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Trying to hold on to my sanity, I let out a soft breath. “That would just complicate things.” I remembered the video of our wedding — how my stomach churned while watching it. It had dredged up weird emotions I couldn’t even pin down. Or even worse, I thought about when I cried when I got my period because I wasn’t pregnant with his baby. Fooling around with Bash was certainly not an emotionally healthy choice for me.
His thumb swiped slowly across my bottom lip. “Things are already complicated, wifey.”
My eyes fluttered closed. It shocked me how much I wanted him. A desperate need pulsed between my thighs and my nipples tightened into two aching buds. Every nerve ending in my body was tingling with anticipation.
He dragged my lower lip down with his thumb and I couldn’t keep the tip of my tongue from darting out to taste it.
Oh, God. I hadn’t been with another man since the dominant/submissive relationship I had at the Scarlett Club. My dom had given me so many orgasms, but never with his cock. I hadn’t had that type of intimacy with a man since Theo, and I missed it. And Bash was a good lover. We were actually married. Why should I turn this down? Would it be so bad to give in?
My eyes opened, and I moaned softly. He was watching me with his gorgeous green eyes that had darkened with arousal. He wanted me. I had no doubt that sex with Bash would be mind-blowing, just not so wonderful for my heart. I tried one more time to resist.
“Bash, this is not—“
He reached down to take my hands and planted them firmly on his chest. Then he pressed closer to me.
Desire crashed through me, heating my blood. His chest was rock solid beneath my hands and I knew, at that moment, that I was going to give in to my lust.
“Kiss me.” It was a gruff command. There was absolutely no chance I wouldn’t obey.
I leaned up on my toes and placed my lips against his. As soon as I made contact with his mouth, he took over. One hand slid behind my head, angling it perfectly to fit our mouths together, and the other wrapped around my waist like an iron band, pulling and then trapping me against him.
He’d told me to kiss him, but his mouth was the one mastering mine. His tongue was thrusting deep; his lips were demanding. He took, and took, and took everything I could give. Just one kiss had me drunk on his taste and wild with need. I moaned beneath his lips as my hips mindlessly pressed into his hardness.
After an intoxicating few minutes, he dragged his lips from mine while his fingers wrapped around my hair and gave a firm tug to expose my neck. He teased the delicate column of my neck with his lips and teeth and then sucked a bit of skin right at my fluttering pulse point. A sweet shiver ran down my spine as his lips traveled up to the sensitive spot just behind my ear.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be screaming my name.” His words were a dark, silky seduction that sent fire scorching through my veins.
“Yes.” I was putty in his hands. He could do anything he wanted. I was already lost.
A deep growl of satisfaction rumbled from his chest. He turned my body, pinning my back to the front of his muscled frame. At the same time, his warm hand slipped under my camisole, his fingers splaying against my stomach. I felt so small compared to him, especially when I wasn’t in high heels. He towered over me, engulfing me in his presence.
He nuzzled my neck with his lips while he slid his hand up to palm my breast. His thumb circled my stiff and aching nipple, over and over, sending a shockwave of sensation tearing through my body. I moaned when he gave it a sharp pinch and then he switched to teasing my other nipple with the same sweet torture.
My head fell back against his chest. I couldn’t escape the overwhelming sensations even if I wanted to; he was holding me so tight. I never wanted this glorious seduction to end.
I gasped when his other hand slipped beneath my silky shorts and cupped my mound in a shockingly possessive manner. A raspy growl of approval had my knees turning to rubber. “Tell me this sweet pussy is mine.”
I moaned but didn’t answer.
He pulled on my nipple. “Who’s pussy is it, wifey?”
“It’s yours.”
“Take me to your bedroom,” he demanded.
I grabbed his hand and led him to my room as fast as my trembling legs would allow me. He was pushing all my buttons. We hadn’t even gotten our clothes off yet, and I was drenched and panting with need.
He stopped me when we got to the edge of my bed. “Tell me what you want.”
My gaze locked onto his. The intensity in his eyes was enough to melt my insides. “I want your cock inside me.”
A predatory grin crossed his lips. “You’re going to get it, don’t worry.”
Bash was vibrating with so much sexual energy I almost needed to step back.
He dropped my hand. “Take my shirt off.”
I took a shaky breath. He was so controlling — the way he ordered me around. I absolutely loved it. I hated when a man was passive in bed. Or quiet. Bash was neither passive nor quiet. Those filthy, possessive words he uttered had me wetter than I’d been for a man in a long time.
