Chapter Thirty-seven
I didn’t go to bed because I couldn’t trust myself not to fuck her in her sleep.
Honestly, I thought she’d cave but I should have known she’s much too stubborn and prideful for that. So, I slept on the couch in the drawing room, fucking lonely as shit. I should have just fucked her despite the hit to my ego.
My wife knows where to strike me.
Even the mere thought of her gets me fucking hard and there’s only so much my hand can do. Since I’ve jerked off three times since last night, with the picture of her pressed to the wall, round ass sticking out and reddened by my palm playing inside my head, I’m going to need something a little more satisfying.
I switch the shower to cold as fresh images of her harden my cock and avoid touching it as much as possible. The next time I come, it’s going to be all over her fucking skin. She’d look so pretty with my come dripping off her.
With a groan, I shut off the shower, forcing my head to focus.
The event is today, I have a few things to do before that, but Olivia is going to be mine tonight. On my arm, our official first event since she became my wife, and I can’t fucking wait to have the little beauty right where she belongs.
At my side.
I have some other things planned for her too, things that’ll make the evening far more interesting.
I head into the bedroom after being out of it since yesterday to find the bed pristinely made and Olivia nowhere to be seen. She’s an early riser, I’ve noticed that since we’ve been sharing a bed and is likely downstairs with Louis having breakfast.
I pull a suit from the closet, a charcoal grey one and a new white shirt – since she ruined all my others and then grab my socks, shaking my head at the neon pink. I could have replaced them already, yet I haven’t, and refuse to look into the why of it.
Twenty minutes later, I stroll into the kitchen, finding Olivia giggling at something Louis is saying, dressed in a pair of grey sweats and this frayed, severely cropped sweater that has more holes than it does material.
The view of her tan skin and soft curves makes my fingers itch. Her hair is up in a messy bun, but it can hardly be contained, strands falling out and sticking all over the place. Fresh faced and bright eyed, she looks fucking stunning.
“Good morning, kitten,” I greet her and nod at Louis.
She flicks her eyes at me, but there’s no scowl, and the smile remains on her face, “Hello, Malakai.” She says formally.
I kiss her temple before I take a seat at her side, shocking her enough that her mouth drops open.
When Louis turns to prepare more food, I lean in close, “Keep your mouth open like that, darling, and I’ll find a use to occupy it.”
She smirks and turns back to her food, “Willow is coming here today,” she tells me. “To get ready for the event.”
I tilt my chin down in a nod, “Okay.”
“You don’t mind?”
“This is your house. Invite whoever you like.” I take the plate Louis passes over, “Thank you, Louis.”
“Well, okay,” She says quietly, “I’ve got to pick up my dress too.”
“I’ll take you. I have to go into the city anyway.”
“No!” She blurts.
My brows lower, “No?”
“I mean, Dennis can take me. It’ll be really quick anyway,” She rambles, “And I don’t want to hang around.”
“I’m only picking up legal papers,” I wave my fork around, “I’ll take you for coffee after.”
“I’ll just go with Dennis.”
“Dennis is taking a personal day,” I lie.
“Well, I’ll just take one of the other cars.”
“No can do,” I shrug, “You’ll come with me.”
I swear I see her wince.
“Have something to hide, wife?”
“Nope!” She blinks rapidly, “Nothing. Not a thing.”
My mouth quirks, so fucking adorable.
Ten minutes later she’s fidgeting in the kitchen door, eyeing the front door as if she’s contemplating fleeing out of it. I’m curious to know why she’s this shifty and it only leads me to believe she’s fucked with me again. It’s highly probable after I left her wet and needy last night.
I almost look forward to whatever creative way she comes up with to fuck with me. She’s inherently not violent so she finds other ways to get her revenge.
“Come on,” I guide her with my hand, letting the warmth of her skin brand me through my palm. Her sneakers tap quietly, and her nerves keep her head down.
“What is it?” I ask.
She shakes her head but follows me into the garage, the car beeping as it unlocks, lights flashing.
Rolling her lips, she loosens her breath and slides into the passenger seat when I open the door for her. What the hell is wrong with her?
She has an hour trapped in a car with me, I’ll get it out of her.
I hit the button to start the car before I then click for the garage doors to be opened. It’s fucking cold today and when I look over to Olivia she is shivering in her seat, her body however is pressed right up to the door, as far from me as she can get.
My eyes narrow but I’ll deal with that in a moment, I need to get her warm first.
“Wait, Malakai!” She suddenly blurts at the same time I hit the button for the heat.
And get blasted in the face by a shit ton of bright pink glitter.
It explodes through the car from all the vents, covering me, Olivia and the black suede seats. It’s in my fucking mouth.
I suck my lip between my teeth, but fuck, I can’t stifle it. Fury rolls through me.
Out of everything she could have fucked with, she fucked with my car.
I turn my eyes to her, seeing her in much the same state as me, covered in glitter. It sticks to her cheeks, and lips, covering her dark hair and clothes. It’s all over the fucking windows. And she’s barely containing her amusement. Her eyes crinkle at the edges and she rolls her lips together, but her dimples have already sunk into her cheeks and her eyes are watery with amusement.
I lick my teeth, nostrils flaring.
“Run.” I growl out.
The humor fades, “What?”
“Run, Olivia.” I switch the car off. “If I catch you, I’ll tan your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Malakai,” she reaches for the handle but doesn’t get out.
“Now, Olivia.”
Something in my tone gets her moving, she throws the door open, straight into the car parked next to this one, scratching the paintwork.
“Fuck!” I growl.
“Shit!” She squeals and then slams the door, her feet squeaking on the floor as she bolts, throwing herself through the door back into the house, leaving a trail of glitter behind.
I’m covered in glitter, more falling off me as I exit the car, shoes a steady thump as I walk through the house. My palms itch to slap her ass like the little brat she is, my cock rock fucking hard ready to bend her over so I can rail that rebellious streak right out of her.
My fucking car.
I follow the trail of glitter, the specks getting fewer but out of all the things she could have done, she chose the one that leaves a trail. When the fuck did she even get into the garage? Probably sometime last night while I was fucking my fist because I refused to fuck her.
“God fucking damn, woman,” I growl under my breath, noticing where the glitter trail stops.
There’s pink glitter stuck to the handle of the door leading into the games room. Silly girl, she’s smarter than that.
I push open the door hard enough it swings open and hits the back wall, rattling picture frames where they hang.
The room appears empty, quiet and cold and for a minute I stand, and I listen.
Her breathing is heavy, I hear it even from here coming from somewhere by the bar.
I step quietly inside, grabbing the door as I push it softly closed. Without the light of the hall, it’s dark in here. Reaching over blindly, I flick the switch which turns on the soft LED strip lighting that’s installed into parts of the wall. It only illuminates the room a little, leaving pockets of darkness scattered throughout the space.
There’s a shuffling noise, like shoes dragging across the floor and my mouth kicks up into a feral grin.
“No where to run in here, kitten,” I say to the room, “Should have been smarter than that.”
I start the slow walk through the room, just rounding the pool table when she jumps up from behind the bar, glitter sparkling on her cheeks, stuck to her bottom lip and hair. She’s frozen, like a deer in headlights, wide eyes focused on me. I pause, waiting for her next move.
“You wanted to play games, Olivia,” I tell her, “Let’s play games.”