The Wolf and His Wife (Wolf 2)

I’d held that gun to his forehead, and I didn’t pull the trigger. That was a sign of weakness, not compassion. “That’s not a good thing.”

She interlocked our fingers then guided me out of the office. “I disagree.”

Without waiting for permission, she made herself at home in my bedroom.

She left her clothes and accessories in her room on the other side of the house, but she helped herself to my bed every night—like it was half hers.

I sat up in bed and scrolled through my phone when she walked inside. Sometimes I thought I should object to the direction this relationship was going. It started off casual, but now it actually felt like a marriage. We were a man and a woman who slept together every single night. I never verbally agreed to that. It just happened.

I didn’t mind it. But I didn’t like the position it put me in.

I lifted my gaze from my phone, not prepared for what I was about to see.

In an open silk robe, she stood wearing black lingerie with garters on her thighs. Little black bows adorned the silk of her thong and bra, and her dark makeup made her look ready for a photo shoot.

My phone slipped from my grasp and landed in my lap.

She sauntered farther into the room, her eyes locked on me like I was the only man in her thoughts. She approached the bed because I was immobile, still surprised at what I was witnessing.

I didn’t see lingerie often. My flings were too short for that kind of planning.

She pulled the robe off her shoulders, and it slipped to the floor. Then she pushed her black thong over her hips and let it slide down her legs until it joined the other article of clothing. Her pussy was perfectly shaved, her cute clit ready for my pelvic bone.

I was still rigid because I couldn’t process what I was looking at. My cock practically pierced my boxers, and my throat ran dry because she was so stunning. She had the perfect body to show off that lingerie.

She climbed onto the bed then straddled my hips, my boxers at my thighs so she could slowly sink down until I was perfectly situated inside her. Her hands reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. When the material was gone and her tits were on display, she really looked phenomenal.

I stared at her tits before my eyes flicked up to lock on hers again.

“I want to show you how sorry I am…” She palmed against my chest and sat directly on my dick, her soft slit smearing my length with her slickness.

I closed my eyes because it felt so good, to feel bare pussy like that. I’d never been with a woman without a condom, only fingered them. Feeling just a bead of her arousal was like a drop of heaven.

Her arms circled my neck, and she pressed her tits against my chest, her hard nipples dragging lightly against me. Her mouth was close to mine, her soft lips desperate for my kiss.

I had the most beautiful woman on my lap—and she was my wife. “I forgive you…”

“I haven’t even done anything yet,” she whispered against my mouth.

My hands squeezed her hips, and a shiver ran up my spine. “That’s how good you are.”

My driver pulled up to the entrance of the theater, and I got out of the car, taking Arwen’s hand so I could help her to her feet. She was in a stunning black dress, the fabric hugging her sexy frame perfectly.

I pulled her close and guided her up the stairs.

“It’ll be nice to go to the theater without performing in it.” Covered in diamonds and looking every bit like a DeVille, she was my crown jewel. Her hair was in tight curls, and she had it pinned back to show off her perfect face.

“Don’t be surprised if they ask you to sing at some point.”

“And I’ll oblige…because they won’t take no.”

The usher guided us to the private box where I was meeting the guys. The show had already begun, so we greeted each other quietly then took our seats.

Her hand immediately went to my thigh, her wedding ring shining in the darkness.

My hand rested on top of hers, and I glanced at her beside me. She was already focused on the stage, her eyes reflecting the bright lights. A slight smile was on her lips as she immediately became absorbed in the story.

She didn’t notice me looking at her, so I continued to enjoy my vantage point. The light hit her cheeks perfectly, showing off the beautiful contours of her face. Her bow-shaped lips were phenomenal in that red lipstick. She outshone all the actors onstage, dulled the beauty of the other women.

When she worked for my forgiveness, she got more than just that.