“Can I still work?” she asks softly.
“You do not need to work. I want you here.”
“Please.” She wiggles around again. “I need my job to help pay for my gram’s nursing home.”
“I’ve taken over the account. It’s handled.” She sucks in a breath. “Got her moved to a private room too.”
“Thank you.”
Warmth fills me at her approval. The sensation is odd to me. I’m clearly pleased that she’s happy I did something for her. Something I’ve never cared about before. What others think about me is not my concern. But I find it’s not the same when it comes to her. “Why all the clothes?”
“You’re my wife, Fawn. You need to act as such. You can’t be pulling away from me and avoiding me. You’re going to have to get used to my touch and my mouth.”
“But...”
“That’s not sex.” The room grows quiet again. “In fact, I want my goodnight kiss.”
She clung to me when I kissed her earlier. For a brief moment she’d let go and let me have a taste of that sweetness she has. It was intoxicating, and I need more. I want all of it. She doesn't respond. I reach over, pulling her into me. She lets out a small scream before I cover her mouth with mine.
At first she doesn't respond, but just like the last time, she starts to melt in my hands. “Kiss me back.” I slide my tongue into her mouth. A small moan comes from her that goes straight to my dick before she finally slips her tongue into my mouth.
Her soft hands come to my chest as I run mine up and down her side. She really is perfect everywhere. I want more. My whole body is demanding it. I jerk back before I lose all control. That small taste of perfection has done nothing to quell my appetite.
“Good night.” She rolls over, giving me her back. I grab her again, pulling her into my chest before wrapping my arm around her. Her ass presses against my cock, and I fight not to groan out loud. “You’re a brute.”
“And you’re my wife.” She lets out one of those little huffs of hers that do nothing but turn me on more. She does it when I annoy her. I bury my face in her hair because I’m clearly a masochist.
“Can I visit my grams?”
I slip my hand up her shirt to rest on her stomach, needing to feel her skin. “Yes, you’re allowed to leave. With a guard or myself.”
“Why a guard? Is someone after you?” She tenses, making me wonder if she cares.
“No, but I am a very rich man and you're my wife. They will see you as my weak spot.”
“They would be sadly mistaken,” she mumbles.
“This marriage could be good.”
She shakes her head. “You blackmailed my family.”
I tighten my hold on her. “Your father should be in jail. Not only for stealing my money but also for agreeing to my deal.”
“I told him I would do it,” she defends him.
“He agreed the second I offered the deal. Said he’d get you to see it his way.” She goes quiet again, and I start to settle into her. The silence stretches between us until I hear a sniffle. Fuck me. In one quick move, I turn her to face me. I can’t bear the thought of her crying.
“You should know what your own father is capable of.” She sniffles again. I reach up, touching her face. She doesn't jerk away as I wipe a tear from her cheek.
“I suppose it doesn't matter. I should have known. He’s always getting himself into trouble.” I would love to disagree with her, but it’s the truth. It was only a matter of time until he ran up against someone who would easily kill him.
“My father was a piece of shit too.” I pull her more into me. Her tears are killing me. What the hell is wrong with me? She must be a little witch who has put me under her spell. I don’t even care. I hope she keeps doing whatever it is. She rests her head on my shoulder. After a few minutes, her breathing evens out.
She’s asleep moments later. She so easily passed out in my arms. That has to mean something.
I’ll take the small victory. Maybe one day she won’t see me as the beast that I really am.
6
Fawn
I let out a yawn as I start to stretch. I freeze when I feel a warm, big body behind me. It’s then I remember it’s my husband. His hand is on my stomach, and I think he’s hard. His cock is pressing into my ass. How did I just have the best sleep of my life? It has to be the bed. It can’t have anything to do with this man cuddling me close all through the night. I don’t think I’ve ever been cuddled in my life.