My smile freezes on my lips when I see her eyes harden, something dark shadowing her face. I can’t pinpoint it, but it vanishes just as quickly, making me think I imagined it.
I shake my head to clear it. Guilt can play tricks on you.
Not confessing weighs heavily on me, squeezing my lungs until it becomes hard to breathe—or maybe that’s my regular reaction to her entering a room.
“Troubles, husband?” she says, her tone akin to sarcasm.
Not understanding her sudden animosity, I narrow my eyes at her, and she waves me off, glaring at something behind me before meeting my gaze with a forced smile.
Her contradictory reactions give me whiplash, making me paranoid.
Curling my fingers, I gesture for her to come to me. “Always when you’re not here.”
Her lips press together in a tight line, and she sighs. “You love when I come to you, a fool who can’t stay away.”
“Then let’s be fools together,” I say, rejoicing as she sways her hips toward me, each step dipped in sensuality and stealing my entire focus.
She steps between my legs, and I palm her waist, expelling a harsh breath choked with unbearable longing.
She cups my cheeks, tipping my head to the side with more force than necessary.
“Want to be in control?” I ask, brushing my palms down her thighs, and she sucks in a breath. “Want me to get on my knees for you?” I continue, pushing the hem of her dress up, exposing more of her legs. “Be my guest, but I own you, Zara. Submitting is the only sensible thing to do.”
“I don’t think I am sensible at all when it comes to you,” she says with a bite.
“Are you trying to pick a fight? That’s why we should never be apart. It makes my wife cranky.”
“You’re so full of yourself.” She unbuttons my shirt to reveal my chest. “So mighty that you decide over people’s lives. No wonder you became king of the underworld, gluttonous on all accounts. Will you ever have enough?”
“No. I can’t afford that because to preserve my world intact, I must keep the world in check.”
“Your world?” she huffs, her nails clawing at my chest, piercing my skin and leaving marks.
I grunt, and she smiles as she follows the red streaks. “Yet, you’re not immortal, husband.”
She drops into my lap, slamming her lips into a bruising, punishing kiss––all teeth and tongue, biting into my bottom lip hard enough she might draw blood.
It makes me hot, my brain short-circuiting with her unusual behavior. Lifting her up, I push her onto my desk, the contents rattling just like the lust inside of me.
I rip my shirt off, and she gasps at the angry lines marring my skin. “You mark me. I’ll mark you. It’s only fair.”
She stares me dead in the eye. “You have no clue what fairness is.”
“True, because only winners take it all and gain the grand prize.”
“Am I that?”
Thinking she needs reassurance, I stroke my knuckles along her cheek before I grip her chin. “You’re everything to me.”
It’s a big step for her. Moving in with me and sharing more than a life by becoming business partners is a considerable change. She has been used to doing everything on her own.
I rip her thong and plunge two fingers inside her. “So wet for me already?”
“My body is a traitor,” she whimpers, her lids fluttering closed, annoyance mixing with carnality.
“No, your body simply knows who it belongs to,” I say, taking myself out, and slam inside her with such force the glass tumbles to the floor, shattering into hundreds of mini crystals just like she will on my cock.
Gripping her neck, I apply the slightest pressure as I push in and out of her like a savage. I am more animal than man when I am sheathed inside her fiery core with only one thing on my mind: fuck her and fill her on repeat.
