talie

His order had my eyes opening even though I didn’t move my head from his shoulder as my heart jumped into my throat.

“No.”

I almost expected him to stop all of this. But he continued to fuck me even though his body stiffened slightly. I couldn’t kiss him. Sex was one thing, but kissing him while doing it? Our previous kisses were for public show. This would be far different.

There was no doubt he could give me all the pleasure I desired.

But when it came to him, it would never be just sex.

We were tied to each other for the rest of our lives if I stayed in this marriage.

Like I’d told him before—I would never be the little housewife our families wanted.

My heart sank when I realized that was what I was slowly becoming since coming home.

I was changing whether I wanted it or not.

My troubling thoughts dissolved into nothing when he suddenly pulled out of me. He let go of my hips, and I straightened my legs, my bare feet hitting the cool wood floor.

“Damian—”

“We’re not finished yet.” He spun me around until I was facing the wall. I glanced over my shoulder to see him crouching slightly, lowering to a height needed to slide back into me. My palms hit the wall as I arched my back toward him.

He let out a gruff moan, his hand slapping my ass cheek before grasping my hips again. “I can’t decide which sight I love most. This one or when I get to see your face when I’m giving you pleasure.”

This new position let him plunge inside even deeper, causing me to cry out hoarsely.

Every cell was on fire in the best possible way.

I closed my eyes, relishing in it as his thrusts became faster and more frantic.

His bruising grip on my hips controlled the pace until I was on the brink of my orgasm.

Then he slowed down. My body pleaded for more, his deliberately slow strokes driving me crazy.

He let go of one of my hips, dropping his hand to my clit.

“Fuck.” My breath hitched at the new touch. “Don’t stop, Damian.”

He chuckled gruffly before his lips grazed the side of my throat. “Is this you admitting I can fulfill all your needs?”

“You haven’t done anything yet,” I snarked breathlessly. “You can’t even get me off.”

“Mm,” he mused before kissing my neck. “Trying to rile me up does nothing, Talie. I can read your body better than anyone. You’re so fucking close. All it would take is one certain touch and you’ll be screaming my name.”

As if to prove his point, he pinched my clit, making me buck against him. His kiss on my throat turned hard, and I squirmed in his hold.

“You’re going to leave a mark?—”

“Good,” he cut me off, a jealous edge in his voice. “I want to mark you as mine in every single fucking way.”

Knowing I was going to have to wear my hair down until his damn hickey faded did nothing to stop my impending orgasm. His fingers stroking me made up for his slow thrusts.

“Yes,” I panted, my muscles tensing.

“Admit I was right,” he ordered, not stopping his assault on my clit. “That I know exactly what you need.”

I bit my lip, desperately holding on to my last shred of control. It didn’t last much longer when he slammed back into me, upping his pace until his grip on my hip was the only thing keeping me in place as he fucked me hard.

“You’re fucking right,” I choked out. “Happy? Let me come. Please.”

He didn’t answer, continuing his deep thrusts, his fingers rubbing my clit until heat swirled in my lower stomach. A whimper escaped me when he slowed down again.

“Please, Damian,” I nearly screamed, rocking against him, not caring how I was pleading. “I need to fucking come.”

He groaned. “Hearing you beg? Fuck, Talie. I think I found my new favorite thing.”

His hand left my clit to grasp my hips tightly. The next time his cock filled me, it stole my breath. He didn’t stop. Pounding into me as if he’d lost control. I lowered my hand between my legs to touch myself, only to hesitate when Damian spoke up.

“Hand back on the wall,” he demanded between heavy breaths. “Or I stop.”

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath. But what did I do? I fucking listened, my palm slapping against the wall as he plunged back into me. Right now, I didn’t care if he wanted to be in control. As long as I got my orgasm.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praised, his words making a jolt travel through my veins. “I’ll be sure to remember for later.”

“Remember what?” I moaned, his movements all I could concentrate on.

“Edging you does two things—it makes you beg, which I fucking love. You just listened to me for the first time since you’ve been home.

