He leaned closer. “Then don’t fucking forget it.”
The moment he released her and sat up, she scrambled to her feet. Far from being frightened of him in his jealous rage, she merely looked furious. That was confirmed when her open palm struck his cheek.
“Don’t you ever accuse me of anything again,” she spat. “Or it won’t be Stefan that you have to worry about, Jacob.”
He merely chuckled. “Oh, darling. I do love you. But don’t think for an instant that I wouldn’t smother you in your sleep if it suited my purposes.” When her eyes widened, he merely smiled. “How’s that for a show of strength?”
When he saw her swallow hard in a rare show of apprehension, his dick went rock hard.
“Now,” he said, standing and unfastening his belt, “take off that skirt. If you want someone to fuck you, it’s going to be me.”
Her eyes now glistened with desire instead of fear. Within seconds, she had stripped out of her clothes and got on her knees, presenting her naked ass to him. He knelt behind her, smoothing his hands over her back and hips and then sliding his fingers along her cleft. He wasn’t a bit surprised to find her hot and wet for him.
And when he thrust into her hard, savagely, over and over, she moaned with pleasure.
“Is this want you wanted?” he demanded. “Is this what you wanted Stefan to do to you?”
She ground her hips against him with a wordless moan. And when she screamed with ecstasy a few moments later, he shouted his own release. After his final shudder left him, he withdrew and cast her aside before standing and zipping his trousers.
Then he strode from the room, leaving her lying there panting on the floor. He slammed the door behind him and made his way to his bedroom to shower, knowing she’d most likely follow. There were two things he knew well about his wife: Ruthlessness and power turned her on. And he couldn’t trust her a damn.
