Page 64 of Falling for the Wife

“I don’t know.” Her brows furrowed, eyeing me as though I had truly lost my marbles.

Again, she could be on to something.

“What have I done to make you this way?” We’ve been at odds, but we’ve never gone past the point of no return. Did she hear from me after she betrayed her promise by choosing Rinaldi over me? No. Instead, I gave her a wide berth, granting her the boyish lover. Therefore, her spiteful defiance was mindboggling.

Her chin rose defiantly. Gray depths sparkled like hard, cold crystals. Steadfast. “As you said, there’s only one way I can achieve it. I’m taking that route.”

My patience wore thin. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, woman! Where the bloody hell is your sense!” Evidently, the past weeks had done a number on her. “Is the idea of being married to me so horrendously vile that you’re willing to divorce by marrying Wyatt then divorcing him after you’ve gotten what you wanted?”

“He’s a better choice than you!”

Did she truly wish to go down this route? Very well. Whatever suited my bratty wife. I’d indulge in her mindless bloody games. “Yet I know he can’t fuck you the way I can!”

“Everything’s not about sex!”said the woman who willingly stripped naked whenever I was in bed with her.

“Isn’t it, Gisele?” I taunted. Clearly, my sweet wife had had a memory lapse. Perhaps jogging her memory would enlighten her vehement denial. “Where was the talk of divorce when you had my tongue in your cunt, huh? Or that time when my cock ravaged you the way you wanted to be fucked, hm?” Brusquely, my palms planted on either side of her head, caging her in, breathing her in. “This is all about sex, Gisele,” I drawled as I lowered my face to hers, merely a hairsbreadth away from her lips. “If you want me, this isn’t the way to go about it, kitten.”

Every inch of her body was strained with tension. She flushed, redness staining her cheeks. “I don’t want you. I was blinded by the thrill of being with an older man; that’s all. Now I know better. I prefer younger men like Wyatt. His stamina’s mind-blowing…unlike yours.”

A new wave of wrath viciously surged within me. It seized me whole. It gnawed at me. The raging inferno spread like wildfire, and I was a fraction away from being unhinged.

Gisele noted the sudden shift in me. She instantly trembled when met with my glacial glare.

My unnerving stare pinned her with hostility. She heaved so badly my gaze inadvertently fell towards her breasts. Hardened pink nipples were visible through her thin cotton shirt. There was no mistaking it. She was aroused even though she feared me. Her mind might disagree, but her body told a different tale.

If Wyatt Rinaldi did such a splendid job as her mind-blowing lover, then why was she reacting to me so wantonly? If I dipped my finger into her cunt, I knew it’d be met with sopping wetness.

Gisele…how she sweetly fibbed. Like the rest of her spiel, it was all riddled with lies.

Knowing how much I affected her still undoubtedly pleased me. It thrilled me grandly. Somehow, it lessened the fury incurred from her acerbic tongue.

Her quivering bosom begged for my undivided attention. The creamy, shuddering slopes appeared to have gotten bigger, firmer, seemingly as a result of her evident workouts. I salivated as I pictured closing my lips on her pebbled bud, suckling it as if my life depended on it. I’d been so consumed with rage I’d fleetingly overlooked how much I desired her, craved her to the point of agony.

This body used to sing at my touch. Would it hum again if I dared touch it…taste it? I made a hungered grunt as my rabid, fervent eyes heatedly dropped lower, passionately noting how the silk shorts pressed against her groin. Dampness marked her soaked mound, giving away her present state of arousal. My cock responded to her body’s calling. “Bloody hell, Gisele. Look at you and the dripping state of your insatiable cunt.”

She stiffened, panicked at my fervent demeanor. “Don’t you fucking dare! Lay a finger on me and I’m going to scream rape!”

Blue met gray, clashing, both stubbornly battling the temptations our bodies provoked.

I’d have tested her, too, but I was not one to cause a scene, not when we were trapped on this jet for the next ten hours. Damn her and her bloody mind games! I wanted her—unconditionally, carte blanche—at all cost.

“Name it!Bloody fucking name it!” I savagely grated out, desperate to be lodged in her snug cunt.

“No!” she denied, not bending to my will. “No, not this time!”

Her body beckoned to me. It compelled me to do its bidding. It was unfathomable to reject its summoning, not when she was a touch away for the next several days. Fine, I begrudgingly considered.

“No?”I pressed on sardonically. “Not even if I promise to renegotiate the terms?” Arching my brow, I knew full well my generous proposition would warrant she sung a different tune.

Her lips pursed, pensive. “Don’t toy with me, Jared. This is serious.”

“So am I.”

“But you just said you wouldn’t divorce me!” she viciously quipped back, roughly shoving my chest, but I remained motionless, frozen on the spot as I properly caged her in …until we could negotiate properly.

“You refused to let me touch you.” Hard, punishing eyes obliterated her stance. My thigh nudged her legs open. Situating my groin against her soaked silk, I ardently thrust against her covered mound, evoking a sharp gasp from the minx. “So here we are, my sweet wife, negotiating.” I wanted her. No holds barred. Sooner or later, she would concede. But until then, we would continue goading each other.

Her hand reached, pressing against my chest, nails digging into my skin as she heavily trembled against me. “Stop doing that. I beg you, stop rubbing it!” she implored as she closed her eyes, shaking, quivering as she fought the tumultuous response my cock did to her resolve. “And if I say yes, what conditions are you proposing?”