I toss the thong aside, discarding it like any chance of surviving without her. “I’m on my knees for you. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. You want power. Have it all. I relinquish it to you. I’ve kneeled for no one else, but I will die on my knees for you.”
Her eyes tear up, and she stretches out her hand. I reach to take it when she snatches her arm away, and the moment vanishes, sucked into the place where past mistakes and constant remorse rule.
She shakes her head as if wanting to clear her mind. “You must laugh your ass off at how pathetic I am, so easily giving in to you.”
I’ve lost her once again, my insides roaring with despair.
The path to earning her trust again eludes me.
Exhaling a sound chock-full of dejection, I stand up, retreating. “Good night, Viviana.”
“What? Won’t you fuck my ass? Wasn’t that what you planned?” she shouts, her pain piercing my chest.
Her eyes bore into mine, tears falling, letting me see the damage I caused. How I utterly broke her heart.
Striding toward the bed, she bends over, spreading her ass cheeks. “Come on. There’s one hole left. Take it and let’s be done.”
“Not like this,” I rasp, overwhelmed by the avalanche of emotions burying me under. It’s getting more difficult to breathe by the second.
Seeing her destitute wrecks me, the true cost of my deception dawning on me.
I rush to her and gather her in my arms. Cupping her cheeks, I kiss her teary eyes. “Let me hold you. Just one moment,mo run.”
“Do you think you can manipulate me?” she asks, the fight in her vanishing as she slouches in my arms.
“No, I’m trying to hold my world together.”
“This world is shattered,cuore mio,” she whispers.
I bury my face in her neck, and she holds onto me, crying while tears gather in mine.
I hold her until she stiffens—my cue to let go while every fiber of my being rebels.
“You think you’re strong enough to withstand me?”
I know I am a fucking asshole. I am not even trying to hide that I am challenging her on purpose. But I need her too much,and my wife needs me too. She is just too stubborn to accept or confirm it.
“I don’t think so. I know so.”
Eyes locked, I jerk my chin at her, holding in a breath. “Fine, prove it. Sleep every night in my bed.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at me. “If you think this will make a difference, you’re wrong.”
Slipping through the first crack, I will decimate every obstacle until I get my wife back.
My chest expands as I release the breath, the pressure on my lungs easing, and I smirk under my breath.
Lifting her up, I carry her into our bedroom and gently place her down on the left side of the bed—hers. I’ve slept alone with thoughts of her keeping me company since I took her virginity. Now she’s back in the place she should have never left—my bed.
She turns her back to me, and the predator stirs to life, taking it as a challenge to chase. Taming the desire throbbing under my skin and not following my instinct to claim her demands immense willpower. Let’s see how long she can ignore me.
Undressing, the sound of rustling clothes must pique her interest because she rolls onto her side, peeking at me.
She’s so damn adorable, even if she doesn’t try to be. Pursing my lips to hide the smile that threatens to expose that I am onto her, I savor the knowledge that she loves my body.
I slip under the covers in just my boxer briefs. Her body heat, combined with mine, creates a furnace, the desire palpable and as impossible to resist as ever. Her breathing gets labored, and she scoots away from me once again.
Fucking great idea. Give me your back as if that won’t make my cock even harder.
