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I just needherto see it for herself.
She chews on her cheek as she thinks. Finally, she shakes her head. “This is a sham of a marriage anyway. Why should I care if some woman flirts with you? Why should I care if you take her home and dress her up in lingerie, then take her right back out of it?”
Because Iwantyou to care.
“Because you want your friends to be safe,” I say instead. “Because you want to catch the person who tried to kill you yesterday. That won’t happen if you don’t play your part to perfection. This may be a sham to the two of us, but it’s real to everyone else. We have to make them believe it.”
“I don’t know how.” She presses a hand to her face. “I don’t know how to do this, Ivan. I’m in so far over my head. Two days ago, I was awaitress.Now, I’m…I’m…”
I can’t hold myself back anymore. Seeing her here, in this place, with that confused flush in her cheeks matching the flush on her collarbone…
I want her every bit as badly as I did the night we met.
I stride closer and pin her against the wall. “Mine,” I finish for her in a breathy growl. “You’re fuckingmine.”
Her pupils eat away the green of her irises. “What? I can’t. We’re not—”
I press my lips to the curve of her neck just below her ear. “It’s all pretend, Cora. Settle back and enjoy the charade.”
She shivers when I grip her hip. I let my fingers spread out across the swell of her body, claiming as much of her as I possibly can. I hike up her dress and shove those panties roughly aside, then brush my finger through her arousal. She’s already slick for me, dripping.
I want her—no, Ineedher—to start embracing her position at my side and the power it brings. The best position is whichever one allows me to bury my dick inside her sweet body, but there’s far more to it she hasn’t even begun to tap into.
“You’re mine,” I remind her, rubbing my thumb over her clit. She sucks in another trembling breath and I feel her grind against my hand. She tries to do it subtly, but there’s not a chance in hell I’m missing the way she’s desperate for more. “Stop worrying about other women trying to steal what they can’t have. Show them why it’s you. Show them why you’re mine…and why I’m yours.”
When her eyes meet mine, glazed with lust and need, I plunge two fingers deep inside her.
She arches her back against the wall, pushing her into me even more. Fuck, how could I even begin to notice another woman when she’s already so fucking perfect?
I whisper exactly that to her as I start to rub that sweet spot inside her. She shudders and clutches my arms as I nip her skin and continue to murmur all the reasons why she shouldn’t take bullshit from anyone. Least of all some pathetic, thirsty sex store clerk.
Our bodies are pressed together, my erection hard against her thigh. Cora drags her leg against me and moans my name in a frazzled, strangled rasp. “Ivan…”
Suddenly, a voice breaks through the sexual haze. “How are things going back here? Do you two need any…” Madison’s voice trails off as she enters the room and sees the two of us.
I have no intention of pulling my fingers out of Cora’s slick heat, but she grips my wrist anyway. Her fingers are cold, but her gaze on the saleswoman is suddenly fiery. Whether the woman returns it or not, I have no idea. I’m too distracted by how Cora’s glare looks even better with her flushed skin.
“We’re fine,” she says sweetly. “Thanks, anyway.”
Madison clears her throat. “You can’t do that here. You have to—”
“Youhave to sit down and shut up.” Cora’s voice is laced with irritation, but it’s the rumble of her fury that makes me so fucking hard. She glares at Madison and, at the same time, rolls her hips to fuck herself on my hand. “And show me some fucking respect instead of eyeing my man like some dick-hungry slut. He’smine.”
Holy fuck.If she’s not careful, I might actually end up fucking her hard right here, right now.
I’m halfway convinced Cora wouldn’t mind that at all.
The woman behind me practically chokes on her shock. “You can’t—”
“My wife just told you what you're going to do,” I growl. Cora clenches around me. “So sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up.”
An amused smile curves my lips when Madison takes a trembling seat on the edge of the couch. Cora gasps and I don’t know if it’s because of the thrill that throwing authority gives—or if it’s because I’m working my fingers inside her faster and massaging her clit more with my thumb.
She deserves this. She’s a fucking queen waiting to be crowned. She just has to be willing to see it—and accept it.
Her nails dig into my wrist, begging me to keep going. “How did that feel?” I ask, nipping at her ear. “To show her who you belong to?” A whimper works between her bee-stung lips. She clings to me just to stop from crumbling to the floor.
“Good,” she moans. “It felt… It feels so damn good.”
