Truths and Lies Duet

“I love you,” I murmur before finally treating her to the chocolate grape.

“Mmm,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed. “I still hate you, but just a little less.”

“Then I better keep feeding you.”

“You better.”

“I put your favorite movie on,” I tell her.

She laughs, but it’s a mean laugh that gets my dick hard. “I hate this version.”

“But you know all the words,” I argue. “Your eyes light up when you watch it.”

“It’s cheesy,” she grumbles.

“I’ll show you cheesy.”

“Oh my God.” She fights a smile as I pile salami and cheese onto a cracker. “You’re totally cheesy. This is ridiculous. Twenty minutes ago you were furious and slinging shit around our kitchen. Now you’re telling me dumb dad jokes and watching corny chick flicks? This is why I hate you.”

“You love me,” I explain as I shove the whole cracker in her mouth to keep her quiet so I can speak. “You love me because I am nothing without you.”

Her brows crash together as she chomps on the cracker in such an unladylike way it makes me want to lick every single crumb that falls onto her thighs.

“You make me want to be better than I ever thought I could be. I never cared to be better until you. Now, this villain thinks he can be your hero.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I’m going to be really honest here. I’ll suck at it at first. You’ll hate me at least once a week. But I’m fucking trying, Talia. For you. For Zoe. For our family.”

She swallows and pouts. “You make it sound like I don’t appreciate you. I do, even when you’re an asshole.”

“I see your pretty face and every horrible thing I’ve ever done is forgotten. All that matters is you and our daughter. I fucking bask in your presence, whether you’re beaming at me or burning me with your anger. As long as you’re the one doing it, I fucking want it. All the warm, happy moments and the raging, hot terrible ones. You, Talia. I want you.”

“I want you too. I hate that we’re being deprived of our happiness because of him.”

I grip her jaw and kiss her softly. “I’m going to try harder. To leave the stress at the door. By bringing it in our home, I’m letting him win. I’ll be damned if I let that weasel win.”

“We win,” she tells me firmly. “You and me, Kos. We’re a team. A filthy king and his adorable queen.” She laughs and it sounds like music.

“Accept my apology,” I demand, nipping at her bottom lip. “Now, woman.”

“You’re such a prick,” she says with a sigh. “My prick.”

I grip her hand and run it over my cock. “Your prick’s right here.”

“Your prick is being punished,” she tells me primly. “Go on. Feed me some more. I’m enjoying the groveling.” She leans forward to grab the vodka and makes a seductive show of unscrewing the lid before wrapping her dick sucking lips around the bottle.

With my eyes on her so I don’t miss the way her throat bobs as she swallows down the burn, I fix her another cheese and meat cracker. The movie plays in the background—the soundtrack working in my benefit to seduce my wife. As the food disappears and the bottle empties, I warm my woman up. All anger has dissipated as giggles take over.

“What’s so funny?” I murmur, my lips tracing kisses along the side of her neck. “Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy.”

“This version is,” she snorts.

“A man tries to be romantic and this is how he’s rewarded.” I bite her warm flesh. “Maybe I should stop wooing you and just ravish you instead.” When I slide my palm up her bare thigh to just under her dress, she lets out a sharp breath and grips my wrist.

“I’m on my period, remember?”

“So?”

“Kostas!”

“You think I’m afraid of blood?”

“Don’t be gross.”

“Nothing about fucking you on your period is gross.”

She gapes at me when I push her dress up her hips.

“Lie back,” I order.

“Kostas…”

I reach under her dress and grip her panties. Her breath hitches when I tug them down her thighs. Once they’re tossed away, I kiss up her naked thigh.

“Kostas,” she whines. “I have a tampon in. This is weird.”

Ignoring her half-ass pleas to get me to stop, I run my tongue up her inner thigh. She moans when I suck on the apex of her thigh. Gripping her knees, I spread her open. The string of her tampon remains within reach, but I leave it alone to seek out her clit.

“I like the way you smell.” I lick her clit, loving the way she shudders. “I like the way you taste. You think I was a vampire in another life?”

“Do not go there,” she breathes. “Please.”

Maybe not today.

There’s always next month.

“Can I go here?” I ask, circling her clit with my tongue.