And I continue to pay mine with every breath I take.”
Orion
Orion
Flipping through the marketing report one last time, I scan the numbers and throw it on the desk after signing my name. “Give it to Jeremiah and tell him if he can’t handle such a small issue himself next time, he will lose his position as the head of the marketing department.” Elizabeth nods, wearing her standard black-and-white three-piece suit that practically merges with the interior, making her almost invisible, sans her thick red glasses, which she adjusts on her nose. “And tell Tom that if he won’t close the Smith deal by Monday, he can search for another job.”
She picks up the report. “Mr. Wright is here to see you, sir.”
My brow furrows. “Why?”
She shrugs. “I think you should ask him that, sir. I’ll let him in and shift your two o’clock meeting to three.”
“Thank you.”
Rafael rarely visits me unless I request it, so whatever the fuck is going on must be important.
She leaves, and I lean back in my chair to stare out the window, wrapping my hand around my coffee mug. I take a sip of the bitter-tasting liquid, hating every minute of it.
I’ve disliked coffee my whole life. However, drinking it always reminds me of the present and how we have to suffer through certain things in order to reap the rewards.
I should be calm and cunning, moving toward my goals and finalizing all the paperwork for the upcoming auction while fighting off the estate’s lawyers, desperately trying to find some holes in my story to keep the property for themselves.
The only thought I have right now is to throw the damn mug away and go back home to my wife, whose beauty and charm have become my undoing.
And that weakness is both a problem and a curse.
“Orion,” she whispers into my ear, her nails cutting into my skin while her thighs flex around me. Her intoxicating scent surrounds me, wiping away all thoughts except one.
To claim her right here and never let go.
My body is rock hard. I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life. Skimming my lips upward, I trap hers in a hot kiss, pushing my tongue deep as my hips thrust forward, both of us groaning at her softness greeting me.
Something burns my palm, pulling me away from the haunting memories and forcing me to avoid Diana because the instincts raging within me cannot be controlled.
They want to possess, to own, to claim, and show everyone that she belongs to me.
What woman would want such madness?
Especially from someone like me. My reflection in the mirror would scare the bravest of souls, and if I spend more time with her…I’d trap her.
And then I would be no better thanhim.
“Fuck,” I say, the mug cracking in my grip and bruising my palm. The hot liquid mixes with my blood, a combination that should pain me, but I welcome it.
Just for a moment, I can focus on something other than my obsessive need.
That’s another thing I had to learn the hard way.
There is no escaping my wife. She pollutes my every dark thought and fantasy, filling my dreams with her beauty and becoming a temptation even my control and mind cannot resist.
I hear the door open, followed by an amused voice grating on my nerves. “That might scar, dear cousin.”
Spinning around in my chair, I grab some tissue and wipe my palm, pressing on the wound hard after dropping the mug in the trash can under my desk. “Have you seen my face? Scars don’t scare me.”
“It’s rude to comment on someone’s appearance. It might even get you sued.”
Rafael and his ability to see a lawsuit in anything, which is hilarious considering the man ended up behind bars anyway.
