Chapter 20 #2
I offered her my blandest look. “I may be many things, but a pervert I’m not.” Then I smirked. “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and seduce you.”
She missed my not so thinly veiled threat. “You should have taken me to my room so I could be more comfortable.”
I liked seeing my suit jacket warming her up, and I couldn’t wait for more of my clothing to touch her skin. It was one of the reasons I brought her to my room. I got up and walked over to the dresser and grabbed an old faded tee.
My sister, in one of her ramblings about romance, revealed to me that a girl wearing her man’s T-shirt was extremely romantic.
Aralina might have blackmailed me into watching a rom-com at that time.
My sister was sweet, but she could also be manipulative.
And I couldn’t believe I was relying on my past conversations with her to determine what I should do with my wife.
Lucy was already curled up on her side. My eyes tracked the outline of her body.
Her skirt had ridden up under her ass. I was very tempted to slide my hand between her thighs and touch her in a place I had only ventured once before.
The taste of her during our engagement dinner was seared into my brain.
But I blocked the memory of her delicious cunt for my sanity.
Not anymore. I was going to fuck my wife.
Sadly, not while she was drunk. Not for the first time, at least. Not until we’d established that a physical relationship was going to be part of our marriage.
She popped one eye open. “I’m comfortable.”
“No, you’re not.” I was thankful for my forgiving trousers because my cock, which had been semi-erect on the ride home, was rapidly thickening. I helped Lucy into a sitting position once again.
And with clinical efficiency, I removed her top.
She gasped and crossed her arms over her tits, but I quickly slipped my shirt over her head. Then I snapped the hooks of her bra behind her before I stood her up.
While she slipped her bra out of the armholes, I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down.
“You’re an expert at this.”
I chuckled. “The bra part maybe.”
And then, for my sanity, because Lucy was looking very soft and alluring, I guided her under the blankets.
“Oh my God, this feels so much better.” She propped her cheek on her clasped hands.
“Told you.” I squared my shoulders and thought about something else other than crawling in beside her. “Do you want water?”
“Please.”
I texted Sorcha to bring up a pitcher of water while I walked to the mini-bar for something stronger. A drink that would knock me out so I wouldn’t end up balls deep in my wife while she was asleep. Somnophilia had its appeal, but I’d rather my partner was aware what was going to happen.
I wasn’t going to fuck my wife while she didn’t have full control of her faculties unless we’d discussed this kink beforehand.
A tap on the door let me know Sorcha had arrived. When I opened it, my housekeeper peered behind me.
“I put her shoes in her room,” she said.
I reached for the tray carrying the pitcher. “I’m not about to defile an innocent virgin, Sorcha. You can wipe that look off your face.”
Sorcha had been Irina’s housekeeper since I was a boy.
When I returned from Russia and was given my own properties, my mother sent her to run my household.
She was rarely in my business, even after I got married.
But Sato already informed me she had concerns regarding Lucy’s disinterest in the domesticated part of married life.
“I’m all for you both making this marriage real. You two are very stubborn. But is getting your wife drunk the way to go about it?”
“When I need your advice, I’ll ask for it,” I said.
She lowered her voice even further. “Your wife is strong-willed. I would hate to see you break her spirit.”
I raised a brow. “Are you sure she won’t be the one who will break me?”
She coughed a laugh. “I considered that possibility. Do you want anything for dinner?”
“I’m going to take a nap with my wife and then decide. But we’ll be staying home for the evening.”
The smile on Sorcha’s face irritated the fuck out of me, and it took all my willpower not to slam the door in her face.
When I approached the bed, it was to see my wife lost in a deep sleep. She was even lightly snoring. This wasn’t the first time I’d watched her in an unconscious state, recalling the night she shot Viktor.
Had I been plotting to own her even then?
Ah, Lusenka, you confuse the fuck out of me.
Her spirit and sass shined so fucking bright, it blinded me enough to want to capture the source. The source who was Lucy. Trap her energy in my cage.
But I had zero desire to stick my cock in her mouth then.
A far cry from this moment.
With her mouth slightly open, the temptation was there.
Since the night of our engagement, my desire for her had morphed from possession into something else.
When I tasted her cunt.
Fuuuck.
I nursed another glass of scotch to quell the feral lust stoking the fire in my blood.
Then I crawled into bed beside Lucy.
A risky move. I didn’t want to force my wife. But I was determined to seduce her tonight.