bianca. If you expect me to play the part of your husband, I expect you to play the part of my wife.”
She fluttered a hand to her neck and fingered the collar of her top in a nervous gesture.
“I guess I hadn’t thought about that side of things.”
“Then think about it now,” he bit out coldly. “I’ll go along with this charade, but I will want you back in my bed. For my exclusive use.”
“Use!” She retorted hotly, sliding her briefs up her legs to hide how upset she was. “That makes it sound so… cheap and tawdry.”
He shrugged. “I call it as I see it. You were quite happy to spread your legs for anyone who showed an interest when we were married. It shouldn’t be too hard to climb back into my bed now.”
“Why are you talking like this?” She whispered, trying to match this man with the man who had made her love him. The man who had been good and kind and gentle and funny.
“This is who I am now,” he answered swiftly. “You did this to me, Bianca. It’s only appropriate that you should be forced to live with the consequences of what you created.”
“I told you that night, Nik, it’s not what you think.”
He moved a dismissive hand through the air. “I do not want to hear more lies. The mountain of evidence is impossible to explain in any other way. I will not discuss it with you anymore.”
