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“I’d appreciate you closing the door. I don’t know why you opened it in the first fucking place.” Anastacia’s eyes met mine in the mirror. Even standing there naked from the waist up, she didn’t falter; she showed no signs of weakness. But I was about to change that.
I pushed her door open just enough for me to step in before closing it behind me.
“What? You asked me to shut the door.” I smirked as I turned the lock without taking my eyes off her.
“I meant with you on the other side of it.” Her voice was laced with sarcasm.
“Unfortunately for you, that doesn’t work for me.”
She didn’t flinch as I stalked over to her as if I were the hunter and she were my prey. I wasted no time in allowing my body to collide with her back. I placed my hand flat against her toned stomach, pulling her even closer as her body burned beneath my touch. I dipped my head slightly as I ran my tongue down her elongated neck, and a small gasp escaped her as I grazed her skin, ensuring she understood who she belonged to. She tilted her head back against my chest as my hand went to her throat.
“I told you I fucking own you, Anastacia,” I whispered against her ear as I tightened my hold on her neck.
“Nobody fucking owns me. The sooner you get that in that thick skull of yours, the better.” She tried to push me off, and although she was strong, I was stronger. “If you don’t remove those vile hands from my body, I’ll scream bloody murder.” She jabbed her boney elbow into my ribs for a second time.
“It’s a shame nobody can hear you up here then, isn’t it?” I growled against her ear as I admired her naked body in the mirror.
“Listen here, you fu—” I spun her round to face me before she had time to finish her sentence, her eyes full of fire and hatred.
“I listen to no one. I never have, and believe me when I say I won’t be listening to anything my wife has to say either.” I ran the pad of my thumb over her plump bottom lip as she seethed with anger.
“Then don’t marry me. I have no desire to become a wife in general, let alone yours!” She swatted my hand away.
“That’s what makes it even better. The fact you don’t want to marry me makes it a whole lot more entertaining.”
“Go fuck yourself!” Anastacia was enraged as she fisted her hands against my chest, shoving me backwards.
“I’d rather you fuck me instead.” A small smirk reached my lips as I wound her up tighter than a rubber band. I dipped my head, so our lips were brushing, the warmth of her breath mingling with mine as her nipples hardened against my chest.
“I think I’ll pass.” She had a smart mouth for someone so petite. Her tongue darted out and moistened her lips, and it took every ounce of me not to claim her right there.
“Your body tells me otherwise. You want me to fuck you, and I think deep down, you know you’ll love every damn second.” She stepped back as her back collided with the mirror, causing it to rattle slightly. “Looks like you’ve got nowhere left to run.” I smirked as I know this only angers her.
Before I’d had time to register what was happening, I saw the palm of her hand heading full swing for my cheek, which I intercepted by seizing her wrist.
“You son of a bitch.”
“Now that wasn’t very nice, was it?” As she narrowed her eyes at me, I rolled her hardened nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "Don't worry about coming down for dinner; I'll cover for you." I stepped away, and the relief crept across her face.
"Get the hell out." Her voice was louder than I expected, but despite how much I despised her attitude, I couldn't help but notice my growing erection. "I'll see you soon." I leaned forward once more and roughlykissed her exposed neck harder than I had planned to.
I retreated towards the door, but then paused mid-way.
“You may try and deny it, Anastacia, but you know you fucking enjoyed it. If you didn’t, you would have pushed me away a lot sooner.” With those parting words, I unlocked the door and stepped out into the cool corridor.
“Arsehole!” she muttered behind me.
Fuck…
This woman was going to be trouble.
And for once, this was the kind of trouble I wouldn’t mind welcoming with open arms.
When I entered the dining room, I saw our families' faces fall as they realised Anastacia wasn't with me.
“How’s she feeling?” my father asked, nodding towards my empty seat.
"Unfortunately, she’s passing on the dinner." I took a seat oppositemy mother, who smiled sweetly at me.
