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“I hate that I told you that story.” I mean it. He never stops teasing me about it.
“I hate that I picked you up that night,” he says scathingly.
And just like that my throat tightens so hard that I can’t swallow against it. Hurt—pure, unadulterated savage pain—eviscerates me. I bite the inside of my mouth until blood blooms on my tongue. Still, I can’t swallow it. I feel like I’m going to choke. I can’t look away from the cold mercury of his eyes. Devastation wraps around me, sending me into a spiral of desolation I can’t see my way out of. The vulnerability of my situation is not lost on me. I’m naked, while he is fully clothed. I was making a joke, while he’s ready to flay me alive with his words and his body.
“I need you to let me up.” I try to make it sound hard, but it doesn’t. It sounds like a plea for the opposite. Like I’m begging him to plunder me.
“No.” If anything, his body hardens more.
“Let me go, Mathias.”
Something flickers in his eyes. Something primal. “Never. You’re mine.” He bends his head, inhaling along my neck. “I can smell your fear. See your pulse ticking in your throat. I can scent you now, you know that? I can smell your pussy, too. It gets sweeter the more afraid you are—wetter, too. This doesn’t happen to every girl. Uh-uh, just special ones like you. The kind who gets off on the way I’m going to treat you, punish you.”
“N-no. I don’t want this, Mathias.” I try to push against the hard wall of his chest. He’s unmovable.
“Your pussy says different.” He smirks, grabbing my arms, pulling them high above my head, holding my wrists together in a tight fist.
That’s when I make the mistake of bucking against him. Instead of having the desired effect of jostling him enough to unsettle him, I only succeed in drawing his hard dick deeper between my legs. He grunts, pressing hard at my entrance.
“I see you need fucking, wife.” He licks the soft indention of my neck, then sucks me there—hard. With my toes curling, my pussy flooding, I arch into him, bringing his still-clothed dick inside as far as it can with a barrier between us.
He starts fucking me, still covered. “Grind that hot little pussy on me, girl.”
Rolling my hips, I do as my husband demands. It doesn’t matter in that moment how we came to be; it doesn’t matter that he hates me; all that matters is that he’s mine, and right now, when it matters, we fit.
“That’s it, pretty darling.” Pumping his hips, he meets me, hitting my clit and grinding hard against my opening like he’s trying to fight his way in.
“Ohmygoodness,” I keen, coming apart in the arms of a man who says he wished he never picked me up. I’ll hate myself for my weakness just as soon as I catch my breath, but right now?
He rises to his knees, unzipping his pants. He grips my head and drags me into a sitting position. “Open your mouth, little wife.” As soon as I do, he’s pumping hot come in my mouth. His hand tightens in my curls. Holds it there. His molten gray eyes shine bright as he looks down at me, my mouth filled with his passion. “Swallow,” he demands. I do. “Such a good little cumslut.”
His mouth devours mine. Groaning against the taste of himself, he sucks my tongue into his mouth. I moan against the flavor of him mingled with his essence on my tongue. Pulling him to me I suck his tongue into my mouth. We eat at each other. My heart pounds. Somehow, I always knew it would be like this between us.
Cupping my face, he slows the kiss until he’s placing soft ones on my lips, cheeks, eyes. He looks at me for a long time, his face a myriad of emotions. Pulling away like it’s costing him everything he looks away.
“We have to get ready for an interview. You don’t have to wear the clothes Nat brought. But you need to find a suitable alternative within the hour.”
After walking over to the dresser he placed his personal items, he gets his wallet. “Here.” He hands me his black card. “Get whatever you need. I’ve already had you added to all my accounts.”
Unable to hold his gaze, I take it and place it in my lap. In that moment I want more than anything to erase the awkwardness between us. It shouldn’t be like this. He’s my best friend. Now my husband. We can’t—at least I can’t—go on like this, having sex with someone who hates me.
“I’m sorry about everything, Mathias,” I whisper, looking down, not even sure why I’m saying it. I didn’t do it. Joi did for reasons known only to her, but she used me to do it. Now, for some reason, I feel like it’s on me to make it right.
I learned a long time ago, forgiving people who’ve done you wrong is a bad idea, he told me once when some mean girls from Shelby Academy apologized and invited me to the lake. Because of his advice, I didn’t go and later found out from Nebraska they’d planned to take me out there and leave me. Lesson learned.
A shadow looms over me. I can’t bring myself to look up. He drops to his haunches. “Hey.”
I look up to stormy gray eyes tangled with emotion.
“Let’s start fresh, yeah?”
Now it’s my turn to look at him for a long time. Maybe he’s not willing to throw our friendship away. Maybe we have a chance.
“Okay.” I smile, my heart easing for the first time since this bomb was dropped in my life.
“Alright, I have calls to make.” Rising, he kisses my forehead before heading out into the living area.
Rolling off the bed, I grab my phone, then scroll until I find the icon I’m looking for.
