Wife Unwanted (Corrupt Vows #2)

Chapter 20

Thalia

"TO WHAT DO I owe the pleasure?"

Carey has never come to our store. I don't think he even knew we had a store. In the months since the thanksgiving dinner, Darcy had convinced me to open a shoe store with her. It was a harebrained idea I got one night when we were talking about how difficult it was to get affordable shoes that are suitable for multiple occasions. Darcy had then said we should be the ones doing it and a few months later, we had opened our store. As much as I felt like Darcy was a whirlwind, her idea had been a good one. I finally felt like I was doing something instead of sitting around waiting for the next party invite.

I was in the backroom arranging the new inventory when Carey came. When I came out, I saw him standing by the party shoe rack section, one red stiletto heel in his hand as he keenly observed it.

He placed the shoe back on the rack and turned to face me. He looked immaculate in a gray suit, blue shirt and deep blue tie. Anyone seeing him would think me lucky to have him as a husband.

"You own this place?"

Technically, Darcy did. She had put up most of the upfront costs and we both made a deal that I payback my end in installments. It's not as though the allowance Carey gave me was doing anything. "Yes."

"Huh. Well look at you. The chauffeur's daughter is really on the come up."

"What do you want Carey?"

"Nothing." He thrust his hands in his pockets and darted his gaze around the store. "Just wanted to see your place of business."

"Right." I folded my arms. "Because you've cared so much before."

"You're right I haven't. I have been shirking my husbandly duties recently."

His eyes darkened and my breath caught in my throat. He could not mean what he was implying. The room felt hotter all of a sudden as Carey's gaze bore into me.

"You and I should talk," he said.

"We are talking now." I glared back, wondering why he was here in the first place. "Don't you have criminals to defend. I am working."

He raised his eyebrows. "Is that all you're doing back there?" He jerked his head to the storeroom

I glanced back in time to see Jack, our inventory clerk, come out with boxes of the new stock. Carey's gaze followed the young man as he went about doing his job. "Is there a problem?"

Without warning, Carey grabbed my hand and dragged me into the storeroom and closed the door. He went through the backroom looking around, kicking empty boxes as he marched, and I stumbling into them. Satisfied that no one else was in, he locked the back door and the front door.

"What the fuck!" I wiggled out of his grip and he let me go. I stumbled backwards until I found my footing.

"Who is he?"

"Who?"

"That man you were with in here."

"Jack is my employee. You would know this if your cared a little about what I do during the day."

"Is that all he is to you?"

I frowned, wondering what he could mean by that. I scoffed when it clicked. "You think Jack and I are fucking?" I raised my chin. "So what if we are? 'Feel free to indulge in your own business.' Isn't that what you said?"

"So you're fucking your employees, is that it? Don't come to me when you're slapped with a workplace harassment lawsuit."

I rolled my eyes and went to the door. "If you don't have anything better to say, please leave."

His hand went over mine on the door handle. My pulse beat that much faster as his cologne enveloped me masking the scent of new shoes and cardboard box. It teased my nostrils like a love potion designed specifically for me. I could feel his chest behind me, imprisoning me between him and the door. I turned around to face him.

"Are you going to let me leave my own storeroom or not."

"Not until you tell me what is going on between you and Jack."

I don't know if I've ever seriously looked at Jack. He was a college student working part time for us. So far he had showed signs of being a good worker and not interested in much else other than video games. He was like a little brother to me if there was anything that would be described as a relationship between us. But I didn't feel like explaining all of that to Carey. He had no right barging into my work and stealing my time after spending months ignoring me. "The same thing that's happening between you and Gemma," I said.

He thrust his other hand against the door, pining me between it and his chest. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Are you?"

"Fuck. Fuck you," he said before his lips descended on mine. I was too stunned to do anything other than let him assault my lips. His kiss was hard and punishing. As though he was trying to prove a point. He kissed me like a man demented. And I let him. I wanted more of this insanity he came with. Nothing mattered more than tasting him. He coaxed my lips open and our tongues danced in a fight for dominance. His hands slipped from the door and went to my waist. Suddenly my feet were in the air and I encircled them around his waist as he slammed me against the wall next to the door.

The skirt I wore slid to my waist and his cock nudged at my center. I could feel how hard he was through the barrier of his pants and my panties. I was already wet but I gushed when he thrust his groin against my center, driving me wild. I was kissing him in earnest. My hands went to his arms and slid into his jacket. His chest was hard as my hands slipped down to his groin and made contact with his cock. I rubbed my hand against his cock and he groaned against my lips. His mouth went to my neck, and he licked and bit me, no doubt leaving a mark.

He's marking you, a stray voice said. Claiming you. I threw away the thought and indulged in the moment. My hands fumbled with the belt buckle and the zip until at last he was free. Carey moaned when I touched him. His eyes flared as he gazed into mine just before he ripped open my blouse. "Carey!" I whisper screamed as I heard pearl buttons bounce on the floor.

His hands dug into my bra and took out my breast. My nipple tightened in the cold air of the room. Carey clasped his lips against my breast and sucked. I moaned and bit my lip so I wouldn't be too loud. My hand went down his cock. Up and down, stroking him while he played with my nipple. I pressed his head to my breast with my other hand. He groaned against my nipple and I felt his hand reach into my panties. He thrust two fingers inside me.

"Fucking drenched," he said as he withdrew and rubbed my juices over my clit. "Are you wet for me?"

I nodded. Words were clogged at my throat.

"Say it." His command was harsh.

"I am wet for you."

"No one else…" he rubbed my clit and claimed my lips once more. Somehow, I knew there was more to that statement but I was too wrapped in desire to concentrate on the meaning of words. "Please," I said.

He removed his hand from my pussy and mine from his cock. He thrust my panties to the side and entered me in one swift stroke. His hands went to my waist and bounced me on his cock. I clung to his shoulders as he relentlessly thrust into me. Driving me towards the edge. I could barely catch my breath. The room began to spin as the orgasm crushed into me. And still he continued fucking me like a rag doll until he too came. His cock pulsed into me, his cum rushing inside.

"Carey."

He continued to thrust, emptying himself inside me. He has never done this. Not without a condom. He withdrew and I felt his cum seep into my underwear as I slid down to my feet. "You came inside me," I announced.

Carey adjusted his suit and tie, brushed off any wrinkles on his shirt, and combed through his hair. He unlocked the door and without facing me he said,"So you know who you belong to."