Page 32 of Bloody Wedding (The Order of the Owed #1)

TWENTY-ONE

THE STUDY

ADRIAN

“ W here are we going?”

I don’t answer Loni. No point. If I tell her, she’ll insist that we have to stay with our party guests.

Fuck ‘em. I wanted to make up for missing most of my wife’s birthday, and I did.

I gave her Peaches. I hosted a get together for whoever wanted to gawk at the woman that Desmond St. James lost his life for.

I gave her her space to acclimate to the world of the Order again.

Now?

The visible jealousy did me in. She wants me; no denying that. So she won’t tell it to me straight. I know her. I know her thoughts, and her needs.

She needs me, and there isn’t anything I won’t give my wife when she requires it.

That’s why I grip Loni’s hand, leading her up two flights of stairs until we’re on the third floor. For a moment, I see her confusion. She must think that I’m bring her to her office space, but when I lead her toward the farthest closed door, she suddenly understands.

“Your study? You told me that you didn’t want me in here.”

True. My whole enterprise is stored in this room.

There are things that I can’t let even Loni see…

but I locked everything up in their drawers before the party started earlier tonight.

No one would ever dare search for me in this room—my fiercely guarded study has a reputation of its own—which makes it the perfect spot to have a little quiet time with my wife.

“Without me,” I remind her. “But we’re together, aren’t we?”

“I.. yes. But why ?”

Oh, Loni. If you don’t know the answer to that, I’ve done a piss-poor job as your husband...

Once we’re in the darkened room, I don’t bother with a light switch.

Instead, parking Loni by my oversized (and suspiciously empty) mahogany desk, I head over to the fireplace on the opposite side of the room.

There’s a button on the wall beside it, next to the timer that sets how long the fire will burn.

I figure we have a good twenty minutes before our guests notice that we’re missing, and since I couldn’t care less if they do or not, I set the timer for half an hour.

That’s the minimum amount of time I need to enjoy my wife—or to let her enjoy me.

Turning on her, a lascivious and starving smile tugging on my lips, I prowl toward her.

Suddenly, I’m the big, bad wolf bearing down on a wee, innocent lamb.

Everything about my body language to my purposeful stalk sells the image of a hunter tracking his prey, especially when she takes a few uneasy steps behind the desk.

Perfect.

Before she knows it, I’m right behind her. A careful kick to my chair—careful so I don’t break my toe or the chair’s leg—has it skidding out of reach. She yips, and I grin.

Her back is to me. I grab the edge of the desk, pinning her between me and it.

There’s no fucking way she can miss my erection grinding against her ass in this position.

Her leggings are delightfully thin. I could fuck her right through them if I wanted to, but that’s not exactly what I do want right now.

Loni doesn’t try to escape. Her breaths quicken, her pulse jumping, but as though we’ve done this a hundred times before—and we certainly have had experience in this position, only not since I forced her to marry me—she arches her back, presenting her ass to me so I can take her from behind.

But first?—

Using my body to keep her in place, I grip the waistband of her leggings. One quick push and I have them down by her feet. Normally, I would just grab her soaked panties, move them over her mound, and not waste time getting them off. But tonight… let’s show some restraint, Adrian.

So, with a little more finesse, I work her panties down, and then I wait for her next move.

Loni wiggles her ass, letting out a sound of pure impatience. “What’s wrong? Why aren’t you doing anything?”

Well… if she insists.

I drop down behind her, squatting so that my face is on the level of her ass cheeks. I palm one, squeezing it, loving the way she throws back her head and mutters my name as if she wants more.

I have a plan. After all, I usually do. But before I can enact it, I need to make sure that she’s ready for me. And while I could use a finger, dragging it along her slit, testing to see how wet she is, she gave me permission when she asked why I wasn’t doing anything yet.

The old Adrian would skip foreplay for a frantic fuck because he was too desperate to be part of Loni before she came to her senses and pushed him away. Now? I won’t stop worshipping my wife until she finally understands that, while I call her ‘princess’, she’s nothing less than a queen to me.

So I stick my tongue into her pussy from behind. She’s so fucking wet, I get a solid mouthful of her juices. Musky and sweet, I lap at her, swallowing it straight from the source.

“Yes,” she groans. “I… we shouldn’t be doing this, but, God, yes .”

Shouldn’t be doing this? No. We’re married, and nothing will ever separate us again. I’ll make sure of it, and if part of reminding her of that fact is fucking her until she forgets she ever hated me, that’s what I’m going to do.

Only tonight? I’m going to do one better.

Rising up again, I fist her hair, turning her head so that I can make her taste herself on my lips as I kiss her.

Loni whimpers, but she doesn’t pull away. She kisses me in return, and I find a little relief, thrusting slightly against the cleft of her ass.

I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip, then bite down on it with my two front teeth. Not hard, never hard, but it’s hard enough that she jerks in place, backing up fully against my groin so that not even I can move away from her promising heat.

I’m still dressed. Her leggings are down at her ankles, her panties twisted among the fabric. I have my hands under her shirt, squeezing her tits as I bury my face into her hair.

It would be so easy to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and slip it right inside of her. That’s definitely what she expects.

Tonight? I want to do the last thing she would.

Swallowing my intense arousal, keeping my voice as royal and commanding as I can, I tell her, “Unbutton your husband, princess.”

For a second, I think she’s going to refuse.

That I made a calculated risk and failed.

