“Let me be clear, you never had a vote. Regardless of what you believed to be true, the decision was always mine. I allowed you the illusion that you had some type of control but that no longer exists. I’m moving forward. If you don’t like it, do something about it, and please understand, taking your life won’t cost me any sleep.”
Nex’s tone was dominant, eerily calm but assertive. He spoke with assurance that whoever was on the other end had to be insane to challenge. And if they did, they would fail.
He ended the call and his eyes met mine through the glass briefly before he murmured, “Breakfast is on the way.”
“That wasn’t room service.”
With a smirk he turned to face me and stalked across the room. One hand landed at my hip, the other gripped the back of my neck seconds before his mouth crashed against mine. When he pulled back and dropped his forehead to mine, I hated how easily this man could persuade me to submit.
“Thatwas our plans for today but we’ll discuss the call later. Right now we’re going to circle back to what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours. Come sit down.”
“You just threatened someone. That’s far more important than my regrets about marrying you.”
“You don’t regret marrying me. You regret that you like the idea of being married to me.” Nex stepped around me, heading to the sofa. Once he was seated—legs spread wide, one arm extended across the back—he patted the space beside him, summoning me.
I grunted my annoyance and made my way to the sofa but elected to sit as close to the opposite side as possible. Nex grabbed me by the waist and yanked me into his lap. I shifted and squirmed, attempting to break free, but his hold prevented my escape. So I got as comfortable as I could and glared at his handsome face.
“What’s the problem, Little Flame?”
“You, this. It won’t work.”
“It’s barely been twenty-four hours, and as far as I can tell, it’s working very fucking nicely.”
I felt his dick pulse beneath me which caused me to groan. “Thishas been sex. Really great sex. I’ll give you that, but marriage extends beyond orgasms. Being married to you is a mess. You do what you do, my family does what they do, and I want no parts of thedoingon either side.”
“I have no intention of involving you in that side of my life, Little Flame. What I do doesn’t exactly leave space for ‘bring your wife to work’ moments.”
I frowned and his sexy smile expanded. “You’re awfully comfortable tossing around marriage and wife.”
“I am, aren’t I? Which, by the way, is a bit surprising considering I never desired either, but you as my wife has become very appealing.”
He buried his face in my neck, delivering a trail of enticing kisses. I barely found the strength to pull away but managed to press my palm into his chest to create some space. “Again, that’s sex. You’re focusing on the wrong thing. Marriage is…”
“Whatever we want it to be,” he asserted, cutting me off.
“Would you stop that?!” I argued and jumped up from his lap. He let me and I stepped away, locking my arms over my chest. He sat patiently and seemingly unbothered by my reaction.
“Stop what?”
“Acting like what we did is perfectly normal.”
“It’s very fucking normal, Little Flame. People get married all the time. I bet there are hundreds of weddings happening right now, some probably in this same hotel.”
I growled. “But ours isn’t normal. I didn’t marry you because I wanted a husband and you didn’t marry me because you wanted a wife. In fact, I married you because Ididn’twant a husband.”
“You didn’t want the husband your brotherselectedfor you.”
“Exactly.” I threw my hands up, feeling frustrated while he was the epitome of calm.
“You’re conflicted and I understand why. I’m not the man you envisioned yourself with. But regardless of how we got here, we’re here. You and I are in this, Little Flame.” He lifted from the sofa and stalked toward me, slowly and predatorily. “You’remine.My wifeand there are no fucking outs.” He softly touched my hip and moved me forward. “And considering you don’t want an out, I think we’ll be just fine.”
His mouth was on mine then my feet left the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist and his massive hands palmed my ass. I sighed into the kiss and my pussy purred with a nice warm welcome but unfortunately the knock at the door shut down whatever thoughts I was having.
“That’s breakfast. Let me feed you; then I’ll make up for the interruption.”
He pressed his forehead to mine and smiled smugly as if sensing my disappointment and assessing my needs. After I was on my feet again, he crossed the room and I watched from theliving room while he received our breakfast but didn’t allow them to enter the suite.
He moved two rolling carts to the dining area and summoned me. My belly betrayed me by growling in approval of the savory aroma from something baked and buttery.
