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I walk straight to what I assume is his room based on my layout upstairs and pound on the door. He opens it, angry already, shocker of shockers. He’s in just his undershirt and suit pants and socks.
Wait.
He’s only in socks.
It’s the strangest, most human thing I’ve ever seen.
“What? Why are you down here?” Oh right,asshole.
“What was that tonight?” He sighs, but I go on. “You haven’t been in the military, you don’t even carry a gun! How do you know how to do that!”
“The official story is that I was taught by my guards. The unofficial story is that I was in an underground fight club in college. Now, go to bed.” He starts to close the door on me, but I pound it back and walk through. His brows shoot up in obvious surprise.
“And the other thing? With Zeno?”
His brows crash back down. “What thing?”
“You said we’d be direct,husband.”I try to say the word with as much bile as he sayssweetheart.
“Fine, my inner caveman came out to play because that moronic thug was showing such disrespect, hanging all over you right in front of me. So what?”
“So what! You told me to start preparing for my happily ever after with someone else, and then you, you, you cockblocked me!” His demeanor changes from mild irritation to silent rage. He steps toward me and I back up further into the room instinctually.
His voice is low and rough. “I’mcockblockingyou?Actually, that’s probably the reason I went all neanderthal in the first place, that I need a good hard fuck, which is hard to do with your stipulations and rules and your constant nagging presence.”
“Constant presence?” I say, still huffing but softer now, afraid what might happen if we go back to yelling at this point. “Mark, I never even see you.”
“Yeah, but you’ve made yourself known, haven’t you? Changing my clothes, changing my home, leaving notes. I don’t even smell the same. You’re fucking everywhere.”
“And you’re nowhere.” I say quickly. “Zeno all over me was like an oasis in the desert. I…he…A mafioso I was ready for, demanding, passionate, wild, unpredictable, even violent. You’re just…”
His nostrils flare. “Just what?”
“Just…absent. Before tonight, I hadn’t felt the hands of another human being, since the anniversary party, Mark. I haven’t been touched in weeks.”
He steps closer again, the air between us violent with anticipation. “You want to be touched?”
“Yes.” I say, meaning it. I look up at him, square in the eyes, ready.
“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Eleanna.”
“I do.”
“You don’t.” He steps in again until I’m backed up against a small desk. He slowly moves a hand and I feel him reach out in every cell of my body. The anticipation is like nothing I’ve ever known or even dreamed. I am panting as I watch his hand come up, then back.
He grabs my ponytail. He inhales, studying me while wrapping the cords of hair around his fist. There’s a hard pull then, lifting my chin up. “If we’re going to touch, it’s going to be my way. My rules. You don’t want that.”
“Don’t I?” I whisper. “You don’t think I have any needs?”
“I won’t be meetingyourneeds, I’ll be meeting mine.” He releases my hair and in one fast move turns me around, grabs me from behind, and pulls me into him, like he did earlier tonight. Except I feel his hot breath at my ear this time. His voice is miles deeper than normal and barely above a whisper. I melt internally, deep down, at the sound of it. “You want me to touch you like the others? Like a nameless, faceless means to an end? You want me to use you?”
“Yes,” I say, registering how crazed I sound. I should hide it, play harder to get probably, but I’ve imagined this in my mind a million times. Him finally losing it. Finally putting his strong hands on me, all over me. Just with his changed voice, his breath on my neck, I’m already soaked and throbbing.
“You want me,” His fingertips slowly slide up my arms to my shoulders. “To rip,” He grabs the gathered fabric of my dress and rips the top of my dress down. “Your pretty clothes off?” His hands are like actual flames in contrast to the cold air washing over my entire exposed torso, since I didn’t wear a bra tonight.
“Say it, Eleanna. Say you want me to play with you…” he moves his hands down and grips both of my breasts, hard. “Like my own personal little toy?”
I cry out the word, whether from shock or pain or need, I’m not sure. “Yes!”
