37. The Villain
THE VILLAIN
Instead, I had to take her right to work.
The only consolation was whatever this bond was between us. She spent the whole day chatting with me. Occasionally, she would throw images of her celebration ideas across the bridge and it took every ounce of self-control to keep from kidnapping her.
I felt a grin growing. My wife wanted to play and I was more than happy to play with her.
I fell into step behind her, still engulfed in shadows. She paused her walk, tilting her head left, trying to catch me from the corner of her eye. She wouldn’t, that would ruin our fun.
Is that you? Her voice travelled over the bridge.
Is what me?
Nothing. Must just be paranoid. I’m just leaving the hospital, are you home? She started walking again.
I’m grabbing dinner. Should I stop by the liquor store, too?
Gravel crunched under my boot. She stopped and did a more obvious check of her surroundings.
Seriously, is that you?
Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?
No, I’m fine. What’s for—
I reached out of my shadows, slammed a hand over her mouth, and dragged her into the nearest alley.
Her yelp was muffled but the elbow I got to the ribs knocked the wind out of me.
Then she stomped on my foot so hard she broke one of my toes—thank god for super healing—and I let go.
She whirled around, ready to slam her fist right in my face, but stopped short when she saw me grinning at her.
“You fucking psycho! What the hell were you thinking? I could have hurt you!”
I snaked my arms around her waist and tugged her into me. “You did hurt me,” I mumbled into her lips. “It was hot as fuck.”
She laughed. “You’re insane.”
“Only for you baby.” I picked her up and pressed her against the brick wall behind her. “I’ve been going out of my mind all day, waiting to have you here, just like this.” I kissed her neck.
“Insatiable,” she teased, raking her fingers through my hair.
I slid one of my hands under her skirt, up her thigh and—fuck me, she really did want to play. She knew how much I loved it when she was already bare for me.
“How long have you been waiting for me like this?” I asked, kissing along her jaw.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. “Celebration idea number four. I’d soaked completely through them anyway, figured I might as well take them off.”
This fucking woman. She drove me so crazy it took the last of my self-control not to fuck her against this wall right here right now.
Not that I thought she would care much, but I didn’t want our first time as husband and wife to be five minutes in an alleyway where anyone could walk by. I was going to take her properly…
After I had a little fun.
I dropped to my knees, readjusting her so her legs were wrapped around my shoulders. I hiked up her skirt higher on her hips and ran my tongue over her clit. She hummed, letting her head fall against the wall.
I slid one finger in, then two. She moaned softly, digging her fingers deeper into my hair.
Usually I’d drag this out longer but she was so fucking ready for my fingers I needed to be inside her—like eight hours ago.
So I sucked and licked and nibbled until her breathing hitched and she nearly crushed my head between her thighs—worth it.
I kissed along her inner thigh. “You look so fucking beautiful coming apart on my face.”
Her eyes were closed, head still leaning on the wall, as a smile grew on her face.
“Imagine how good I’ll look coming apart wrapped around your cock.”
“Such a wicked mouth, wife.”
She unhooked herself from my shoulders. “You should take me home and do something about that, husband.”
One second we were standing in the alley, the next I was kissing her in her apartment—our apartment—home.
She unzipped my leather jacket then ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, so she could push the jacket down my arms. She reached for the hem of my shirt and I started to pull back so she could lift it over my head but—
She ripped it. Right of my chest. And fuck, that was the hottest thing ever.
“What—”
“Shut up,” she snapped.
She barely pulled her lips off mine as she started working my belt loose, then the button and zipper of my jeans. She only pulled away for a second to pull my pants and boxers down before shoving me onto the couch and climbing on top of me.
Nope, that was the hottest thing ever.
She started grinding on my shaft, a slow and agonizing pace. I groaned, trying to move her hips faster but she slapped my hands away.
“Ask me nicely,” she mumbled into my lips.
My eyes flickered open to find her watching me, smirk on her face. “I—”
“Unless the next word out of your mouth is please, I don’t want to hear it. I told you to shut up.”
Fuck me. My beautiful wife was full of surprises. A switch; we were going to have so much fun together.
Instead of begging—which I totally would do, just not yet—I moved my hands behind my head and grinned up at her. I could be a brat too. I was pretty sure my expression was saying make me because her own grin was nothing sort of sadistic.
