Page 29 of Falling for the Wife

Two hours. Two mind-blowing hours, he rutted and nutted inside his bed of roses. He came back, and I had to marry him an hour later, even after knowing that. Sure, it was part of our agreement, but it was also poorly done on his part. And yet here he was, having the gall to ask me to stay. He had his share of fun. So why couldn’t I do the same? “Maybe next time, Jared.” My refusal to give in to his wishes would provoke ire, but I was past the point of giving a damn. “Will you please move? I don’t like being late!”

He let out a breath before reluctantly giving way.

I pushed past him as if I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. His unpredictable demeanor unnerved me. Therefore, I ignored his hateful glare and strutted towards the vanity area and began to do a quick retouch of my makeup. Jared was drunk, and I presumed, pestering me probably amused him quite a bit. I skimmed through my long golden mane. I had the whole sensual beach hair vibe going—wavy, chaotic, and sexy—and I decided it was best to keep it this way. I simply teased the ends and the roots of my hair to add a little volume before reapplying two coats of coral lipstick. Lastly, I took off the eternity wedding band.

Wyatt was nosy and rather annoying, but he also was an intuitive man. He’d immediately know something was up if he spotted the ring. I saw no point of it, not when it was all a farce. I doubted the jewelry would grace my finger ever again.

His overpowering energy choked the life out of me. I didn’t even have to look up to realize Jared was leaning against the doorframe. Again. Watching me closely. “If you’re that bored, why don’t you go see your girlfriend? I’m sure you could spare another two hours to fuck her stupid.”

Can’t reel in the bitterness, can you?I was such an idiot.

“You sound jealous.”

“You wish!” I spat back before I threw him a venomous look. “If I need sex, it sure as hell won’t be from you!” Call it hitting below the belt; I didn’t give a damn anymore. “You’re a complete and utter bore. Geeks simply don’t do it for me; you’re not an exception, Jared. So, go back to Rose or to the next gold-digger who’s easily impressed when you flash your wealth. I don’t care.”

He saw red.

In a few menacing strides, he reached me. His nostrils flared as he loomed over me. “You ought to be spanked for insulting me! Yet it was only this morning that you’d have been more than ecstatic if I fucked you.” He aggressively pushed against me until the curve of my ass hit the vanity frame. The crashing sound of cosmetic cases echoed in the background while I tentatively eyed him. There was no hint of blue in his eyes. They were almost black, and they were seething with unbridled rage. “You were wet for me, moaning my name while you furiously rubbed that little pussy against my cock like a bitch in heat! You were desperate for me to cure that ache in your cunt. You repeatedly begged, imploring me to fuck you, Gisele,and I could have,” he arrogantly declared. “But I chose not to.”

My insults got to him, and he spat it right back just as viciously. It resulted in a violent mood, and I wasn’t sure what my next move entailed. The man effectively caged me with his body so I had nowhere to go. His unforgiving glare flayed whatever certainty I had left.

I swallowed, hard.

My panting hitched. My heart skittered inside my chest. Stomach churned and turned. Darting my tongue out, I licked my bottom lip before I bravely lifted my eyes, imploring. “I was caught off guard. There won’t be a reoccurrence of that, I promise.” My breasts felt full and confined against the tight bodice as my breathing kept accelerating.

“You want me,” he stated succinctly.

“No,” I rapidly denied.

My immediate denial stroked the devil in him to come out and play. “What will make you stay home, hm?” He crudely lodged himself in between my thighs and shoved his hard-on against my covered mound. “Cock?Is this what you want?” He furiously ground his member again, evoking a sharp cry from me.

My body was a quivering mess, betraying me ever so cruelly. Even after all the insults he had hurled at me, my body responded to him as if he was its master. It was beyond humiliating to be reduced resorted to this—a heaving, panting mess of a woman whose urges couldn’t be controlled. And I loathed every second of it.

“Stop it,” I hissed through my teeth. “Don’t do this to me…You’ve insulted me enough.” The urge to cry was potent, but my pride wasn’t going to indulge him with tears. He didn’t deserve them. “I get it, Jared. There’s no need to taunt me.Please.” My meek voice didn’t sway his punishing stance. In fact, it fueled him further.

He punished me again. His cock felt sublime through his trousers. His magnificent size pressed against my heat, unconsciously spreading my legs wider to accommodate him. It parted my folds, and I could feel its passion stressing the tiny scrap of lace that barely protected me. Delicious tingles circuited all over my body. My teeth sunk into my lip, stifling the wretched moan coming out of me.

“You feel that?” He roughly thrust to drive his massive point. “I’ve been hard because of you, but I can’t have you. Rose is the only thing that stops me from taking advantage of this tight body.”

His darkened eyes probed into my soul, and I held on for my dear life. Jared exuded danger as if he was on the brink of deciding if he desired to savor Heaven or Hell.

“Don’t think you don’t affect me. You do. Very much.” My lips parted. His thumb grazed my bottom lip before he pressed his pad over it, toying with temptation as his eyes zeroed in on my lips. They filled with wonderment. As if he, too, marveled at how it’d feel to have my lips press against his. “I want you. It pains me to admit it, but I do. But it’s just sex. Nothing flowery or romantic about it. Just a hard, good, raw fucking. So don’t want me, Gisele. You’ll only end up hurt when you see me go to the next woman after having a taste of you.

“Sharing your bed is a fucking nightmare, and I’m sure it’ll only get worse as the time passes. But it’s fine. I’m doing this for you. You deserve better. You deserve someone to cherish and love you. Ingrain my words into your head because I’m not going to repeat them. Whatever ideas you have, whatever designs, dreams—it won’t happen. I’m going to kill every single one of them.” His eyes were deadly. Lethal. Impenitent. “I’m not the man to make your dreams come true.

“I’mnevergoing to be that man. You ought to know that. So don’t want me. There’s only one way that could go, and breaking you is the last thing I want. But be warned, Icanbreak you. If it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to do so.” Then he instantly disengaged his body from me, as if touching me burned him, as if my nearness contaminated him.

For a moment, our eyes met. Then I watched him dart out of the room as if he had discovered I was riddled with diseases.

I remained frozen against the vanity. Not an ounce of sound came out of me. The confrontation left me reeling while his words repeatedly echoed in my mind.

I want you. Rose is the only thing that stops me from taking advantage of this tight body. But it’s just sex. You deserve better. I am not that man. I’m never going to be that man. But I will break you. If it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to do so.All this time, I had assumed his indifference meant he wasn’t even remotely attracted to me. Jared, it seemed, was exceptionally gifted in concealing his thoughts. It was troubling. If a man could hide such things, what else could he be hiding?

Rose is the only thing that stops me from taking advantage of this tight body.Rose was his body buffer, the only thing curtailing his desires. But he was damn right; I deserved better. I deserved a man who would be proud to have me. And not a man who felt shame in admitting that he did.

But I can break you. If it comes down to it, I won’t hesitate to do so.Heartless—Jared St. James was a cruel, heartless bastard. He was straightforward, never mincing his words to shelter me from his callousness. His direct approach might be different, but it was the most honest, truthful thing I’d ever come across. And in some ways, I respected him more for it.

As a result, I gave myself five minutes to compose myself. And once the minutes passed, I immediately shrugged as if to dispel the bad thoughts in my mind. Then I left, too.