Wife Unwanted (Corrupt Vows #2)

Chapter 3

Thalia

HIS PLACE WAS an apartment on the Upper East Side, on one of the most coveted addresses in the city. We left the bar immediately after I said yes. He only gave me a few minutes to get out of my uniform and gather my things, then he took my hand, led me to his car, and drove to his place. He barely let go of my hand throughout the ride. As though he was afraid I would disappear in a puff of smoke if he didn't hold me for more than a minute. It felt good to be that desired even only for a night.

As soon as we entered the apartment, he took me in his arms and covered my lips with his. He didn't waste time by turning on the lights or closing the door. He held me against him as he kissed each other without seeking breath. His hunger for me had not dissipated. If anything, it seemed to grow.

Carey's hands were all over me. Squeezing and caressing, driving me insane with the same passion he exuded. We kissed like it we were each other's life-force. We clung to each other, finding support in the passionate storm that engulfed us.

I heard things cluttering to the floor. My bag. A phone. Followed by something softer. His jacket. His hands went to my blouse, and he made quick work of the buttons while I struggled with his. Frustration got the better of me and I ripped away the remain two. He chuckled, then moaned when I claimed his mouth and pressed my breasts against his naked chest. The next item to go was by bra. We both groaned when my nipples rubbed his chest.

Carey slid his hands down to the zipper of my skirt while I nervously removed his belt and pants. The minute my skirt pooled around my feet, he grabbed my buttocks and soon I was floating as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him walking while he kissed me senselessly.

At some point, I felt him stop, turn, and then I was being placed on a soft surface. I opened my eyes to see him staring right back. We were in his bedroom now and I was lying on his bed while he hovered above me. There was light in this room, or maybe he turned it on when we got in. His gaze traveled down my body. Inspecting? Appreciating? Even though we were both naked, I felt more exposed. His body was amazing. Well sculpted and beautiful. I had seen him shirtless before when I used to work during vacation. He was a teenager then, but he already had a well-defined body. He had grown into it now, and he was all male. I wondered what he thought of my body. If I measured up. "So exquisite. I've dreamed about this," he said before capturing my nipple in his mouth. Surely he meant ever since last week, even though it felt like he was referring to a much earlier time. Is that what he tells all the women he slept with?

Jealousy tightened in my belly, but I soon forgot it when he flicked my nipple with his tongue, making me arch against his chest. He tortured and played with it until I was writhing and moaning, then he went to the other nipple and delt the same pleasure. I was like a toy in his hands, and I loved every minute of it. His hands went to my panties and slid them down to my knees. His briefs were next to go, revealing his hard cock. As though compelled by the organ, my hand went to grip it. He was hot, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. I glanced up at him. His face was taut with barely controlled desire. Feeling bolder than usual, I rubbed the head of his cock and smeared the pre-cum over it. He hissed. His reaction boosted my confidence. I spit on my palm and rubbed his cock up and down, my gaze locked onto his the entire time. Another bead of cum pearled and just as I was about to lick it, he moved my hand away and pushed me down to the mattress.

"If you continue like that, the show will end way too early," Carey whispered in my ear. He leaned over to the nightstand and took out a condom and put it on. This is it , I thought. I am about to have sex with Carey Hawthorne. I should stop this. But I wanted him so badly there was no way I was ending this. It will only be just this night. Tomorrow will be a new day and he will go back to forgetting I exist.

I felt his cock nudge at my entrance and I spread my legs to welcome him. He entered me gently, the cords of his neck tight, showing his restraint. I wanted all of him. I wanted the animal he was keeping at bay. So I arched my back, grasped his butt, and pulled him deeper. He groaned against my neck.

"Thalia."

"Give me everything you've got."

His lips brushed mine. "This will be over in a couple of seconds, if I do."

"I don't care." His eyes darkened, and he thrust even deeper, pushing me towards the headboard. "Faster," I whispered in his ear. " Fuck, Thalia." He responded by increasing his pace until it was almost frantic. I had unleashed the beast. He was like a man possessed, and he was driving both of us insane. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he grabbed mine and turned me slightly so he was thrusting at an angle. Holy fuck. He was so good. Too good. His grip felt tighter as his climax got closer. I could feel mine on the precipice and sooner than I thought possible, I was coming. I screamed my orgasm in his ear and he tightened and jerked as his own climax took over him.

"That was…" Carey placed a light kiss on my lips. "I don't remember ever feeling like this." He lifted himself by his elbows so he was hovering above me but still inside me. As though he didn't want to separate himself from me yet. I didn't want him to.

It's never been like this with anyone, ever. I don't know what I expected this night to be like, but it wasn't to get so lost in the act of… making love, no strike that, having sex, that I completely forgot myself.

"It's never been like this for me, too." He kissed me again. Soft and caressing, agreeing with me.

Slowly, he withdrew out of me and laid beside me as he took care of the condom. I watched him get up from the bed and enter the bathroom. His body was beautiful, even from the back. Sinewy muscles, tight ass and muscular legs. As I listened to the sound of water rushing in, Clarity and sense swiftly returned as I ruminated on what I had just done. I slept with him. I had sex with Carey. The guilt and shame I felt was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure that was still buzzing in my body. I had already indulged myself once, and I was already feeling tempted to indulge again.

