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My chest tightens for a moment, and I curl my fingers into fists. Maybe the recent events had played a toll on me, because I had no clue about today. I’m usually good with dates and stuff—better than most men.
She grabs a bottle of Taittinger, chilling inside a silver icebox, and opens it, then pours some into a glass. “We should celebrate, Jack. We’re here. We’re still together, and I want us to be wife and husband again.”
I accept the flute she gives me, and drink it fast, studying the glint of hope in her eyes. My gaze slides lower, down her graceful neck to her epic tits, perky and with pink aureoles. Damn it, I can see her nipples tightening and outlining the soft fabric.
My cock hardens, and a throb surges through me, the hint of arousal I can’t conceal. Fuck. The amount of exercise and jerking off I’ve been doing doesn’t make up for a hot, tight pussy. The thought sends another shot of lust through me, raising my internal temperature as if I’m about to break a fever.
She drinks her champagne, and puts the glass on the nightstand. “I’ve been shopping.” She cocks her head in the direction of a brown paper bag. I take a peak inside, and retrieve a few items, dildo, a tube of lube, and a frilly pair of handcuffs.
God. Blood pounds in my veins, and I study her. Ava Wall, nee Colbert.
As sexy as when I first met her, many years ago, after a lecture I gave on real estate property. She was done with a meeting at the hotel, when she accidentally walked into my lecture, and stood at the back, listening.
Can I forgive her? Truly get over the trust she broke?
She chews on her lower lip, fidgeting her fingers the way she does when she’s unsure. An invisible band tightens around my chest. If I keep behaving the way I have, I’ll lose her. No woman can stick around a distant man for long—not when they’re hot and willing.
“Remove your night gown,” I demand.
She slides it off, and in a swoosh, layers of silk pool at her delicate feet, leaving her naked except for the G-string that doesn’t hide much. My mouth waters as I stare at her pink pussy, her female cream already glistening through the sheer fabric. She shaved for me—completely. She leaves no doubt she wants to please me, an idea I quite like.
“Underwear off,” I say, my voice coarse.
She wriggles out of it and tosses it to the side. I catch a whiff of her womanly scent and push it in, reveling in her heady aroma.
She’s at my absolute control. We always fucked hard, but never indulged in toys or crap outside the vanilla stuff. Well, that changes tonight. Tonight, I’m making her pay for all the shit she put me through. Tonight, I’m taking back what’s mine.
3
Ava
I fightthe instinct to fold my hands over my body and protect myself. This is what I wanted, right? To evoke some response in the man I agreed to spend the rest of my life with. He looks at me with a dark emotion in his green eyes, and I don’t know if he wants to fuck me or leave me for good.
“Go to bed, and get on all fours,” he says, his voice dropping an octave like he’s about to lose control.
A thrill of excitement runs through me, sensitizing me from head to toe. I follow his lead, and climb on the king-sized bed, assuming the doggie style position. The AC kicks in, a cold draft caressing my skin and causing goose bumps on my arms. I hear him moving about in the room, and pick up the bag I brought. Hhmm… I clear my throat, adamant on giving him the power he needs. It’s what this is all about, isn’t it?
He nudges my cheeks apart, and his touch ignites a fire in my belly. Unlike other times, he doesn’t try to seductively coax me into opening my legs for him. He’s taking, and soon rubs the tip of his massive cock into my already drenching folds. I shouldn’t be wet with such poor foreplay, but desire has been simmering in my blood, latent, lurking.
“You little slut,” he says gravelly.
I don’t know if he’s insulting me as part of game or because deep down he still doesn’t forgive me for what I did. But it doesn’t matter, a fresh coat of cream slides down my folds, and I clear my throat, aroused and intrigued. He never called me any names of this nature before—will our relationship shift after tonight?
He swaps my ass, his hand strong and heavy, branding my skin. I yelp, surprised, and look behind my shoulder to see him studying my ass, with a glint of dark desire in his green eyes. “I barely touch you, and you’re already soaking wet. Your cunt is drenched in cream, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes.”
“Doesn’t take you long.”
“Does that mean I’m not a challenge anymore? Because I come easily?” I say, with a pang of amusement, desperate to dispel from the tension clawing into my throat.
He circles my other cheek with his hand, warming my skin, sending a thrill of delightful sensations through me. “Nah. You’re still a challenge, my little slut.”
The insult pierces through me, and I can almost taste the bitterness in his voice. I shouldn’t find any pleasure in this… demeaning approach, but my nipples are hard, aching for his attention as a hot stir forms in my breast. My pussy tingles, inner walls throbbing for release. It’s been too long.
The rush of blood makes me lightheaded.
He delivers another smack to my ass, and I jerk forward, but he quickly pins me back to the original position on all fours. A hot wave spreads across my behind, a mix of ache with excitement. This is… unexpected, and I want more of it even if I don’t completely understand my emotions.
