She’s so fucking wet and soft. My cock lengthens again. She’s everywhere—in my house, on my skin, in my head. And I don’t think I want her to be anywhere else at all.
She’s crying, she needs me, and I can’t make myself push her away again. Not like this. I might be a criminal. A killer. A lowlife. But I take care of what’s mine. And no one’s ever been mine the way she is right now. So raw, so vulnerable… baring herself to me like I’m her savior, not the monster who forced her into this.
In another life, maybe things could’ve been different—Icould’ve been different. Maybe then I would deserve her… and she’d willingly give herself over to me like she is right now.
“It’s called sub-drop,” I explain, stroking her hair, satin under my scarred hands. “It’s when a submissive comes down from intense sex.”
Keeping her face hidden, her muffled voice says, “And what is this called?”
“Which part, love?”
“This. What we’re doing right now.” She sniffs, rubbing her eyes with her palms.
A smile tugs at the corner of my lips. “Aftercare.”
She sighs, her breath trembling with the remainder of her tears. “I thought you didn’t care.”
I pull her panties up, and she lifts her hips a little so they can go back in place. Instantly, a wet spot appears from her arousal and my cum. Massaging her pussy through them, I say—
“I think we both know it’s quite the opposite.”
I fucking killed a man in front of everyone for touching her. It’s why I can’t bring myself to take her out of the house yet, even though I want nothing more than to show her off. But after Father’s warning, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about what else I might do for this woman. Pretty much everything I can think of would end up ruining my plans.
She pushes into my chest, avoiding my stare as she gets herself up.
“Thanks for… whatever,” she says, her cheeks flushing, soft pink.
I want to see more of that, so I don’t let her off the hook so easily.
“What a good girl. Thanking me for fucking her little cunt.”
She licks her lips, showing me a flash of her tongue, and without a single other word, she turns back around and leaves my study.
My cum drips down her thigh as she walks away, my cock hardening as satisfaction surges in me.
20
VICTORIA
Before my eyes crack open, I can tell the other side of the bed is empty. Again. One, because I’m no longer leaning on Wolf’s hard chest, but on a soft pillow instead. And two, because something—or someone—moves through the room, the sound bringing my body back to life.
For a moment, I think about pretending I’m still asleep. Because the memory of what I did comes to the front of my mind, and I realize I’m not ready to face my husband just yet. I can’t.
It’s one thing to fuck the way we did… and another to fall apart in his arms. To bare my soul to the one man I’m supposed to always keep my guard up around.
After what happened in his study, I went back into my room. And shortly after, he came to take me back to his bedroom,where he laid me down on his sheets and stroked me with his fingers.
I took it, took all that he was giving me, because I needed it, and I think he knew that. I think it’s why he did it, though he hasn’t uttered a single word about my breakdown. And neither have I.
My eyelashes flutter carefully, and darkness welcomes me, taking me by surprise. It’s not morning yet.
What time is it? And why am I waking up?
Wolf’s tall silhouette comes into view as he secures his watch around his wrist, dressed up as if he’s about to leave.
I blink a few times, dusting off the sleep from my eyes.
“What time is it?” I whisper so quietly I’m not even sure he heard me.
