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I smiled—the smile that delighted in her cancerous jealousy that would drive her absolutely insane. "Cade needs to get Sweet settled in, and I have things to take care of."
"Sweet? What is she? A fucking stripper or prostitute?" Nikki asked with disgust.
"Maybe." I glanced over to my Sweet One, whose hurt grew every moment. It made my stomach clench. I needed her hatred, her misery, not her sadness. I couldn't turn back on my actions though, so I would use this opportunity to its fullest, and everyone would receive the punishment deserved. I released my wife. "You and I will celebrate our five years together soon."
Her tone held venom. "Where willSweetbe staying?"
There was only one place she could be punished with the solitude that drove her mad. "The guest house."
Nikki and Cade both cast me questioning glances. It was the house my younger brother had stayed in before Sweet's brother was part of a foreign mission that killed him while he was with Katya visiting family. I hadn't been there since before my brother's funeral.
My wife's mouth opened in protest. Of course, she would protest. I gave her a light peck, then went to the table behind her and took the large bouquet of crimson roses with the anniversary card and gave them to Cade. "Liven the quarters with these, and take some food for the refrigerator," I said with a tone of indifference.
Instead of saying a goodbye, I left for my study on the other side of my home. No matter how beautiful and large it appeared, it was empty of all the things that mattered. Once inside, I headed to the small counter with plenty of choices of alcohol and filled a glass with ice and a heavy dose of whiskey then went to the desk, intent on not thinking about either woman.
Sweet remained in my mind, stronger with every sip of alcohol. I leaned forward and let my elbows slam painfully to the table, and my head fell into my hands. I just needed another high-profile bounty to preoccupy me. I needed to remember who and what she was.
After checking my emails and the list of people who had prices on their heads, I chose a man from Sweet's homeland in a distant city. Maybe in a few days, I would bring him back for her to kill, so I could see the despair she deserved.
I didn’t truly want to cause that despair, though. The thought made me all the more furious. I should hate her and demand my justice for the things she hadn’t, and had, done.
As I sat back in my chair with the glass tipped to drink the remainder of whiskey, the door opened. In stepped my wife in a black lingerie set I bought her soon after she told me she was pregnant.
"You haven't been eating enough," I said. In her fancy clothing earlier, and the way she'd been standing, Sweet probably didn't even get to see the bump well enough to know what it was.
"It's not even four months, and I still work out." She rubbed her stomach.
The thing that pissed me off the most was the years I spent convincing her to have a child. The only reason she caved was because of how distanced I became. She would have lost this life of luxury, which meant more than the fear of losing her hourglass figure that could turn the heads of holy men.
My gaze roved over her beautiful body as she sauntered into the room. I poured more whiskey into my glass and took another long drink. I needed to fuck, god did I need to fuck after all my thoughts of the woman in the guest house.
Sweet would give me a child—one that would actually be mine—and she'd love every minute of fucking me. Maybe then she would receive redemption for when she told my sister to kill herself and refused to help me. She cared about children, which was evident in the video that led me to Katya. The only time she'd shown courage.
"It's been months," my wife said as she came to stand in front of me with her stomach close to my face. When her hands went into my hair, I let my mind linger on my Sweet's touch. I let the small swell of Nikki’s stomach feel like my Sweet's would feel beneath my kiss, and when Nikki turned and lowered the panties from her perfect, creamy ass, I imagined Sweet presenting herself to me.
Hard as a rock, I jerked upright and spun my wife to the desk and bent her over it. I'd never mounted her hard. She'd never told me that was how she liked it. But I wouldn't be thinking of her, anyway.
After I yanked down the front of my pants, and my cock sprung free, I slammed into her lubed cunt. My Sweet would already be dripping to have me; not needing lube to aid her to pretend she wanted to fuck me.
Nikki gasped as I went deep and held her hips with a tight grip as I fucked her. This is how I'd fuck my other woman. This would have her moaning and clawing at sheets as I had her bent over, mewling for me and loving every moment.
The only problem was my wife's need to moan and say my name. I didn't want to hear her fucking voice. My dick couldn't stay hard with that voice calling my name.
I half thought she might slip up and say my brother's name with as much as it turned out she'd fucked him behind my back. And she thought I never found out; that I couldn't do the math of when I'd been out of town.
I pumped harder, squeezing tighter as I tried to drown out the fact that this was Nikki. Eventually, that became impossible. I leaned forward, bracing my hands to either side of her on the desk. "It’s been a hard few months." I kissed her shoulder. "I'm sure I'll bounce back."
"Of course," she said, turning onto her side to look up at me. She probably only feigned interest, anyway.
I needed to fuck someone I craved. "I'm going to find Cade, so we can plan a job."
She rolled onto her back. "At the guest house?"
Oh yes, the jealousy in her expression almost got me hard again. "It's time I go see the place again and check to make sure Sweet is adjusting."
Her tight smile held a venom that had me grinning.
"You aren't jealous of her, are you?" I took my glass of watered-down whiskey and stepped back so Nikki could stand.
