Page 70 of Sins of Arrogance

“She touched you. She was your lover.” Kara’s gaze darts away, like she’s ashamed of her in­se­cu­rity.

I will never feed her jeal­ousy on pur­pose again. To­mor­row’s lunch had bet­ter yield the in­for­ma­tion I need. But I’m not tak­ing any chances. I’ll put our black­gloves on her phone and dig­i­tal foot­print to­mor­row.

“That was be­fore we ever met and she never made me so hard, I came in my shorts.” It’s a hard thing to ad­mit for a man who val­ues con­trol like I do, but damn, those first months of our mar­riage, when I couldn’t bury my cock in her tight pussy?

If I didn’t keep a phys­i­cal bar­rier be­tween me and her near ir­re­sistible cunt, I would have fucked her and damned the con­se­quences.

I started us­ing re­straints the first month we were mar­ried.

Stop­ping my­self from break­ing the terms of the con­tract and fuck­ing her got harder ev­ery night we shared a bed. But when her soft fin­ger­tips skimmed over my heated skin, it got ten times worse.

Kara loved be­ing bound, my en­tire fo­cus on her. She still does.

And the sat­is­fac­tion I found in con­trol­ling ev­ery as­pect of our love­mak­ing gave me a mindgasm be­fore cum ever erupted from my aching dick.

I reach past my wife and flip the switch, turn­ing off the ket­tle. “I have a bet­ter way to re­lax you, a stór.”

She shakes her head, but we’re not go­ing there. Sex is the one thing we al­ways get right be­tween us, an in­vis­i­ble tether, ty­ing us to­gether no mat­ter what else is hap­pen­ing.

“Come with me. Be with me.” I grab both of her hands and start walk­ing back­wards.

She swal­lows, but she doesn’t try to tug her hands away. “Some­times, I hate how much I want you.”

“Does it help to know that I will al­ways want you more?” I ask.

She bites her lip, dis­be­lief shim­mer­ing in her vul­ner­a­ble gaze.

How can she ques­tion my de­sire for her? “I’m the one that wakes you ev­ery night be­cause I crave your body. You lay there, sleep­ing so peace­fully and you’d stay asleep un­til morn­ing, if I let you.”

“Fitz wakes up early.”

“Kara, I need you.”

“You want my body.”

“Bleedin’ hell woman. I’m no liar.” I might lack em­pa­thy for most peo­ple in the world, but I don’t lie un­less it’s nec­es­sary.

And it should never be nec­es­sary be­tween us. If I can’t tell her some­thing, I don’t, but I’m not go­ing to lie to her and she knows it.

“I think we de­fine need dif­fer­ently, Mick. If I were gone, you’d find an­other way to sate your sex­ual ap­petite.”

The sound that comes out of me bor­ders on de­monic. “Do not say that. You will not leave me.”

Some­thing in her eyes chal­lenges that state­ment but she keeps her lips sealed

My con­trol snaps and I yank her to me, lift­ing her up and car­ry­ing her the rest of the way to the bed­room.

Chap­ter 20: Un­spo­ken Pain, Un­matched Pas­sion

MICK

I hip check the door shut and lean down to lock it.

“Fitz’s mon­i­tor on. Alerts only,” I or­der the smart speaker sys­tem.

The mon­i­tor­ing sys­tem is pro­grammed to pick up on anoma­lous noises from Fitz’s room. If he has a bad dream and vo­cal­izes his dis­tress, we’ll be alerted. If he leaves his room, we’ll be alerted.

If the cat jumps off the bed and uses the cat door to leave our son’s room and roam the apart­ment, we won’t.