Asshole Husband

“You see, that’s why I wanted Rachel. She’s loyal to me, to her vows. You, on the other hand, wouldn’t know when to keep your legs closed if it was the right thing for you. I know all about you, Mary. You think you’re better than me.”

“I am better than you. I haven’t forced anyone to marry me.”

“Believe me, I didn’t use force.”

“You’re a fucking pig.”

“And you’re wasting my time right now. Rachel belongs to me. She’s my wife, and no matter what you try to do, you’re not going to change the fact, she’s mine, and I’m not giving her up. Try me, Mary. You and Alice try and keep my wife and kid from me, and you will only hurt her in the process. That’s how I’ll win and you’ll lose.”

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Inviting her sisters was the cowardly way out. Rachel waved to Alice and Mary as they sat back in the cab, taking them away from her, and to their own homes, where no one else waited for them.

Closing the door, she flicked the lock into place and didn’t move.

Wolfe was right behind her.

“I don’t know if you missed them, or if you hoped they would stop you from doing something stupid,” he said.

“I’m tired.”

She turned around, hoping to brush past him, but she didn’t get very far. He was right there in front of her, and he stepped close. She had no choice but to move back until the door stopped her from going anywhere else.

Gritting her teeth, she stared at him, waiting for him to be angry.

“You’re not tired. You feel a little weak, don’t you?”

He still wasn’t wearing a shirt, and much to her shame, she liked seeing him like this, naked, the hardness of his chest on full display.

Nibbling her lip, she tilted her head back, and tried not to think about how much she liked him being close to her right now.

She was aroused.

Her nipples were hard, and her pussy was soaking wet just for him.

“I don’t feel anything. You can think whatever you want, but I am tired and I need to go to bed.”

She made to brush past him, but he put his fingers around her neck, not tightly. His thumb pressed against her chin, making her look back up at him. He was much taller than she was.

“You don’t feel anything?” he asked.

“No.”

“Are you cold?”

“What?” She gasped as without any warning he cupped her breast.

“You see, I know you’re new to sex. Like you already know, I’ve got someone keeping an eye on you, so I know there hasn’t been another man for you, apart from me. I’m your man, no one else. Let me give you a little warning. A woman has tells, like the hard points of her nipples. I know you get these when you’re cold, but believe me, it’s not even a gentle breeze. Even now you’re hot to the touch. There is no chill in the air.”

“It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” In the next second his hand was between her thighs. “And another very distinctive tell is this right here.” His finger ran across the seam of her panties. “This is another little giveaway. A nice, wet pussy.” He slid beneath the fabric, and she gasped as he began to touch her, moving between her slit. “You see, Rachel, this is not the sign of a woman who doesn’t want to be fucked. This is the sign of a woman who does. You want my touch. You want my cock. You’re going to be fucking stubborn and deny yourself what you truly need.”

He played with her clit, and Rachel found it next to impossible to deny him. It had been so long, and feeling him touch her, it was heady and everything she’d wanted, but refused to believe it.

He’s not the man you think he is.

You want a divorce.

Would it be so wrong to give in?

She didn’t hear a response, and she couldn’t help but whimper. This wasn’t fair. Not even a little bit.

“You see, baby, I know what it is you want. What you crave.” His lips teased to her ear, and he flicked his tongue across her lobe before tracing down to her neck, sucking on her pulse. He bit down and she cried out, but he didn’t stop there.

He wasn’t giving up without a fight. He plunged two fingers inside her as his thumb stroked over her clit. Each time he pulled out of her, she moaned in protest as his thumb left her clit. When he thrust in, his thumb stroked her, drawing her pleasure higher, but not allowing her to plunge over the edge, which was exactly what she wanted.

She craved his touch, the fire inside her building, but he was the one in charge of it.

“All you have to do is admit you want me, Rachel. There’s no harm in that.”