My breath saws from my chest, cheeks heating in a mix of indignation and humiliation but then he makes it worse by bending, grabbing my pants and pullingthem back up my legs. I stay still, grinding my teeth while he buttons them and then walks away, the door clicking closed behind him, ass cheek still stinging from his slap.
The problem with glitter is, no matter how careful you are, that shit gets everywhere.
And I was definitely careful not to touch anything as I snuck back through the house and got straight in the shower but there’s still a slight shimmer on my skin and in my hair and if you stand at the right angle, there’s specks of glitter all over the carpet and bed.
I doubt he’ll notice.
After I dry my hair, I climb into bed.
I’ve decided to be strong. I’m not going to touch myself out of pure stubbornness. Yes, I’m horny as fuck, yes, I lied and said I could fuck myself better, but he doesn’t get to work me up and then leave me hanging.
He hasn’t left the drawing room and I bet he has cameras in here and is watching, just waiting to see if I’ll do it. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
If I ache, he can ache too.
With a huff, I roll onto my side, facing away from the door. I’ve gone way longer without sex, several months in fact, a few days of good sex isn’t going to suddenly turn me into some sex maniac. He’s crazy if he thinks I’ll cave and admit I want him too. I mean it’s pretty obvious without words.
But with him being the control freak he is, he wantsthat damn validation and onus on me.
For good measure, in case there are cameras, I throw my arm up to the room and give it the middle finger, showing him exactly what I think about that.
And then I force my eyes closed, thinking of everything else but the unhinged, god of a man downstairs.
Chapter Thirty-seven
I didn’t go to bed because I couldn’t trust myself not to fuck her in her sleep.
Honestly, I thought she’d cave but I should have known she’s much too stubborn and prideful for that. So, I slept on the couch in the drawing room, fucking lonely as shit. I should have just fucked her despite the hit to my ego.
My wife knows where to strike me.
Even the mere thought of her gets me fucking hard and there’s only so much my hand can do. Since I’ve jerked off three times since last night, with the picture of her pressed to the wall, round ass sticking out and reddened by my palm playing inside my head, I’m going to need something a little more satisfying.
I switch the shower to cold as fresh images of her harden my cock and avoid touching it as much as possible. The next time I come, it’s going to be all overher fucking skin. She’d look so pretty with my come dripping off her.
With a groan, I shut off the shower, forcing my head to focus.
The event is today, I have a few things to do before that, but Olivia is going to be mine tonight. On my arm, our official first event since she became my wife, and I can’t fucking wait to have the little beauty right where she belongs.
At my side.
I have some other things planned for her too, things that’ll make the evening far more interesting.
I head into the bedroom after being out of it since yesterday to find the bed pristinely made and Olivia nowhere to be seen. She’s an early riser, I’ve noticed that since we’ve been sharing a bed and is likely downstairs with Louis having breakfast.
I pull a suit from the closet, a charcoal grey one and a new white shirt – since she ruined all my others and then grab my socks, shaking my head at the neon pink. I could have replaced them already, yet I haven’t, and refuse to look into the why of it.
Twenty minutes later, I stroll into the kitchen, finding Olivia giggling at something Louis is saying, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and this frayed, severely cropped sweater that has more holes than it does material.
The view of her tan skin and soft curves makes my fingers itch. Her hair is up in a messy bun, but it can hardly be contained, strands falling out and sticking all over the place. Fresh faced and bright eyed, shelooks fucking stunning.
“Good morning, kitten,” I greet her and nod at Louis.
She flicks her eyes at me, but there’s no scowl, and the smile remains on her face, “Hello, Malakai.” She says formally.
I kiss her temple before I take a seat at her side, shocking her enough that her mouth drops open.
When Louis turns to prepare more food, I lean in close, “Keep your mouth open like that, darling, and I’ll find a use to occupy it.”
