“Fuck off with that.”She’s out of reach before I can stop her, stomping her bare feet on the floor in her march to the stairs.
That might be what finally does it.It’s the sight of her storming away like a bratty kid.“Don’twalk away fromme!”My shout is the crack of a whip.It fills the air before I march behind her, asking, “What the hell do you think this is?Some kind of game?”
“I was going to ask you the same thing!”She hasn’t stopped and doesn’t until she’s in her room with the door slammed shut.When I try to turn the knob, it won’t budge.She locked it.
“Open the door,” I bark, pounding my fist against the mute wood.What is happening?How did it come to this?I’m supposed to be stronger.Better.But goddammit, she has pushed me too far.Hiding things.Locking the door against me in my own fucking house.I’ve gone out of my way for her, and this is how I’m repaid.
“Go back to work,” she bellows from the other side of the door.“I know that’s where you really want to be, anyway.Leave me alone!”
If it were only that easy.I decide to let her be, like flipping a light switch in my head and turning off the dark corners she has somehow illuminated.
It’s those freshly lit up corners of my brain that make me give in to what I’ve been fighting too long.It’s what makes me back up a long step before raising my leg and kicking hard enough beneath the knob to make the door burst open.
She was standing at the foot of the bed, but now she scrambles around to the opposite side.Her eyes are wide and wild when she shrieks, “What the hell is wrong with you?Are you psychotic?”
I’m starting to wonder.“You donotlock me out.Ever.Understood?”I growl, teeth bared, every breath ragged.
Even now, she pretends not to care.It has to be pretend, or else why would she tremble?“Oh, so now you’re going to play the big, scary husband?”she asks.
That’s when she makes her biggest mistake—she barks out a bitter laugh familiar enough to remind me of another woman who once laughed at me and that memory returns,“You think you can run your family?You can’t even run your own life!”
This isnotMonica.
Monica has been dead for years, and I buried myself with her.
The trembling, breathless woman in front of me has nothing to do with that night or what came after.
Somebody needs to tell that to the adrenaline racing through my system, not to mention the fists clenched at my sides, craving the yielding of bones under them.
“Can’t answer me?”she demands with another laugh.“I’m not surprised.I guess Papa hasn’t scripted your responses to a situation like this.”
That’s the last time she’ll make a snide comment like that.
She didn’t expect me to take her by the throat.Her sharp gasp is a drug my system immediately hooks into.
I want more.
Fuck pretending.
Fuck the layers I’ve carefully wrapped around myself, the walls I’ve built.
This woman has rendered all of that useless.Some people need to see for themselves what happens when they push me too far.
“I have gone out of my way…” My fingers sink into her delicate flesh, stirring another soft gasp that starts under my palm and slips from between her parted lips.“I’ve given you space.I’ve left you alone when other men would force you to do what they want, when they want, whenever they want.And itisn’t enough.You lie to me, you hide things from me, you taunt me like I’m some kind of fucking joke.”
She won’t back down.I feel the pulse pounding in her throat, but she refuses to cower.“Did you ever think to ask whatIwant?”she whispers.
“What would that be?”I ask.
Her eyes never leave mine as she tugs on the belt holding her robe closed.It falls open, and now I have to decide whether to let myself be distracted by the body I’ve only imagined until now.
“Let’s start here.”She slides the robe away, letting it fall over her shoulders and down her arms.My dick is straining against my zipper before I ever let my gaze move away from hers, so I can take in her beauty.And that’s the first word that comes to mind.
Full, perfect tits that beg me to test their weight.Rosy nipples, the perfect size for sucking.A flat stomach, a small waist that flares into wider hips.Smooth.Glistening.
Of course, my gaze keeps traveling lower, meaning my mouth goes dry at the sight of her bald pussy.The tip of her pink clit is barely visible, but all it takes is that slight hint to unleash something dark and demanding deep inside.Before this day is over, Iwilltaste that clit.Iwilltaste all of her.
“Next, we can move on to this.”Still staring up at me, she cups my straining bulge, making my knees weak when she starts to rub her palm over me.“You keep talking about everything you’venotdone to me,” she whispers, licking her lips, driving me a little closer to insanity.“What I want to know is, what’s stopping you?Because I’ve seen the way you look at me.I know the way you kiss me.I felt this against me when you made me come,” she adds, giving me a gentle squeeze that makes precum soak into my boxers.
