Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
LAYA
A nger boils inside me at his refusal to give in to me. I’d spent years watching him give himself to other women. My body ached to be them. My core clenched as he hammered inside them with such intensity, he took my breath away. My soul broke as I came to terms with that person never being me. Always on the outside looking in.
But now I have him; he’s my husband, and he still won’t give me what he gave them.
He refuses to give me the same unadulterated passion he gave them, and I hate it. I hate them and the jealousy rushing through me so strongly I spit the words out to make him feel the same hurt he’s caused me. “Carlos called me baby girl whenever we were in the bedroom. It got him so hard it drove me wild. He took the one thing from me you never did, and I gave it to him with a smile on my face, knowing you’d never own that part of me. You think I didn’t recreate every scene I ever witnessed you do? You think I didn’t recreate you?” I ignore the fury emanating from him and deliver him the same pain he caused me over the years. “You think I don’t deserve that side of you? You’re wrong, Owen. It’s the only way I could get off, imagining he was rough like you, and he loved it!”
His head slowly raises, and the violence behind his eyes makes my heart skip a beat.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Each word is cold, calculated, and detached, and my blood freezes over at the way his muscles constrict, then with them, a coiling feeling weaves around my heart as each breath becomes ragged under his strained glare.
I shake off the vulnerable feeling that washes over me and pull my shoulders back, then throw my hair over my shoulder, feigning confidence.
“He fucked my ass so hard, Owen. Then he wrapped his hands around my throat as he whispered baby girl into my ear.” I lick my lips. “It was his name I screamed when I came, my husband’s.”
His control snaps on my final word, and an almighty roar erupts from his chest as he jumps to his feet. He launches the chair across the room, then stalks toward me and grips me by my throat to walk me backward toward the mattress, making my pussy clench at his aggressive dominance.
Then he releases me, and I sag in disappointment.
“Crawl on the bed. I want that ass. Get it up in the fucking air, Laya. I’ll show you how dark I fucking go.” Before I climb onto the bed, he takes a hold of my hair and yanks me back against his chest. His thick cock is pushed up against me, and I moan when it twitches. “You asked for this, remember that,” he grits out.
I want him to destroy me. I want him to take every memory with Carlos that never should have existed and obliterate them.
“Ruin me,” I whisper, and his eyes blaze with a promise to do just that.