Crime Lord's Wife (Curvy Women Wanted)

“I thought that was after fifty years?” he asked.

“Then you’re very much wrong.”

“Sean doesn’t satisfy you?”

“This isn’t a conversation I want to have with you.” She slid her hands beneath her legs.

She was in a car with a stranger. A man she didn’t know, and he’d touched her face. That one touch alone had done … something to her. Staring out of the window, she tried to ignore him.

“It will be because as far as I’m concerned, you’re going to be riding my dick the moment we get back to my place. I’d like to know who I’m dealing with.”

His words made her jerk and she looked at him, shocked. “Excuse me?”

“Your husband sang your praises. Said you were worth a million dollars as he put this very band in the center of the table. He told us all that your pussy is like gold.”

She frowned. “That’s not possible.”

“Why not?”

“Because … me and him, ugh!” She growled. The sex between her and Sean had been crap. What did this man expect from her?

****

Jared expected the injustice, the anger, the resilience. After all, he’d just gone and told a strange woman that she’d become his. She now belonged to him. Every single part of her was nothing short of curvy perfection. The moment Sean put his wedding band in the ring and showed a picture of his woman, Jared had known he wanted her. Who wouldn’t with those big tits, full hips, and rounded ass? Every part of her called to him to possess. He wanted to fuck her, to hold on to those generous hips as he pounded inside her.

He’d felt an instant heat in his cock and the need to see her in person, to take her, well, it had only gotten stronger. What he found even more fascinating than her indignation was her curiosity. Rose wanted him, or at least her body did. The shirt she wore molded to every single curve and the tightness of her nipples were a calling to be sucked. When he first saw her tonight, he thought he was going to have to go easy on her, but there was something between husband and wife, something he wasn’t quite sure of.

What Rose Miles didn’t realize was the true extent of ownership he now claimed over her. The moment Sean had placed the wedding band within the circle, lawyers had been called, documents already signed. All he needed to do now was get Rose to sign them, and of course, the necessary paperwork was being drafted for her to become his in every sense of the word.

He closed the door behind him and watched as she stood, hands clenched at her sides, waiting for whatever instruction she needed. Along with the marriage documents, he’d organized a full background check so he could know everything there was to know about his wife.

She glanced around the apartment.

What was she thinking? She bit her lip. Those white teeth sinking into the flesh but not drawing blood. He wanted to run his thumb across her lip, to know everything about her, and this was indeed a unique situation.

Most women kept his attention for only a few minutes. He could fuck them and forget them just as fast. There was no doubt he was damn good in bed. When it came to the opposite sex, he never went out of his way to make them comfortable.

Walking past her, he went straight to his whiskey stand and poured them both a small glass. He didn’t say a word as he moved back to her. She still stood in his corridor. Placing the glass in her hand, he stared at her, waiting.

She took a sip, wrinkled her nose, and downed the rest.

Smiling, he took the glass from her and moved toward his kitchen, putting them in the sink. He gripped the edge of the counter, realizing he had two options here. One, leave her alone and allow her to become accustomed to what was happening, while getting blue balls in the process. The second, go out and see if his suspicions were correct.

He stared at the wall ahead of him.

This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a nice man. To get what he wanted and where he was, he’d hurt people, and he had no remorse about that.

Slamming his hand down on the edge of the kitchen sink, he then moved out to where she still stood.

She looked at him, and he kept his gaze on her.

Time stood still.

Choices.

He closed the distance, sinking his fingers into her hair. He didn’t talk, tilted her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.

She gasped and as she stepped back, he followed, pinning her up against the wall. He lifted her hands, pressing them either side of her head. Tracing his tongue across her bottom lip, he heard her moan and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He swallowed down her moan, teasing her.