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So now, I’ve decided I’m making my own rules for this, and those include asking him questions. We’ll see how that goes because, so far, it doesn’t seem to be well received.
“Anything else you wish to know?” he asks.
“Everything,” I state confidently.
“Claire?” he asks.
Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “No secrets, Coleman. I’m your wife. I think that after earlier, we can just be ourselves. I already know what you’re capable of, essentially what your family is about. So let’s cut the shit, and honestly, secrets and you walking out of rooms on the phone for secret calls stress me out.”
His eyes widen. He takes half a step forward, extending his arm as his fingers curl around the front of my throat. I tilt my head back to give him more of my throat to squeeze, and he does. My sore center tingles, my body knowing that when he wraps his fingers around my throat, it automatically means I’m going to come soon.
“You don’t get to dictate that,” he grinds out.
I can’t help but smile up at him. He isn’t holding me so tightly that I can’t speak. So I take the moment to say something. I’m not sure where the gusto has come from, but it’s here, and I’m going to try and have a backbone when it comes to this man.
“But I do, Coleman. I truly do.”
“How do you figure?”
He arches a brow, a cocky smirk playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling as he watches me, and I know without a doubt he’s hard right now. If I reached out, I would feel his hard length pressing against the zipper of his pants.
Coleman may want to be completely in control, but I know he enjoys verbally sparring. He wants to spar just enough that he dominates but feels as if he’s won something. My father could be the same way, so I know how to play that game, but with Coleman, it’s much more fun than it ever was with my father.
With Coleman, I’m pretty positive that he won’t publicly humiliate me the way my father would if I argued or defied him. He won’t find something to take from me, something that I love, for not doing exactly what he expects of me. He won’t slap me across my face.
But then again, maybe he will.
I don’t know him well enough to know what he’ll do to me if I provoke him—if I poke the bear.
I do know that he’ll kill.
He’s capable of that and probably a million other things as well.
“I’m your wife, and you’re falling for me. You like what I offer, and I think you want me as your partner, not just your plaything.”
His eyes widen, and he stares at me in shock, but that expression fades almost instantly. Humor replaces the look, maybe even a little pride mixed in with it. His fingers flex around my throat, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes as a shiver of desire slides down my entire body.
As if he knows that I’m primed and ready for his touch, Coleman reaches out and grips my sheet, pulling it away from my body. Then, without pausing, his hand is between my legs, and two fingers slide through my folds.
“Wet,” he rasps. “You like standing up to me. You want to see my reaction. You want me to fuck you into submission, don’t you?”
I can’t speak. His hand is gripping my throat too tightly. I want even more, though. I crave his touch, his slight bite of pain—everything.
“Yeah, you fucking do, hummingbird,” he grinds out, slipping two fingers inside of me. He curls those fingers and begins to make a come-hither motion. “You like it. Fucking hell.”
His words come out on a groan, and he shifts forward, placing his forehead against mine as his fingers continue to move between my legs.
I spread my legs, and my back arches as he continues to move between my legs, over and over, his fingers moving and then his thumb finding my clit, and it’s all over for me. I’m sore, I’m overly sensitive, and I never want to feel any other way than this.
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, loosening his hold on my throat.
“So close,” I breathe.
“Fuck yes, you are. Come on my fingers. You’re so warm and wet, my bride. So fucking perfect.”
His words are murmurings that land on my ears like a whisper in the wind. I gasp, and then it happens. His thumb presses against my clit harder, his fingers tightening around my throat, and I come. It rushes through me. It’s almost painful, but I love every single second of it.
In the next breath, his hands are gone, and I feel his length buried inside of me. He doesn’t even lay me down on my back. Instead, he bends his knees and fucks me. I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, my legs spread wide, his hands gripping my waist as he moves in and out of me hard and fast.
