Before I can text again, Micha appears beside me. “Next class. Come with me.”
I slip my phone into my coat pocket, following him down the corridor while my mind lingers on only one thing.
What my volatile, unpredictable, terrifyingly magnetic husband is doing.
And whether he’s missing me too.
Chapter 32
Gustav
Peighton’s messages glow on my phone like tiny, treacherous flames.
Wife
I miss you.
I’m sorry about the phone.
*Picture of her smiling sweetly*
I stare at it longingly. The room hushes around me, the silence thick as snow.
“She misses me,” I murmur.
The words slip out before I can cage them.
For a moment, one dangerous and disarming moment, my chest tightens in a way that is almost… pleasant.
I remember how she felt underneath me. Soft and warm. Fragile but not fragile at all. The way her thighs trembled violently when my cock finally sank into her little body, the way she looked into my eyes, trusting without understanding what a mistake that was.
Letting me violate her, coax vile words from her sweet mouth, and submitting shamelessly to me like I’m her everything.
The second she moved her hips toward mine, I knew it was more than her submission, though. She wanted it as bad as I did. Her dignity didn’t matter. She felt the pleasure in spite of it. My woman.
She gave me her innocence, and it branded me as hers.
I close my eyes.
Is this what love feels like?
A sharp sting erupts in the back of my skull. My father’s voice roars through the depths of my mind.
She lied to you. She betrayed you. She took back what you confiscated. She is American fruit. Tempting the weak. You saw her last night.
I grind my teeth.
“I know!” I snap into my empty bedroom.
His voice thunders louder.
You saw her ass up, begging like a cat in heat. She’ll do that for other men. Probably already has.
My knees hit the stone floor hard and I grasp my hair with both hands, hard enough that fire shoots across my scalp. Strands tear free between my fingers. Pain floods behind my eyes. He wants more. He always wants more.
“Stop!” I shout. “I will get rid of her. I will do it. When the time is right. Just as we planned!”
The truth tastes like blood and iron.
