Wife Unwanted (Corrupt Vows #2)

Chapter 13

Carey

IT WAS HARD to feel sympathy for someone you hate, especially when they're grieving, and it was even harder with Thalia. She had gone through a lot while taking care of her mother in her last days. And now it seemed she was slowly coming out of that grief. I had postponed attending any parties and events we were invited to for her until this recent one. Even though I didn't want to go to the fundraiser, a friend of mine was a patron and begged me to come, so I agreed. I thought Thalia would refuse, but surprisingly, she was open to it. If only I knew that when I agreed to attend, my wife would end up burning a two million dollar hole in my pocket.

The wife in question sat in the passenger seat as I drove us back home. She was frozen in place, but even with that rigid posture, my body was at full attention to any slight movement she made. Just like at the fundraiser. The gorgeous curve-hugging dress she chose made me forget the pledge I made with myself to never touch her and it was only when I remembered who she was, that I stopped myself from kissing her on the lips when she came out from her bedroom. It was hard not to touch her at the ball that I had to extricate myself from her, but when I saw how all the men in the room were ogling her, I felt a fire in my belly that made me run over to her and claim her as mine.

My own gold-digging wife. I turned to her, and she stared back at me. She blinked twice and whipped her head face forward. Did I catch her staring? Whatever, I thought as I drove the car into the apartment parking lot. We both got out in silence and rode the elevator without a word spoken between us. It was only when we got into the apartment did she gasp. She was behind me. I glanced back as she was closing the door. "Um…" she fidgeted with the door handle.

"I never thanked you for rescuing me. It was so foolish of me." As though her tongue had been untied, a bunch of words rolled out of her. "I didn't read the sheet correctly. I thought I was donating two thousand dollars. I will find a way to pay you back your money."

It was two million dollars. How was she going to do it? Bartending at fifty bars in one night. And for all the talk of wanting my money back, it wasn't true. I had more than enough through my trust fund to donate to charity. And for what it's worth, it was a worthy cause. I enjoyed making her squirm though. "If you're going to ask my father to bail you out, you don't have to."

A choked gasp came out of her.

"What? You made a deal with him once. I'm sure you can make another one with him. I have more brothers you could marry."

Her face paled, but then she stilled herself and tilted her chin up. "I am done dealing with your father, just so you know."

"Do I look like I care?"

"I will make it up to you, I promise."

The warm yellow light of the room gave her brown skin a deep, warm glow. I stalked forward as though I was being pulled by a magnet and took hold of her cheek. Her skin was so soft under my thumb. "And how do you propose on doing that?" Her smooth skin felt like silk under my fingers as my thumb lazily caressed her cheek. Thalia's mouth gaped as I temporarily got lost in her deep brown eyes. Her plump lips were begging for a kiss. Would she mind if I kissed her? "Two million dollars is a lot of money," I said

"I can w-work for it."

" Work for it?"My cock hardened at the prospect. Her red painted lips made me imagine all sorts of things she could do with them as she worked for that money.

"What I mean is…" her voice trailed off as I closed the small space between us and dropped my forehead to hers. Her breath fanned my lips. I could feel the smell of the peppermint she took after dinner brushing my skin. She gulped. "What I mean is, I could find some way of repaying you."

She was talking in circles, but I didn't care to note what she was actually saying. Her lips, her eyes and silky smooth skin mesmerized me I wanted to touch all over. Feel her tremble in my hands once again. Was it a mistake to do what I was about to do? Maybe? But I wanted to feel her lips against mine once more that I let it happen. My mouth bent down to touch hers.

It was sweet at first. Like coming home. Like I was the prodigal son returned. Then that familiar hunger that's always between us took over and we were clutching at each other like our lives depended on the kiss. As though we could drink one another and fill the void I've been ignoring all this time.

She moaned. I pressed my body against hers. Her hands went to my arms and slid down, up, down and inside the jacket of my tux until I felt it drop to the floor. Feeling more free to hold her, my hands traveled down her body to her sweet ass, and gripped her hard. I pressed my groin against hers so she could feel how hard I was for her.

I found the zipper of her dress; it was on the side, and pulled it down. The straps loosened and hung to her cleavage. I thrust the dress down further to her waist and undid her bra. It fell somewhere between us as I palmed her breast and took one erect brown nipple in my mouth. She moaned and, like it was a permission to torment her further, I licked and sucked her breast while I played with the other. Her hands went to my crotch, and I felt her undo my belt buckle. My pants loosened, and she thrust them down to my knees before digging into my trunks and bringing my cock out. It was my turn to moan as her hot hand slid up and down my cock. Her thumb slid on the slit of the head and a bead of cum pearled. I bit her nipples. She squeezed my cock.

"Fuck, you've always been a good fuck."

Somehow, those were the magic words. Or rather I should say the curse words, because she froze, dropped my cock like it was hot steel, and pushed me away from her. I was too stunned to react and stumbled back.

She clutched her hands to her bountiful chest before dropping to pick her bra and pulling back up the straps of her dress. Her mouth was swollen from my kisses and I desperately wanted to kiss it again, but the time for that was clearly over.

"I'm sorry," she said in a choked sob. "That's not what I meant." And ran away to her bedroom.

Fuck. What just happened? I pulled back my pants, picked my jacket from the floor and went to my bathroom where I took a cold shower and finished what she started. In my mind, I fucked her against the wall in that foyer and then fucked her again in this shower while water danced on our skin. It wasn't hard to take care of business after imagining that. When I came, instead of feeling relief, I felt frustrated. It's Thalia you want , a small voice said.

No. She only knew which buttons to press. That's it. I had to learn to control my emotions around her.