“No.”
Instead of brooding like I thought he would, or maybe even begging, he does something much worse. He straightens and opens the shower door. Then he storms out and stalks towardsme. He towers over my sitting frame. Water drips off him onto me.
“I can see the wet spot between your thighs. Your cunt weeps for me. You’re just as turned on as I am. I can give you the relief you crave. You just have to listen to me.” He’s still fucking stroking himself.
“I’ll pass. I can get my own relief. Thanks, though.” I push him as hard as I can, and the only reason I get him to budge a few inches is because I catch him off guard.
Within seconds, I’ve distanced myself from him and am back in the bedroom.
I hear him growl, but that’s as much as I get before I’m out of there too.
I call for Vova over my shoulder, and he follows me to my bedroom on the opposite side of the house. I change into pajamas, then hop in bed.
But I don’t go to sleep. I just sit there and wait. I tell myself I don’t know what I’m waiting for, but I do.
And sure enough, not twenty minutes later, my husband storms into my room.
Without even giving me the chance to argue, he pulls me out of bed and throws me over his shoulder.
Like a caveman, he carries me to our bedroom and throws me on the bed. He tucks me in tightly and gives me a sharp look.
“Try to get out of this bed, and I’ll handcuff you to a bedpost.” He growls then turns off the lights. I hear him get into bed and hiss in pain at the movement. I feel a slight pang in my chest knowing I fucked up his leg.
“Goodnight, husband,” I whisper into the darkness.
He just huffs in response.
Chapter 24
Dominic
I shower first thing when I wake up. I can’t help but take myself in my hand and chase a release. This fucking woman has me going crazy. After all the shit she did yesterday, that stunt in the bathroom was by far the worst. She’s heartless treating me like that. And it makes me respect her even more.
I finish getting dressed and stick my feet in my shoes.
“FUCK!”
My shoes are wet. I pick one up and look inside. I can’t make anything out because of the dark interior, but it reeks. That fucking cat pissed in my shoes!
I storm into my closet and check another pair before putting them on. Thank fuck they’re dry.
I storm over to Katerina’s side of the bed and shake her.
“Wake up, doll. It’s time for breakfast.” I don’t actually care about having breakfast with her, I just want revenge for her cat ruining my wardrobe and her antic last night and fucking everything.
And maybe breakfast with her would be nice.
She glares at me then sits up. She wipes sleep from her eyes then pops out of bed. Her long legs in that damn nightgown tease me, but I ignore them.
“Coffee,” is all she says as she walks towards the bedroom door.
“Stop!” I won’t let her parade around the house in a fucking nightgown. I’m surprised when she listens, but I still hurry as I go to my closet.
I hand her the navy robe, and she laughs at it.
“Seriously?” she questions in a light voice.
“No one else gets to see my wife in her nightgown.” No one else should see her period, but there’s not much I can do about that.
