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My voice is a snarl. “Careful. Don’t go there. I can only tell you so many times that you made this bed yourself?—”
“Dante,” she continues, looking triumphant. “I don’t have to be careful at all.You’rethe one who needsmein order to keep this place.”
I chuckle darkly. “That’s not the mic drop you think it is. It’s not exactly a state secret. What I fucking want right now is an answer from my fuckingwife. Why the fuck are you pretending to be Taylor and coming back here to private fucking rooms with?—”
“I’m not your wife.”
Jesus, this woman’sconstantneed to sass back. There’s a burning desire in me to put her on her knees right now and fill that mouth with something other than her need to have the last word.
“Our marriage certificate suggests otherwise.”
“I’m not talking about a piece of paper, Dante,” Tempest spits back. “I’m talkingreallybeing married, the way two people usually are. That isn’t us by a fucking mile.”
“Why, because I haven’t bought you flowers?” I snap. “Are you wanting breakfast in fucking bed?!”
She glares coldly at me.
“Elaborate for me, Tempest. Should we get a fucking dog together? Is there a lack of back rubs in your life?!”
“Please,” she laughs coldly, rolling her eyes. “You barely touch me.”
The room goes silent. Tempest’s back snaps tight, her eyes widening and her face turning pink as the full weight of what she’s just said hits her. My lips curl dangerously as I move closer to her. She shivers, her breath hitching as I reach up and take her jaw, tilting her face up to mine.
“Isthatwhat this is about?”
“Get away from me?—”
She whimpers as I hook two fingers from my other hand into the front waist of her lacy black panties, pulling them toward me.
“Is that it, Tempest?” I growl quietly. I lower my mouth to hers, darting to the side at the last second and relishing the way she bites her bottom lip as I hover by her ear. “Do you just need to getfucked?”
A soft whimper half escapes her mouth before she tries to bite it back. Her body trembles under my touch, and I grit my teeth.
‘Is that what you wanted fromhim?”
“Why?” she sneers quietly, pulling her face back and levelling her eyes with mine. “Jealous, Dante?”
I chuckle darkly. “No, little hurricane,” I murmur. “Not jealous.”
She moans as I suddenly grab a fistful of her hair and tug, forcing her face to look up at mine at the exact moment my handslips into her panties. My fingers sink between her slick, velvety lips, and curl deep in her hot, messy little cunt.
“In charge,” I rasp into her ear. “You’re inmy househere, and you’ll play by the house rules, because they’remy fucking rules. And I’ll have your obedience,wife—either standing proud and tall, or on your knees, or over mine.”
She shivers, her breath coming ragged as I roughly thrust my two fingers in and out of her eager little pussy. Her slickness coats my hand, the wet squelching sounds music to my ears as I bite down hard on her earlobe.
“In this case, Tempest,” I growl. “I’m going to make the choice for you. And since you can’t seem to stop with that fuckingmouthof yours, I’m going to have to fill it with something.”
Her legs start to shake as I finger her faster and grind my palm harder against her throbbing clit.
“So get on your fuckingknees, baby girl,” I murmur. “And then look up, open those pretty lips, and sayplease, unless you want me to spank your ass until you can’t sit for a fucking week. Are. We. Clear?”
She whimpers, panting and trembling as I finger her pussy toward release. I slide my other hand down her back, hooking a finger under the tiny little triangle of lace at the back of her thong and letting it slide down between the tight globes of her ass. Tempest stiffens, her breath catching. When she moans as my fingers tease over her tight little puckered hole, I groan to myself.
“Answer me, little hurricane.”
There’s no way she can. Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth falls open as I start to swirl my fingertip around her asshole as my two other fingers curl deep against her g-spot. My palm rubs against her throbbing clit, and my cock swells to iron as I feel her body quiver and tense.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”
