Wife (Betrothed 1)

I was just used to nicer things.

I was used to Hades.

I opened a bottle of wine and drank on the couch while absent-mindedly watching TV. The only thing I wanted to do was reach for my phone and call Hades, but since my impulse was so strong, I purposely denied it.

How did I get so attached?

It was the sex…it had to be. I’d never gotten laid like that in all my life, never stayed wet that long because I was lucky to come even once. He was a manly man, not a boy. I told myself that was the reason…and I shouldn’t blame myself.

My phone lit up with a text message. Get your ass over here.

My resolve disappeared because that was all I wanted to do. I didn’t want to sit in this apartment alone with a bottle of red wine for company. I wanted a big, sweaty man on top of me. My fingers wanted to feel the coarse hair of his slight beard. My eyes wanted to look into his as he fucked me.

Why would I want to be here if I could be with him?

Come here, or I’ll get you. Which is it going to be?

I hated being bossed around, but with him, it made me go weak. I liked it when he grabbed me by the hair and forced me to kiss him. When he pinned my arms above my head as he fucked me. When he told me I was his.

I liked everything…which was why I said no. I’m gonna stay in tonight. I’ll see you tomorrow. I needed to break it up, to eliminate the intensity, to soften the seriousness between us. We were on a dangerous path, and I didn’t want to see where it led.

I’m on my way.

Wordlessly, we drove back to his place.

Music played over the speakers, and the windows were tinted with frost because it was so cold outside. Red brake lights were absent because we were the only car on the road. He hit the gas and revved the powerful engine as he drove through the slick streets, only one hand on the wheel.

The other held mine.

His fingers curled around my hand, trapping it with warmth. His thumb gently brushed against my palm, lightly tracing the web of my handprint.

I turned my head slightly in the leather seat to look at him without him noticing.

His eyes quickly scanned the road ahead of him as he navigated the city, calmly pushing his car to unnecessary speed. His jawline was so sharp against his corded neck. The shadow of facial hair was noticeable under the glow of the blue light from his dashboard. His eyes had a special shine to them too. He was a beautiful man who could be anywhere tonight. He could be at a brothel, he could in the French Riviera fucking a model, he could be on a yacht off the coast of Greece.

But he was with me.

We parked in the underground garage then went to his bedroom on the top floor. He took off his watch and put it in the drawer where he kept all the others. It was always the first thing to come off his body, and it was the only item he actually took care of. Everything else was stripped away and left on the floor for Helena to deal with later.

Once my clothes were gone, our naked bodies fell onto the bed together, my head hitting the pillow as his face hung above mine. When he’d arrived on my doorstep, he didn’t say a word. We still hadn’t spoken since that moment. The air was full of tension because of it, full of the static electricity that erupted between our bodies.

His arms moved behind my knees, and he pulled me wide open as he prepared to take me, heavy cock resting on my excited clit. He rubbed nose against mine as he looked at me, his lips brushing over mine like he teasing me.

My fingers moved into his hair, and I pulled him in for a kiss. The desire he showed me made me feel like one of the Barsetti models, like I was beautiful enough to capture this man’s focus. He never made me feel less than perfect, even when my hair was wet and my makeup was gone.

He made me feel so damn sexy.

He pressed on the top of his dick and guided the tip of his shaft inside me. He pushed slowly, sinking into my tightness like it was the first time. A quiet moan came from his lips when he felt my slickness, when he glided inside until his balls hit my ass.

“Yes…” I closed my eyes and felt my lips tremble against his. My fingers pulled at his short hair, and all the nerves inside my pussy fired off in pain and pleasure. A man had never made me feel so full, had never been inside me without a condom. It was so much better skin-to-skin…especially when I got to feel his come at the end.