She slowed her grind to almost nonexistent movements. And she stayed like that, slapping my hands away any time I tried to touch her, biting my lip any time I tried to talk.
“Ask me nicely.”
“Can I touch you?”
Her eyes burned with amusement, her eyebrow raised.
“Please?”
She hummed in approval and kissed my neck. “Such a good boy.” My jaw. “What else do you want?”
My hands went to the zipper at the back of her skirt.
“This. Off.”
No objection was made, so I unzipped it and threw it to the side before moving to her turtleneck sweater.
“This too.”
She leaned back so I could pull it over her head—pretty sure she would rip my head off if I tore this off her. Finally, I went for her bra, front clipped.
“And this.”
She watched as I unclipped it then cupped her breast, sucking on one nipple then the other. Her breathing became harsher but the pace of her grinding didn’t change. Stubborn woman.
Her fingers threaded into my hair and she tugged my head back. “What do you want Aus? Tell me.”
“I want you to ride me until you come apart.” I kissed her cheek.
“Then I want you to let me take you to bed so I can love you so thoroughly that we ruin our freshly cleaned sheets.” Her jaw.
“And then I want to keep going until you’re nothing but a puddle under me.
” The pulse point on her neck. “I want to feel this pounding against my fingers while my hand is wrapped around your throat.” Her shoulder.
“What I need is your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Beg me,” she whispered.
I shuttered and dug my fingers into her hips to pull her closer. “Please, Nightshade. I need you so fucking bad.”
“Hm, such a good boy.”
She lifted for half a second before she dropped, taking me all the way.
Fucking fuck. She was so fucking wet, I was ready to burst right there.
She’d been dripping all over me the last twenty minutes with her teasing, but holy shit I’d never get tired of the way she felt when she finally wrapped around me.
“Fuck,” I hissed, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip to keep myself in check.
“You feel so fucking good,” she moaned.
“If you keep talking to me like that, I’m not going to last.”
Her eyes landed on mine, smirk on her face. “Good.”
Three hours later, I decided to tear myself away from my wife long enough to get us pizza and pick up drinks from the liquor store. She was passed out by the time I walked in the door. I stuck the drinks in the fridge and turned the oven on to keep the pizza warm while I woke her up.
She groaned softly. “Tired. Go away.”
“You need to eat, my love. Plus, you wanted to go up to the cottage for a couple days. I promise you can go straight to bed the second we get there.”
“Ten more minutes.” She rolled over, clinging to the blanket. “Please,” she mumbled.
Goddamn it, I’d never be able to say no to this woman.
“Okay, baby.”
I gave her twenty before I strong armed her out of bed—picked her up, threw her over my shoulder, and sat her at the table.
She tore a strip off me for five minutes before she let me bring the food and a couple of drinks.
God, she was so fucking hot when she was yelling at me.
The way her cheeks flushed pink, how her eyes were glued to me, burning with the same fire she usually had when she wanted to play.
She must have had me conditioned or something, I kept having to tell my dick to chill out.
This wasn’t time to play. He didn’t seem to care.
After she got some pizza in her system, she did a complete one-eighty—all smiles and laughs. She even did her adorable little happy pizza dance as she scarfed down pieces one and two. I watched her, grinning like an idiot as everything sunk in.
I’d get to listen to her day every night over dinner. I’d get to make her smile and laugh every day. I’d get to watch her happy food dances and her victory dances all the time.
But better than all that, I got to call this beautiful, sexy, confident, caring woman my wife for the rest of my life.
And one day—maybe a few years from now when the list was done and we were free to live for ourselves—I’d get to watch as our family grew and I’d be lucky enough to call her the mother of my children.
“Why are you grinning like an idiot? I’m trying to tell you my new reason for hating Jessica. Are you even listening to me?”
“Every word, my love. But I can’t help smiling when I get to spend the rest of my life like this—here with you.”
Her cheeks flushed, eyes darting around the room looking anywhere but at me as her own smile grew on her face.
“Well, stop it. I’m trying to tell you a story and you’re being distracting.”
“Sorry.” I turned my expression more serious. “Won’t happen again. Please, continue.”
She chuckled and shook her head, but she did continue.