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“That wasn’t your decision to make, Alex. You may be my husband, but you do not have the right to hide things from me that could gravely affect my life.”
She leans back and I grab her waist harder, fearing that she is going to get up. Instead, taking me by surprise, the palm of her hand crashes across my face.
“I love you. I will always fucking love you,” her hand grips my jaw just below where she struck me, “but don’t you ever fucking lie to me about anything ever again.”
I smirk back at her. While I know it’s only going to further infuriate her, I cannot help myself, “You’re so fucking cute when you’re mad at me.”
Pulling her closer, I press my lips against hers and slide my tongue into her mouth. She takes it willingly and wrestles against it with her own. My cock grows beneath her, as though it’s drawn to the warmth of her cunt. Feeling it, she grinds her hips against me, rubbing herself up and down the length of my shaft.
Both of us breathing heavy, she pulls back from our kiss.
“Never fucking lie to me again, Alex.”
“Never,cerecita.”
“Good,” she climbs from my lap, “Andres will be down in a few minutes to help you upstairs.”
“What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?” I point at the tented sheet where her lap used to be.
She shrugs as she walks out the door, calling back, “See you upstairs, baby.”
twenty seven
ISABELLA
Flipping through the hangers in my closet, I settle on a cute, little T-shirt dress. Dropping my towel, I forgo undergarments and pull it over my head.
It’s a little childish, but I’ve spent the last few days tormenting Alex. Wearing his favorite negligées to bed and parading around the house panty-free in short, little dresses.
It’s amazing the number of things I keep dropping in front of him.
Apparently I’m such a klutz.
My actual anger with him was short-lived. Most of it had passed, while talking to Andres, in the days I thought I was going to lose Alex. While he didn’t tell me everything, he had told me enough that I had time to process things.
Although I was truly upset that he withheld such a significant thing from me, I also understand why he did it. He truly was trying to protect me. If things went wrong, there truly was nothing to connect me to that aspect of his life.
I love him for wanting to keep me safe.
Hearing him share every last detail of his secret life to me only solidified that. Even though most people would probably have freaked out learning that their husband has killed numerous men, that part surprisingly didn’t faze me.
I was never oblivious and have always known that Alex has a darker side to him. I saw it the first night that we met. It has shown itself in bits and pieces throughout our marriage, but never once toward me. There is nothing I could do to cause this man to lay a harmful hand on me.
Shit! He fucking smirked at me when I slapped him across the face.
Heading downstairs, I hear Alex on the phone in his office. I head to his office, after stopping in the kitchen to get him a cup of coffee. Walking to his side of the desk and placing the cup in front of him, I place a gentle kiss by his ear and whisper, “Good morning, baby.”
Considering he is still on the call and not wanting to interrupt, I turn to leave. His hand grabs my wrist, and he pulls me back onto his lap with a yelp.
He mutes the call before firmly gripping my jaw and turning my face to his.
“I’ve had just about enough of this shit,” he growls at me, “Fucking teasing me. Taunting me. Day and night.”
Keeping his grip on my jaw and staring into my eyes, he pulls me to his face as his free hand slides up my thigh.
“I’m still mad at you,” I snarl against his lips.
“You might be mad at me,” his whispers back against my lips as his hand slides under my dress until his fingers brush along my pussy, “but your cunt isn’t.”
