She wiggles her way out of my hold and crawls across the mattress to me. She sits on her knees and faces me. She’s so tall that we’re almost at eye level.
“I’m sorry, mudak.” Her voice quivers at the pet name, and I wonder what sweet thing she’s calling me. Maybe it’sbabyorsweetheart. “What can I do to make you feel better?” She wraps her arms around my neck. “Maybe I can kiss it better?”
Her lips purse, and she brushes a light kiss on my neck. I can’t hold back my groan. Her lips feel too good.
She slides her hand down my chest, passing over my hard muscles. I instinctively flex under her fingers, and her soft gasps shows how much she appreciates my time in the gym.
When she’s inches away from my hard cock, she leans in, and her lips almost brush mine. I lean down to meet her, to finally get the kiss I’m owed. Her scent overwhelms me. It’s vanilla and something. My arms wrap around her, one over her back, the other in her hair.
She finally finds my cock, and I can’t help thrusting against her palm. I can feel the heat of her hand through my layers, and all I want is her skin on mine.
“I want to show you how I feel,” she whispers against my lips. Her husky tone and those hooded eyes break my resolve.
“Then do it, wife.” It comes out hoarsely.
She tightens her grip on my cock, then a jolt of pain has me hunched over.
She just slapped my wound! She just fucking slapped the spot where she stabbed me! This woman is psychotic!
She throws her head back and laughs.
“Does my big, bad husband really think I’m going to coddle him because he has a little boo-boo? That I’m going to kiss him better after he gets what he deserves?” She talks in an infuriating baby voice. The one people use when they mock others.
“Goddamn it, woman!” I chance one more glance at her, but the victorious gleam in her eyes has my blood boiling.
Pathetically, I limp my way into the bathroom, then slam the door shut. My ripped pants are thrown away. All the while, I’m cursing.
I turn the water freezing, trying to calm myself, but my dick won’t deflate. I try to think of anything other than my insane wife to get it to go down. When what I crave is relief from this ache.
Wait, why am I letting her win?If she wants to toy with me and turn me on, then she is going to listen while I address it.
I switch the water to hot and let it calm me. Reaching for my body wash, I pause as a yellow bottle that isn’t normally here catches my eye. I open it and sniff. Vanilla and something. I check the label. Milk and honey scented.
It smells fucking divine. It smells like my divine wife.
I pour a generous amount into my hand and lather it. The tantalizing smell fills the shower, and I inhale it. I bring my hand to my cock and stroke.
I can’t hold back my groan.
One day with her and I’m jerking off in the shower.
My wife may be the death of me. And I might just enjoy it.
Chapter 23
Katerina
I hear a groan coming from the shower and pause.
Fuck, is he hurting? Did I seriously injure him?
I mean, I know I did. But is it worse that he let on? Then I slapped it. Fuck.
When I hear a second sound of pain, I climb off the bed and rush to the door separating us. At the third groan, I don’t bother knocking, I just rip the door open.
I rush inside and make it halfway to the shower stall before my eyes connect with my brain.
Dominic has one hand propped against the wall, and the other… is stroking his cock. I inhale sharply, unsure what to do. The noise has his eyes flying open, and his hooded gaze lands on me.
