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“Of course, I’m fucking complaining. You’re not really selling marriage to you.”
“What would you prefer, princess? A vanilla husband who treats you with kid gloves. Someone who places you high on a pedestal and worships you from below. A man like Jefferson, perhaps, who acts a certain way with you and then screws around behind your back in the filthiest of ways.”
I lean forward. “When he returns to your bed at night, you’ll always wonder where he’s been. As he fucks you, you won’t know if his cock has been used already that day and what sewer he put it in. Your life will be built on lies and one-way mirrors. You will become disillusioned and seek membership to clubs like the Banned Room. You’ll both lead separate lives and put on a united front of respectability.”
“Are you saying life with you would be different from that?” She leans closer and I feel her breath as she whispers, “What would marriage be like with you, Matteo?”
Hearing my name fall from her lips is not unpleasant and she whispers huskily, “I’m certain you just described your own version of marriage. Endless whores and broken promises. Using your wife like a sex toy and then leaving her to be grateful for that while you carry on with your day. Marriage to you would suck, which is why I’m glad this is a temporary arrangement and I’m the lucky one who will walk away and take charge of my own life when you’ve got what you want.”
She leans back and stares at me with a hint of triumph and it makes me smile, something that obviously takes her by surprise.
She’s even more surprised when I move and take the seat beside her and turn her face to mine, loving how her beautiful eyes sparkle with lust.
Leaning forward, I rest my lips against hers and whisper, “What if I never let you go?”
She pulls back with a start, and I tighten my grip, forcing her to stare into my eyes.
“What if you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a wife, and I decide to keep you?”
I dip in and suck her lower lip into my mouth and bite down gently, her small groan adding fuel to the fire as I set my tongue free inside her mouth, sweeping it against hers, wrapping it in possession, capturing her soft moans and locking them inside.
As I kiss my wife, I find one taste is just not enough, which surprises me. I don’t kiss women; I fuck them and I never realized how much pleasure a simple kiss can give you. Even when I fucked Diana, kissing didn’t mean much. It was always a good hard fuck somewhere hidden, and I suppose that was part of the excitement. Abigail, however, is the sweetest treat that a man like me is told to stay away from. Respectable, an all-American girl, destined for greatness and life in a gilded cage. Heading up charity fundraisers and bearing the next generation of politicians and businessmen. If she has daughters, they will be raised in her image to be every bit as entitled as she is.
That is what makes her the sweetest treat to enjoy because it’s forbidden to a man like me and I suppose that’s the attraction for her too. One wild dance with the local bad boy to pack away in her memory box so she can remember the one time in her life she veered off the rails.
CHAPTER12
ABIGAIL
Ican’t help myself. I want him so badly. It’s like the worst he treats me, the more I want him, telling me I must have been a masochist in a previous life because the harder it is, the more it turns me on.
His gentle kisses are at odds with his treatment of me and right at this moment, I am happy to enjoy some tenderness for once. I’ve kissed men before, but nothing like this. I’m astonished how my desire drips beneath me and my heart races and my body gravitates to his, desperate for whatever contact it can get. The way my mind races as I consider the possibilities and, more than anything, the need to be naked and restrained while he dominates my body.
Last night showed me a world I want to explore at my leisure. The fact it was dark, and I was face down and tied to a bench, stripped away any shame I had. At that moment I was free, which is a joke when you consider the position I was in. It was as if it wasn’t real and there were no repercussions. Nobody knew who I was, and I could walk away knowing I may never see them again. Sex with a stranger was liberating, but knowing it was sex withhimtook it to a whole different level.
Now I’m keen to revisit the experience and so, as he kisses me, I give him back more. I want him to ruin me for any other man because the men in my life are nothing like him. Safe, boring and manipulative. Respectable on the outside, but rotten to the core. Matteo wears that badge with pride for all to see, his danger evident for the world to shy away from. I am dancing close to the flame, and I love it when it burns, so I whisper against his lips, “Just so you know, you don’t scare me.”
His soft laugh rests against my lips and he whispers huskily, “Then you’re a fool.”
“Maybe.”
I grin as he whispers, “I will ruin you, Abigail Kensington.”
“I can’t fucking wait, Mr. Ortega.”
His low laugh makes me smile and I’m almost disappointed when he pulls away and stares at me long and hard. If anything, his expression is confused and I note the shutters come down as he says roughly, “Get some sleep.”
He stands and heads to the rear of the aircraft, leaving me with a warm glow inside. Yes, Matteo Ortega may think he has the measure of me, but he didn’t count on one thing. I’m loving every second of this and whatever he does in the name of breaking me will in fact have the opposite effect. He will empower me because I never liked the old me anyway, and it’s time to break her apart and rebuild her stronger, more in control and a woman who knows her own mind and doesn’t do anything just because she’s told to.
* * *
Matteo leavesme alone for the rest of the flight and I use my time to discard the dress and freshen up in the insane bathroom that is the height of luxury on a plane. When I study my reflection, I note the difference almost immediately.
The eyes that stare back at me are bright and full of life. The slight flush to my skin was placed there by the man outside and, if I’m not mistaken, I appear more confident and less jaded.
Is this what happens when a girl becomes a woman? Something inside her switches and she is at peace with the world. I’ve changed and I’m giving full credit for that to my new husband because from the moment I met him, I felt a connection I’m keen to explore further.
Even when the stranger took me into that room, I was prepared to do anything to sate the thirst my meeting with Matteo had stirred. I was even picturing him in the man’s place, and I wonder if my experience would have been as memorable if I had allowed that man to strip me of my innocence.
