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The vision of an enraged Stella makes my temperature rise and my heart quickens in my chest. The way her eyes seared into my very soul and the pretty pink flush across her chest, neck, and cheeks after I kissed her soft skin, hell, I need more of that right now. The smell of her, something tantalizing and delicate that called to my senses still surrounds me.Fuck, Stella Stratford is a dream and a nightmare all rolled up into one.One that now carries my name and is irrevocably mine. The knowledge brings me heated pleasure and satisfaction.
As I down the scotch and pour myself another, I wonder if there is any way that I can remedy the havoc that I have already created. It will take a substantial gesture to make it up to her. For a moment, I stop and question, why do I even care? It’s not like I have feelings for her, well at least ones that don’t revolve around her choking on my thick cock when I force it down her throat. I wonder if it’s even worth it to try.I own her, she’s already mine.I will never release her from this marriage while she’s still breathing.
Even then, Stella can try to run off to hell, I’ll drag her back by her fucking hair. Do I really need to do anything here? Sure Mrs. Pox is mad, but she’ll get over it. Do I really care if Stella is up there in my fucking suite upset at my actions? She should realize who she married, after all.
She’s our wife, dickhead.My mind seethes. I hurt and disrespected her and despite everything that happened today, she didn’t deserve that. This will make it so much harder to get her to cooperate with my plans. I need to put a baby in that frigid fucking womb of hers right away, without her ripping my cock off.
I plop myself in the oversized brown leather wing chair to think through what I can do as a grand gesture for my wife that is short of walking through glass naked on my hands and knees or making her a widow. The only two gestures she probably craves at the moment. As I close my eyes and allow the smooth scotch to warm my core, arctic blue eyes flash in my mind.
7
Stella
“Women have discovered that they cannot rely on men’s chivalry to give them justice.” Helen Keller
Icanfeelthemorning sunlight penetrating through the open window curtains on my face, the orange glow behind my shuttered eyelids bringing me a sense of much needed peace. I burrow further under the deliciously warm and luxuriously soft covers. A moan of appreciation escapes my lips as I keep my eyes tightly shut, needing a few more minutes before I have to face the unrepentant world.
“You keep making those sounds Stella, and I will crawl right under there with you.” The deep voice filled with humor has me jolting up in bed and pulling the covers all the way up to my neck.Jesus fucking Christ!Jaxon is sitting in a chair next to the bed watching me intently with a coffee mug in his hand. The devious smirk across his face has the hackles at the back of my neck standing on end.
“What the hell are you doing in here, Jaxon?” My voice comes out sharper than I intended and I can feel the heat of his eyes on my skin, causing a blush to rise up my neck. Those slate gray-blue eyes track every exposed inch of skin that I haven’t covered with the sheet. The knowledge that I’m only wearing a scrap of lace and silk underneath has my stomach cramping in mortification.
Last night when I went looking for my night clothes, I was horrified to discover that my mother had all of my comfortable sleeping shirts removed from my things and only silk and lace nightgowns, and frilly undergarments placed in my trousseau.What the hell was she thinking?That I would need to seduce the man that is already my husband? How outrageous! I don’t need to seduce Jaxon; he already bought the damn cow so he could have the milk!
“I’m here to bid my wife good morning, Stella.” I watch as he places the mug on the side table, those elegant long fingers trailing over the edge of the table before languishing comfortably in the chair. He looks like a sleek, sexy panther, all long limbed, sinewy, and seductive in his dark gray dress pants and royal blue dress shirt. His dark hair shines in the sunlight and his eyes sparkle with mischief. The corner of his mouth rises as he notices my perusal of his body. My blood is rushing so loudly in my veins that I can hear it in my ears and my core tightens at the way he is staring at me. Like he wants to take a bite of my flesh and sate himself on my taste.
“Get out Jaxon, you are not welcome in my room.” I break eye contact, needing a moment of respite from the onslaught of his gaze that is trying to read my every thought. I don’t understand the effect that Jaxon has on me. Why does this man cause heat to rise throughout my body? Yes, he’s handsome, but he’s not the only attractive man that I have ever been around. I’m not some wilting virgin, like my parents like to believe.
The way he glares at me, like he wants to take a huge bite of my flesh, and the way his gaze lingers on my skin, mixed with the tone of his voice has me fighting my own mind. My mind and heart war with each other in his proximity, one wanting to decimate him, the other wanting to jump on him and ride him like a damn beast. The train of my thoughts coupled with his presence has goosebumps racing across my skin and my nipples hardening painfully against the lace of the negligee. The sensation of the raspy material against my hardened sensitive tips forcing me to have to bite on the inside of my cheek to swallow the moan that wants to escape.