That she’s going to push me away or maybe even slap me for the seductive command.

After all, she made it clear last time that she won’t fall prey to my charms again anytime soon.

If she wanted to fuck me, she would initiate sex on her own. Until then, I was at her mercy.

But the way she was glaring daggers at Sophie Vale, the overt jealousy my sweet bride couldn’t hide… to me, she did . Maybe not with words, but if Loni ever thought that I’d choose another woman over her, I’m ready to show her that she’s the only one for me.

I won’t fuck her, though. That goes against the spirit of trying to make her fall for me by being the husband she deserves. She wanted to be the one to initiate? Fine. Then everything that happens from this point on will be because she did it.

And that begins with Loni undressing me.

Her fingers twitch. I hold my breath, steady for a slap, hoping that she’ll lower her hand, snapping the button on my pants. She doesn’t; at least, not right away. With a determined look on her gorgeous face, she turns in my hold and reaches for the top button on my shirt.

The first one snags a little, but once she figures out that my buttons are on the opposite side than she’s used to, she makes quick work of the rest of them until my shirt is flapping open.

“Good girl,” I purr. “Now take off my jacket.”

“Your hands broken, Adrian? Because you seemed to have no problem getting my pants off as quick as you did.”

I smile. “And then I remembered that you said you wanted to be in control next time.”

She raises her eyebrows. “I said I wanted to be the one to decide when we would be intimate again.”

“So make a decision. If you want to fuck your husband… if you want to see who this cock belongs to… why you never have to be jealous of another woman because you’re the only one who has me so desperate, I’ll bend you over and fuck your brains out with a houseful of people two floors below…

then all you have to do is take off my jacket, Loni. ”

She could say ‘no’. I’ll hate it, but I’ll respect it. This isn’t about me doing whatever I can to convince her to Claim me in August like Jack expects. This is about seeing that uncertain expression flickering across her face because she caught Sophie talking to me.

I could tell her that the Used just wanted to ask about Haven. I could remind her that there isn’t a single one of the Order’s sex workers that I’ve been with, let alone one who we went to school with together.

I could do that, but I don’t. Instead, I’ll show her.

Or, better yet, I’ll let her show me that as much as she belongs to me, Adrian Heller is hers .

“I’ll take off the jacket,” she concedes. “But leave the shirt on.”

Interesting. “If that’s what you want. Tonight, princess, you call the shots.”

I might live to regret that, but when she swallows roughly before stepping into me, I decide that I don’t care. Regret comes later.

Giving my wife what she needs… that comes now .

Loni shoves at my right shoulder, pushing my jacket off of it.

“Then this is what I want,” she promises, doing the same for the other shoulder.

Reaching around me, keeping her body positioned between me and the desk, she grabs the back of my jacket and shimmies it off of me before tossing it to the floor.

Just like she said, she leaves my shirt where it is. Her eyes drawn to my chest, she slides her hand from my navel up to my left pec, slipping it under the open shirt flap, flicking my nipple with her thumbnail.

I shudder, leaning forward, bracing both of my hands on the desk behind her, trapping Loni in my arms.

“Fuck, that felt amazing,” I grit out. “Do it again.”

She’s bending a little herself, our bodies flush as I nuzzle her throat, rumbling under my breath as her hands rover over my chest. She doesn’t pay specific attention to my nipple again, but the gentle caress feels almost as good that I let her do whatever the fuck she wants to me.

Slowly, slowly, she moves her hand until she reaches the button I’d hoped she’d go for in the first place. She fiddles with it for a moment—I hold my breath—before she has it open, her fingers tugging urgently on the zipper.

“That’s a very good girl,” I tell her, my voice raw and throaty. With her taste on my lips and my cock aching to get inside of her, this slow pace is fucking killing me. “Now grab me.”

Loni hesitates, but then she does.

“Oh, yes. Now turn around, bend over, princess, and put it in.”

I should’ve known that I was pushing my luck. Her hand is still holding onto my erection, her back arched so that she’s in the perfect position to do just that after she listens to me and bends, but she doesn’t make any move to fuck me.

Damn it.

Maybe she needs a little more guidance. “You want your husband’s cock? I know you do. So take it, and put it in.”

This time, she freezes. “Are you going to make me beg? Is that it? With all your friends here, you need to remember who’s the one really in control?”

Bending over her, cursing myself for pushing her too hard, too fast, I nibble her earlobe, ignoring it when she lets go of me and reaches up to swat at my face. “No, princess. You have that all wrong.”

Loni lowers her hand. She doesn’t grab my cock again, but she’s not pushing me away, either. “I do?”

“Mm.” I kiss the skin behind her ear. Every part of her tastes fucking amazing.

“This isn’t about me showing you that I’m in control.

This is about you taking it for yourself.

You want to fuck me? Do it. I’m your willing slave tonight.

If you don’t want my cock, that’s fine, too.

I have fingers…” I reach around her, tweaking her nipple through her bra.

“My tongue.” I lick the edge of her jaw.

“And my cock,” I remind her, pushing the head of my weeping erection against her bare ass.

I stay away from any holes so she doesn’t get mixed signals, but she needs to know I’m ready.

If she wants to fuck, I won’t unless she initiates it. I’m not being petty, either. I want this woman with an intensity that, sometimes, I doubt I’ll survive.

But I… I need her trust even more than that right now.

She keeps her eyes trained on the desk. “You mean it?”

“Would I lie to you?”