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“I thought you’d be scared.”
“I was, then I figured it’s just sex. I want to be the kind of woman who can enjoy it without getting my feelings involved. And you will be such a good teacher, right?”
“It will be my honor, darling. Pleasuring you is one of my roles as your husband. Your confidence has me so hard, I want to fuck you even more. But there’s something you will have to accept in order for this to work.”
“Which is?” I lean forward. I’m so high on my confidence, I feel unstoppable.
“You want sex? I’ll give you that. I’m just glad you moved past the unrealistic expectation that I’d give you more than that. And know that this will be just for you—I enjoy a different type of sex.”
My heart twitches with his cool demeanor. He fists his hand in my hair, tugging my head back. “I have my family and my priorities straight, and everything I do serves a purpose. Are you a challenge? Absolutely. But I’ll invest time and have patience because we’re married. For life.”
“What are you getting at?”
“I congratulate you on being smart enough and brave enough to deal with me, but it doesn’t change the fact that you are mine. You have a role to fulfill and I’m not a horny teenager who can’t keep it in his pants. I will never demand sex, nor beg for it, do you hear me? You come, I confess. You undress, we fuck. If you didn’t want that, I wouldn’t cry about it.”
Ah, his default attitude. The second anything rattles him, he reverts to being a jerk.
“Still, you want to fuck me. What’s it like knowing I won’t be one of your sex toys, so eager to pleasure you?”
“Love, you will be the one begging to be my good little slut.”
The air is thick with carnal tension. Our eyes lock. Vivid emotions sparkle in hers. My grip on her hair loosens, and I brush my nose against her cheek, inhaling her and all that maddening sweetness. She needs to be sure if this is what she wants. Once I have a feel of her, I doubt I will be able to hold back.
“You can leave if you want to.”
She pushes herself off the counter, and halfway to the door, she says over her shoulder, “Husband, between the two of us, I’m not the coward.”
I am positive no human being has ever frustrated me like my Violet. One moment, she’s all soft; the next she shows her claws. It’s like she’s two people. I don’t know which one I want more.
I peel my turtleneck off to calm this fiery need. Her gaze dips down my stomach in a slow perusal that pumps up my satisfaction.
“Do you like what you see?”
Startled, she gulps, waving me off.
“Let’s get this over with.”
It’s almost cute; she comes to me thinking she’s in control. By the end of the night, she’ll know better.
“You’ll see and feel a lot more of me tonight,” I say, cupping my cock through my pants while she watches me in a trance.
She mumbles something that sounds like big AA under her breath.
“Surely one of those A’s is for asshole. And the other?”
“Arrogant.”
Quite fitting. I take a step toward her, and she falls on the bed. Caging her in, I lower my head and whisper along her neck where goose bumps spread. “My confessions before were nothing in comparison.”
A flash of apprehension crosses her eyes. She should be scared. I wonder if the relationship she’s built with her father will remain intact. He gave her to a killer dressed in custom-made suits.
“Something to drink?” I ask.
“No, I want to be sober for this.”
“Suit yourself.”
Propping my back against the headboard, I link my hands behind my neck. My cock has never been so eager to be inside someone. Why do I make deals? Because they make the world go round.
