Page 98 of Scandalous Kingpin

And then there was the sexual frustration. By the end of the first week, I was torn between dragging him to my bed and banishing him.

“We need to talk,” I said Saturday night as we both sat in the living room, the television on with the girliest rom-com I could find:Legally Blonde.

“Okay.” Christian turned to face me and I instantly regretted starting a conversation. My eyes fell to his bare torso, those abs tempting me like a glass of water on a hot summer day. He wore nothing but sweatpants, the outline of his hard length clearly visible. I had to ask the question that’d been plaguing me since I woke up on the plane last week.

“Why do you insist on wearing sweatpants?” I blurted, forcing my gaze away from his body and locking it on his face.

“Your Pinterest.” His mouth twitched when I glared at him.

“Stalker,” I muttered. I had completely forgotten that I had a mood board dedicated to men in loungewear.

“Just so you know, I’m strongly considering working through that list of models and ending them all.”

My mouth gaped, unable to find words. Then I gave my head a subtle shake.

“I’m going to take that as a joke. A lame one,” I mumbled. “Anyhow, I want you to stop with the gifts.” Then, because I was genuinely worried, I added, “And my sweatpants models are not to be touched.”

Christian raised an eyebrow. “Delete the board, then.”

I threw my hands up in frustration. “Fine, but I want your word that you won’t go after them.”

His smile faded. “I told you, no other men for you.”

Yes, he was a psychopath, but his obsessive madness was doing stuff to me and I worried I was going to cave into temptation and jump him right now.Sex on the couch seems like a great idea.

I launched myself off the couch, terrified I’d follow through if I didn’t get away.

“Just stop sending me gifts,” I said over my shoulder, then ran like the devil was at my heel.

For the remainder of the evening, I hid in my bedroom like a coward, sprawled on the bed with a pulse throbbing betweenmy legs. I stared at the ceiling, stubbornly ignoring the desire coursing through my veins.

The clock’s soft ticks and tocks filled the space. I’d just dozed off when suddenly my wrists were pinned above my head.

Despite the dark, I could make out the outline of the beautiful face. Those intense eyes and the set of his jaw. My husband.

My body slackened under his weight and my legs fell apart. I moaned something incoherent and licked my lips, watching his eyes blaze as his free hand wrenched off my underwear. He slammed inside me with a feral force, and I glimpsed his vulnerable expression before his movements wiped all thoughts from my mind.

I cried out, my back arching off the bed as he proceeded to ram into me, owning every inch of me with every ruthless thrust. His groin slapped against my flesh, his hips crashing against me with the savage power.

“My wife likes when I fuck her hard.” His voice was raspy, and when I opened my mouth to speak, he covered it with his palm. “Don’t deny it. I can feel it in the way your cunt is strangling my cock.”

With every word out of his sinful mouth, my core tingled. My brain turned fuzzy, world spinning as his rhythm took on a feral momentum. He fucked me like it was the last thing we’d get to experience in this life and the next. Like it was our final act. Like I was his.

My walls clenched and pleasure started to gather in my core, shooting all the way up my spine before submerging my entire body.

“Christian…” I moaned. “So… good.”

“There she is.” Dark tones coated his voice as he leaned down and trapped the lobe of my ear between his teeth and whispered hot words, “Let go, angel. I’ll catch you.”

I gripped the sheets, my orgasmso close. Just a little more and…

I shot up from my pillow, panting hard.

For a second, I was lost to the steadily retreating images, but then I looked around and found my fingers were inside my panties.

Fuck.I was dreaming.

My damp hair stuck to my temples and my heart was thundering erratically against my rib cage.