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Chapter 12
The longer Ilie naked in Kal’s bed, staring up at the ceiling with my arms crossed over my chest, the more embarrassed I feel about mauling him downstairs.
Not longago I watched him murder my fiancé and then force me into marrying him. Apparently, after the initial shock and anger wears off during times of stress, my brain takes a back seat and lets my vagina do the driving.
Or maybe it’s just the effect Kal has on me. Maybe an entire lifetime of obsessing over him has brought me to this point, and now I’m free to explore it, regardless of how fucked up the situation is.
I exhale slowly, plucking gently at my nipples, trying to recreate the feeling of Kal doing the same. Goose bumps spread like a rash over my forearms, heat creeping over my chest as his words from before echo in my mind.
‘Has my slutty little wife been walking around every day, hoping to get fucked?’
Not consciously, no. Or, at least, not with the express intention of Kal finding me sans underwear and taking advantage of the easy access. But with no one else around, and my parents’ rules about modesty and purity no longer a factor, ditching the panties just seemed like the next logical course of action.
Another nail in the coffin of allowing the Ricci lifestyle to dictate how I live mine.
Maybe that’s why I dove headfirst into unknown waters, approaching Kal despite him being covered in blood and the almost feral look in his eyes.
When presented with the opportunity for choice, I seem to err on the side of reckless abandon. That much was obvious when I asked Kal to take my virginity in the first place, and it’s even more evident now.
Sure, he threatened the lives of the people I love. Blackmailed me into this union. Yanked me from the only life I’ve known and plopped me down in a foreign place, alone and confused.
But he was a skilled lover, and my body is beginning to remember his talent.
The muscles in my stomach tense up as I slide my hand past my breast, gliding through the slick heat he left behind.
“Whoever said Kal Anderson isn’t husband material clearly never felt his hand between their thighs,” I mutter, biting back a moan at the memory.
“Is that so?”
Even though I’m expecting him, the sudden intrusion of Kal’s deep voice startles me; my arm snaps to my breasts while my hand covers my pussy, acting on autopilot.
Lifting my head, I see him standing across the room in black pajamas, leaning against the doorframe with a strange look on his handsome face.
It’s not quite arousal, not quite irritation. Somehow, his features seem frozen in a place between the two, his dark gaze unwavering in its hunger and his mouth firm in its rage.
He rakes his eyes over me, lingering on my flushed skin, reaching up to stroke his bottom lip with the back of his thumb. “Don’t let me interrupt. You were saying?”
“I was just talking to myself.”
“Do you hear a lot of gossip about me?”
“Not a lot,” I say, heat searing my cheeks. “Just stuff my mom and her sisters sometimes say.”
“Ah, yes. Carmen and her big fucking mouth.”
The animosity in his tone catches me off guard; I know he and my parents have a relationship that predates his time as a Ricci Inc. employee, but it was always my understanding that he was like family to the two of them. The distant, mysterious extended relative who only came to town when he absolutely had to and made a stink about it every time, but family nonetheless.
Kal blows out a breath as if trying to collect himself. “Well. What else?”
Blinking, I frown. “What do you mean?”
“What else do they say about me?” His eyebrows raise, practically grazing his hairline, and he holds his palms out to the sides as if in offering. “Did they turn you against me? Give you the gritty details of all the evil I’ve done?”
My tongue feels too thick for my mouth. “Papá always avoided specifics.”
“But you still heard rumors, right? You can’t exist in this fucking world without the mills working overtime, especially when you make it clear you just want to be left alone.”
Bracing my heels on the mattress, I push into a sitting position, trying to feel slightly less vulnerable as he glares at me. My clothes are draped over the chaise at the foot of the bed, so I grasp at the cotton sheets, moving to duck beneath them.
