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Wrapping my arms around my midsection, Vincent’s attention skates over my attire, nostrils flaring when he realizes I’m virtually naked. A sheer robe draped over my shoulders is tied loosely around my waist. Nipples, now hardened in uncertainty, are clearly visible through the see-through material.
“What are you wearing?”
“I thought—” I start, but stop myself, my plan to seduce my husband having lost its appeal or more, its importance with the seemingly imminent eruption of his anger.
“You thought what, Bianca?”
He steps closer, and I tighten my robe, unsure of what to do with my hands.
“You thought what?” he yells, and I step back at the timbre in his voice. “You thought you’d push your whore friend on me and then dress like a fucking siren to push me over the edge?”
“Whore friend? What?” I stumble. “Who?”
He laughs, the sound void of any humor. “Your little whore hairdresser.” He moves closer again. “You had her throw herself at me for what?” He lifts his shoulders. “So you could accuse me of cheating? You’re so fixated on this stupid notion of me fucking other women.”
“Trixie?” I frown.
“Whatever her name is.” He flicks a hand dismissively in front of my face, my eyes catching on the black and silver of his rings.
“Trixie tried to fuck you?” I turn my attention back to his face.
“Your innocent act infuriates me.” His hands are in front of my face, fingers clenching into a half fist of frustration. “So many fucking lies.”
“She tried to fuck you?” I repeat, something I in no way understand wrapping itself around the very base of my spine, gripping its way up my vertebrae and forcing my chest to heave. “Did youdoit?”
He glowers at me.
Throwing the napkin on the table, I step forward. “Did youfuckher, Vincent? While you hold yourself out of reach for me, did you give in to the promise ofexperiencedpussy?”
“You’d like it if I did, wouldn’t you, wife?” he sneers.
“I’d fucking kill you if you did.” I lift my chin.
His eyelids lower, confusion setting itself into a straight line of his face. “You want me to believe you didn’t put her up to it?”
“Put her up to it?” I scream loud enough to make my voice crack. “Why the fuck would I do that?”
“I don’t know,” he bellows. “To stop me from wanting you.”
“Wanting me?” I open my arms out wide. “Why would I want to stop you from wanting me? I want you to fuckme,not her. It’syouwho keeps denyingme.”
“Because you’re a liar.”
I open my robe, my naked body no longer hidden by the sheer material. It’s free for his eyes to roam, to take in the part of me he still has yet to claim.
My body.
“Is this a lie? Is me serving you fucking dinner naked screaming at you that I don’t want you?”
“I know I could have your body, Bianca,” he condemns, making me feel cheap and unwanted. “It’s not enough.”
I slap him, his face slicing to the right from the force.
Turning back to me slowly, he runs his tongue over the top of his teeth. It’s frightening in the same way it turns me on.
I no longer know who I am. Or, more fittingly, who Iwas.Originally, the thought of marrying Vincent frightened me. But the second we found ourselves alone, a peace settled inside me, a sense of home claiming me.
“Stop tempting me,” he says, the threat rumbling through his throat as he reads the lust correctly in my eyes.