I’ll have to do it more often.” He paused, thrusting back into me.

“But next time, I’ll have you tied up. Where you’ll have no choice but to take only what I want to give you.

Until your voice is hoarse from pleading.

Your body tight from the constant teasing. Would you like that, Talie?”

Yes. From the way my body responded to his words, I had a feeling anything he did would have me screaming.

“Fuck,” he groaned, plunging into me one more time before he stilled with his cock staying buried in me as he came.

His chest was pressed against my back, and I could feel his heart pounding. Impatience filled me when he didn’t move a muscle. My body was still aching for a release. I lowered my hand to my clit, only for him to snatch my wrist.

“I don’t think so, wife,” he murmured. “You think you deserve an orgasm tonight after the shit you pulled?”

I was still processing his words as he pulled out of me before he readjusted my thong. His release was quickly soaking the fabric, and I whirled around. Smugness filled his eyes as he zipped his slacks.

“Are you fucking serious?” I hissed, fury coiling through my limbs.

“Consequences, Talie.” He stepped forward until my back hit the wall as he crowded me. “Flirting with another man right in fucking front of me and then getting rewarded for it? I don’t think so.”

My lips parted at his audacity. “Good to know you’ll lie to get me to listen to you.”

“Did I say once that you were going to get an orgasm?” His fingers found my clit over my thong, and he softly stroked it, his eyes staying locked on mine.

I was still teetering so close on the edge that even his light touch was working me back up again.

“I went easy on you because I knew you were messing with him to piss me off.”

“Damian,” I panted, rolling my hips. “Fuck. Please?—”

“Next time, I won’t be as nice,” he warned before lowering his head, his teeth nipping my ear.

“Keep playing these games, Talie. I love it. But the next time you want to get under my skin, don’t get another man involved.

Or it’ll end with you having a red ass and being tied to our bed all night with me edging you until you can’t handle it anymore. ”

With those words, he backed away as he fixed his blue tie. My thong was soaked, and I glowered at him, my pulse thudding like crazy. He grabbed my heels from the floor before sauntering closer, dropping to his knees in front of me.

I stared down at him. “What are you doing?”

Instead of answering me, he gently wrapped his fingers around my calf, trailing his hand down my leg until he lifted my foot high enough to slip my heel on. He did the same to my other, and my hand landed on his shoulder to steady myself. When I caught his gaze on my wet thong, I grinned.

“Want a taste, Damian?” I purred. “I wouldn’t mind squeezing your head with my legs right now.”

“Next time it’ll be my tongue making you scream,” he promised gruffly, getting to his feet. He grabbed the hem of my dress, tugging it down. “But not tonight.”

“I never thought you’d be an asshole who gets what he wants and leaves the woman unsatisfied.”

He chuckled. “That’s not what happened. You played one of your games and lost. I’m not leaving you unsatisfied—consider this a punishment.”

Anger scorched my veins as I glared daggers at him. If my damn husband thought he was the only one who could give punishments, I would happily prove him wrong.

He wrapped an arm around me, leading me toward the exit. “Let’s go.”

“Go where?” I snapped.

“Back to the main area. We’re going to eat dinner.”

A laugh erupted from me. “I’m going home where I can be alone?—”

“No,” he said, his voice full of heated threat. “We’re going to eat dinner. Then we’ll go home together. Where you’ll sleep in my bed and only be able to dream about the orgasm you’re so desperately craving.”

We were already across the room, and he opened the door as if making sure I couldn’t finish myself off right here.

“I have to clean up,” I gritted out, keeping my voice low to not be overheard.

“You’re going to sit through dinner with your soaked panties,” he informed me with a dirty smirk. “A reminder that you’re mine.”

He led me to the back table where he’d been sitting before. It was still empty with a reserved placeholder on it. Damian glanced at me, giving me a wicked smile, and I matched it, raising higher on my tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs a reminder,” I whispered, vengeance in my voice. “The ring on your finger means you’re mine too.”

“I’ve been yours for five years, Natalia. It doesn’t matter how bad your reminder is—it won’t change anything.”