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When I turn in Miles’s arms to face him, a muscle in his jaw twitches, and his eyes are so dark they’re borderline animalist. I bring my hand up to cup his jaw, feeling his stubble beneath my hands, “Hey, are you okay?” I ask gently.

Still eyeing the path that Steven headed down, Miles fumes, “I should follow him and tear that little shit apart for touching you.”

“It’s okay.” I’m not sure if it’s from the immediate relief I felt when he showed up, the way his scruffy face feels under my touch, or the way his dark eyes are now burning into me but I feel a shift in him.

“Let's go, Camila,” he grunts.

“Where are we going?”

“It seems you need to be reminded of who you’re married to.”

My heart pounds violently against my chest as Miles takes my hand and stalks out of the crowded room.

Miles

I was standingat the bar with Jonas listening to him ramble on about findingsomeone to take home tonight when my eyes found Camila talking with Steven McCorkle. Ice rattled against the glass from how tightly I gripped my drink. Blood rushed to my ears and when he put his grimy hands onmyCamila, something in me snapped. All I saw was red and I was across the room in seconds. It feels as if everything from my muscles to my thoughts have been tethered down by a string that's been slowly fraying. My body is practically vibrating from the tension, I’m pulled so taught right now and the only thing keeping me the slightest bit grounded was the feeling of Camila’s body sinking into mine.

I can't think. I can’t concentrate as the blood still roars through my ears. I’m all but sprinting down the hallway with Camila’s feet close behind me. When I find the room I’m looking for I throw the door open and check the stalls before slamming the door shut and locking it.

I prowl towards Camila, taking my time as I loosen my tie. Her chest lifts slightly as she steps back into the vanity behind her. One look at her knuckles turning pale as she clutches onto the counter gives away her calm facade.

“Miles, I’m sorry if I upset you.” Her breath is shaky. “I wasn't sure who was important to you or who I should be trying to impress.”

And that frayed string that was holding me together snaps. This perfect woman thinks she needs to impress people because ofme.I did this.

I clear the last inch of space between us, gripping her hips in both hands. Searching her face, waiting for her to refuse this. But when her chin lifts and her eyes burn into me with a combination of lust and anticipation, my hold on her tightens and I spin her around. Her eyes snap open wide, hands shooting up to the mirror. A flame ignites, burning hot and bright in my stomach. My left hand sinks into her hair and I tug her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I trail my nose down the column of her neck devouring her scent. When a subtle shudder racks through her, I stop and swipe my tongue at the sensitive spot of her neck. “You misunderstand me, mi esposa,” I whisper against her skin. “I’m not mad atyou.Even though I should be mad that you’ve been teasing my cock in this dress all night.” I keep one hand locked tightly in her hair and drag the other along the front of her thigh, digging my fingers into her hips at the top. “I’m angry because some piece of shit thinks he can touch what's mine.”

Her skin breaks out in tiny goosebumps. “Yours?” she shudders.

“You'remywife, Camila. And I don't mind reminding you of that.”

“H-how?” Her eyelids begin to flutter as her ass involuntarily presses into me. Searching.

“You’re going to watch as I make you come.”

Her eyes snap open and meet mine in the mirror. “Miles...” she breathes.

“That's right. And the next time you say my name it will be somewhere between a cry and a scream. Now, spread your legs.”

My grip on her hip tightens but to her credit, she slides her legs out wider for me. A static shock runs through the palm of my hand as I drag it through the slit of her dress, up and down her warm, smooth leg. My fingers dance along her inner thigh before trailing back up to the center of her underwear. I’m met with lace fabric. My eyes roll and I can't help the grunt that forms at the back of my throat as I drop my face to her neck. “Did you wear these for me, Camila?”

“I—” Her eyes flutter closed and I give her pussy a tight little slap causing her to jerk forward.

“If you're going to remember whose wife you are, you need to watch. Now, tell me, who did you wear this tiny scrap of fabric for?”

“You.”

Her raspy voice has my fist flexing. My knuckles drag up her slit finding her underwear already soaked through. “Look how wet you are.” Her teeth pierce her lip, in an effort to stifle her cries and I hook my middle finger through her underwear before sliding them to the side. “Is this all for me?” The air in the room grows thick but her head dips forward subtly nodding yes. My middle and ring fingers split her lips and I slide them up and down, catching her clit in between and giving it a little squeeze.

“Oh my God,” she whimpers. I press a kiss to the dip where her neck meets her collarbone and slide my hand down to her entrance.

She’s so fucking wet.

My finger slips inside her easily and I add another. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but right now I can’t think of a single clear thought as Camila pulses around me. Every squeeze has my cock twitching, straining against my pants.

She might only be my wife on paper but now isn’t the time to think about why that makes my skin sweat. My breath turns ragged as I continue to pump inside her. The logical part of my brain tells me to stop, but every fiber of my being is forcing me to keep going. I bring my thumb to her pulsing clit and stroke it back and forth. The way she grips my fingers tells me she’s close and fuck, do I wish it was my cock she was riding instead.

“Oh, fuck, Miles, I think… I’m?—”