“Our room, Stella. This is our room, one which we will share together. That bed you are so seductively lying in with all that gorgeous skin on display is our bed. One I plan to share with you, wife.”
A snort escapes me at his audacity. How dare he slither in here without my knowledge, watch me sleep like some devious pervert and then announce that he will be sleeping with me. Jaxon Stratford has a lot to learn about women. Maybe the bimbos he sleeps with fall at his mercurial feet, but I won’t be so easily persuaded.
“You find that thought amusing, Stella?” He shifts forward in the chair, his body leaning closer to mine, and causing his tantalizing scent to reach my nose.Why does this man always smell so delicious?I try not to inhale a deep breath of his citrusy, musky, and spicy scent. His eyes focus on my mouth and I can’t help biting down on my lower lip at the attention. “You are a beautiful tease, Stella.” His words come out soft and with a deep growl that has me almost dropping my hold on the precarious sheets.
“Nothing about you being in my room like some sort of deviant watching me, is funny.” My body tenses waiting for whatever he’s about to do. I tighten my grip on the sheet until my knuckles are white. The way his long limbs are positioned like a cat about to pounce, I can tell that Jaxon Stratford is about to invade my personal space.
A sharp laugh escapes his full lips, and a blush rises on his high cheekbones, making the few light freckles that he has across them darken and become more pronounced. In the next moment, he grabs all of the bed linens between two tight fisted hands and stands, pulling them off of me. The power behind his move forces me to relinquish my hold on the sheets or come tumbling down to the edge of the bed.
I wrap my arms quickly around myself after pulling down the nightgown that had ridden up while I slept, the one that barely covers my crotch.Fuck my mother and her meddling ways right now.I am intimately aware that I have a ton of skin on display. As his eyes skate over my bare legs, my body does the unthinkable and shivers as if he was physically caressing me.
“I enjoyed watching you sleep, you look so peaceful, soft and warm, so unlike the ice queen you are when you are awake.” He moves one knee onto the end of the bed and my breath stutters in my throat. “I especially enjoyed looking at your creamy round breasts and those sexy pink nipples against all that lace. Did you buy that nightgown for me, Stella?” Another knee makes its way onto the mattress, and I get ready to bolt off the bed.
“What do…you want?” My voice sounds breathless and whispery in the air between us and I immediately regret my display of weakness. My heart is pounding in my chest and I know he can see it. His eyes travel down my face and lock onto my heaving chest before making their way back to my gaze. My skin feels like a trail of fire has been left in the aftermath of his study.
“I came with noble intentions to beg your forgiveness, Stella.” A smirk crosses his features. “Did I bruise your ice cold heart with my actions or just your pride?” He shifts his body forward a little more, his pant covered thigh now touching my bare toes. I send him a cold scathing look, watching as his chest rises and falls, just waiting to try to trap me, like the weak captive that he believes me to be.
“It’s funny that you think you are the only wronged party here, my little viper. After all, you left me standing at the altar like a goddamn fool, stole my fucking limo, and forced me to attend our wedding reception without my fucking bride and do damage control.” He licks his lips and the image makes me think of a hungry wolf about to devour its prey. Except he hasn’t realized that I am not his fucking prey, I am just as much a hunter as he is.
“One would say I deserved a little something in the way of re-compensation, Stella. To help soothe my rage and prevent me from coming back here and strangling you.” A look of doubt crosses his features, his shoulders slump forward and his posture relaxes. I push at his thigh with my toes, trying to force more distance between us. I clench and unclench my clammy hands, the need to rake my long nails down his face and gouge his eyes calling to me. Whispering that I should hurt him, before he hurts me.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have brought my prize home on our wedding night, it wasn’t my classiest of moments, but I didn’t think it would have affected you as it did. You are an ice queen after all, is that frigid heart capable of feeling real emotions? Why are you so angry Stella? Is it the thought of me with another woman that has you so upset?”
A snort leaves my lips, he thinks I am weak and purely ruled by emotions. That jealousy is the catalyst for my actions last night rather than the disrespect he paid me by bringing that whore here. My will is forged in steel, I am resilient as he will learn to his own detriment. I try to calm my racing heart, to project the image of aloofness. I will never let Jaxon see how much that hurt me last night. “I thought you came here for forgiveness Jaxon? It doesn’t seem like that is your true intention. I don’t hear any remorse in your words.”
“You want me to beg for your forgiveness Stella? Will you beg for mine?"
Beg him for his? Is he deranged? I have nothing to beg forgiveness for. “Forgiveness Jaxon, you think you deserve some after trapping me in this marriage against my will. Forcing me to be your unwilling wife and trying to parade me around as the prize you think you won? Then bringing your bimbo girlfriend to the home we are to share and rubbing your insolence and disrespect in my face.”
