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“Was?”
I lift a single shoulder. “Was. Am. Does it matter?”
Her bottom lip tips out in indifference. “And?”
“And what?”
“You said a few things. What else?”
I look away, scratching the back of my neck. “Sia.”
“Pleasetell me. I want to know if I can fix it.”
I rub my left eye. “I’m an asshole, and it doesn’t matter.”
“It matters to me.”
“Thisshouldn’t.”
“Diego.” She leans forward, coming up onto her knees in front of me. “Please tell me.”
“You’ve already had a wedding night,” I rush out. “I’m not a hearts-and-flowers kinda guy, which is probably what Charles Lincoln gave you. I didn’t want a comparison of how little I offered you in contrast to him.”
“The flowers weren’t me,” she tells me, but I already knew that. She was as surprised by the whole fanfare as I was. “And that doesn’t make you an asshole.”
“I hated that another man had you first.” There, I said it. “I didn’t imagine I’d get married, but if I had to, I assumed I’d own every one of my wife’s firsts. I want to claim you, Sia. I’ve told you that. But you’ve already been claimed, and it made my blood fuckingboil. It still does.”
“Diego,” she murmurs. “I…it’s not…you should know—”
“What was I going to do?” I continue, not letting her speak. “Ask you if he fucked you in the ass and then demand you let me fuck you there as a way to claim you as mine and only mine?”
Her eyes widen, and I hate how my cock hardens, knowing the shock in her stare tells me everything I need to know. Her anal virginity remains untouched and mine to claim.
This is bad. I should get up and leave before I’m tempted to do something stupid.
But I don’t. Instead, I push forward, and she drops back. Climbing over her body, I look down at her pretty face, and she stares up at me, her breathing quick and sharp under my scrutiny.
“Would you have given it to me, my deceitful wife?”
She opens her mouth, but I slide two fingers between her lips to stop her from talking.
“Would you have let me play with the ass I’ve fantasized about for over a year? Would you have let me drag my tongue over your tight hole until you were panting my name? Would you have let me stretch you with my fingers and make you find pleasure like you never imagined existedbefore I stuffed your sweet ass full of my cock and made you choke on your own fucking breath?”
Her tongue pushes against my fingers in her mouth, and I groan.
“Yes or no?”
She nods, and I tip my head back, growling at the ceiling. “You can’t say shit like that, Sia. You say shit like that, and I might be forced to act on it.”
I right my neck, staring into her hazel eyes.
Hand circling my wrist, she pushes my fingers deeper into her mouth. Then without missing a beat, she sucks.
I drag my fingers out of her mouth, drawing them over her lips and down her chin.
“Do it,” she whispers. “Take what you want from me, Diego.”
Something snaps inside me. The thread of control I held, the bridge of resistance I forced between us, buckled under her throaty plea.
