Page 54 of The Wrong Wife


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Knight

"The fuck?" I glare at her. "Why did you do that?"

"Because you were holding back."

I hardly felt that slap, but my ego insists I obtain an answer. I stiffen, then lower my eyebrows. "Tell me you didn’t do that to provoke me."

"I did it to provoke you."

I chuckle. "You do not mean that."

"Oh, yes, I do." She nods.

"You’re trying to get a rise out of me on purpose?"

"Because I don’t want you to go soft on me."

"You wouldn’t like it if I showed you what I really want to do with you."

"I thought you were done hiding from me?"

"I’m not hiding. I’m protecting you."

"And I don’t want to be protected. I want you to show me who you really are."

This girl. She has no idea what she’s asking of me. I peer into her features, and once more, I see her heart in her eyes. Why can’t she, for once, show me she’s thinking of something other than me? How can someone so generous possibly want me so much? How can someone who is so honest, so real, so everything I’m not, always show me just how wrong I am for her in every way? How can I go through with this, knowing how much I’m going to hurt her? How can I afford not to when everything in me wants to own her, possess her, make her mine… even if it’s for one night only?

"You’re not ready for it," I growl.

Her lips curve. "You mean, you’re not ready for it, don’t you?"

"Fucking hell, you’re pushing me."

"Not enough because you’re still talking to me and—" She gasps as I push my substantial erection into the gap between her legs.

"You ready to take all of me, baby? You ready to have my monster cock inside of you?"

She swallows. A look of uncertainty creeps into her eyes.

"That’s what I thought. Let me be the judge of what is and isn’t right for you."

She looks away, then back at me. "I… I know I’m inexperienced, but I want you to have my virginity."

"And I cannot understand why."

"Because… Because I know you’ll be good for me."

I chuckle, but the sound is without humor. "I’m not good for anyone. Not for myself, or my family and friends, and definitely, not for you."

She raises her gaze to mine, then presses her hand to my cheek. A shudder rolls down my back. Something in my heart cracks. Before I can stop myself, I’ve turned my head into her palm and kissed it. Fucking hell, she’s getting through to me. She’s making me get in touch with the man I once was inside, and… I’m not sure I like it. I’m not ready to let go of the rage that occupies every part of me… yet. I’m not ready to let go of her, either… Not for tonight.

I lower her legs to the ground, and once I’m sure she has her balance, I step back. She looks at me with surprise, and I wrap my fingers around her wrist and walk her over to the bed. I turn her around to face me and apply pressure on her shoulder, so she sinks down onto the bed.

"Spread your legs." I infuse enough authority into my voice that she flushes. Then she parts her plump thighs, exposing the pink flesh between them. I plant myself between her legs, wrenching them apart further. She bites down on her lower lip, and a surge of satisfaction fills me. This…is what I want. To please her. To delight her. To hold her and caress her. To spank her and dominate her such that her pleasure escalates. To take her to the edge, so when I let her come, she’ll remember the orgasm for the rest of her life. I sink down to my knees, and her gaze widens. I hook one arm under her thigh and throw her leg—stiletto in place— over my shoulder.

She looks at me open-mouthed. "What are you doing?" she asks in a high-pitched voice.

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