Carey came back and laid on the bed next to me. We were a silent for a few minutes as my brain went into overdrive thinking of the implications of what I had just done. He'll never know. He will find out. Two thoughts fighting for dominance in my head, but one course was clear. I had to leave.

I got up, but his hand went to my chest and gently pushed back down. He slid his hand over to my arm and he covered half of my body with his. "Not so fast," he said in my ear before he licked the lobe. "You're not going to fuck me and leave me, are you?"

"I have work tomorrow," I said.

"So?" He nipped at the earlobe as his hand traveled to my breast and gently caressed it. My body sang in response as though I hadn't just been fucked raw a few minutes ago. "It's not tomorrow, yet."

"I need to get up early."

He trailed his lips to mine and chuckled against them. "Liar. You work at a bar."

Concentrating was hard when his lips were caressing my cheek and occasionally my mouth. "There's stuff I need to do before I go to work."

"So," he said as he bit my cheek softly, "Postpone them and do me."

"It's urgent."

He leaned on his elbows. "What do you need to do that's so urgent?" his brows cocked as he looked down at me inquisitively.

I was caught in a lie once again. I had little to do besides taking care of my mother outside of work and since she was at the hospice, these days, my days were more free. Add to that, I had a day off tomorrow. As I scrambled for a convincing answer, I went silent for too long, and Carey called my bluff.

Carey bent his head to the side. "Why are you so eager to run away? You came to me first, and yet it feels like I have been chasing you the entire time."

"I am not doing it deliberately, if that's what you're asking."

"Then why are you running away?"

"Am I? I'm in your bed. Underneath you. Freshly fucked."

"Yes. You gave me a taste and now that I want the full meal, you snatch it away from me."

"I gave it all in one night. Hardly a taste."

"Yeah, but I want more. I know you feel the fire between us. I can't be the only one who feels like this." His voice changed. It sounded strained. "Please stay. Just for the night."

It was hard to say no to him when a man begged like that. I gave him a deft nod, and that was enough for him. He flashed a bright smile that warmed me. Just one more night. After tonight, I am telling him we can't do this again.

He got up from the bed, took my hand, and pulled me up. I followed him as he led me to the sumptuous gray and black bathroom. The freestanding black tub stood in contrast to the white foam bubbles filling it. He lifted me and placed me in and then came to sit behind me. The water was close to hot, but warm enough to sit. I felt my muscles relax and subconsciously leaned back against Carey's chest. I felt his breathy chuckle. "See what you get when you don't fuck em and leave em."

He made me sound like I was much more sophisticated than I was. I adjusted my body so I could sit more comfortably and felt his hardening cock nudge my back.

"I didn't mean to hurt you."

He wrapped his legs around mine and scooped foam, which he playfully placed on each of my nipples. "My heart's fine now that I have you in my clutches." He slid his hands up and down my arms lazily. "You have no idea how hard I searched for you. For a moment, I thought I had imagined you. Like a wet dream from my teenage years reappearing in a LSD trip."

I rolled my eyes. "Teenage wet dream? Experience begs to differ."

He squeezed his arms around me, splashing the water about. "It's true. You were the main attraction in my plenty of my boyhood dreams."

I scoffed, remembering his coldness towards me.

"I'm not lying. I used to get excited whenever I learned you were cleaning the house. Instead of doing any of the twenty things I occupied myself with during the weekend, I would play video games in my room, hoping you'd come in." I glanced up at him. There was no smirk or playful twinkle in his eyes. He was serious. "No way."'

"Yes way. Instead of doing something about it, I would watch you work, hoping you would not see my boner the entire time."

"Why didn't you do anything?"

He sighed. "I was young and dumb."

"And proud," I added.

He brushed my forehead. I looked up at him. "Was I that bad?" he asked.

I nodded.

"If you must know, I was arrogant because I thought it was cool."

His outright admission surprised me. "Well, you should have said something. I grew up thinking you hate me."

His body tensed. "I'm sorry."

I looked up at him. He was genuine. I didn't know until then that I had been waiting for his apology. And now that I had gotten it, I felt guilty about my deception. "Carey," I said, but he cut me off with a kiss.

"You're beautiful." He kissed me again as his left hand wandered to my breast, while his right went down to my pussy. He played with me like my body was an instrument. His fingers strummed my nipple and clit like cords on a guitar. I was writhing and against his chest and cock in senseless pleasure. I watched as my boobs bobbed in the water while it sloshed around us, no doubt making a mess in the bathroom. He only increased his speed until I didn't know where I was and soon, I tensed and then quaked as I came apart in his arms.

We got out of the tub after I had calmed down. Even though my legs felt like jelly, we helped each other dry and went back to the bed, where he showed me the same hunger he had for me earlier in the night. This time, he was more deliberate and slow in his lovemaking. Taking time to make sure I came first. Worshipping my body and making me feel like I was a goddess. When it was over, we went under the covers and slept. But he wasn't done. In the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up, he woke me again with small kisses on my neck and shoulder. With my back to his front, he entered me lazily as he said, "I don't think I'll ever have enough of you."