32. Arsen
32
ARSEN
Working a vibrator into my wife isn’t what most people would call “giving her space,” but I’m not fucking her with my fingers, so it’s more space than I want to be giving.
“Arsen!” Laila gasps, lifting her hips. Her hand snakes down between us to wrap around my wrist. Her nails bite into my skin. “Arsen… more.”
And just like that, what little space existed between us is gone.
I all but snap the vibrator in half as I toss it to the floor and put my hands on my wife. I massage my palms up her quivering thighs and work my thumbs up and down, and up, and down, over her opening until she’s whining for me.
“You said you’d be my release.”
Our eyes meet over the length of her body, and fucking hell, I want to stay in this room forever. I want to bar the door and melt the key and make her look at me like that until we’re both too exhausted to stand.
She pouts out her full lower lip, and I work one finger into her. I watch the way her mouth softens and parts. Her eyes flutter closed, and she sighs as I stroke into her again and again, faster and faster.
Her thighs clench, but I pin them to the mattress. “No moving until I give you permission, princess,” I murmur. Then I bend low and kiss along the inside of her leg, tasting every inch of her until I seal my lips over her center, and she screams.
I clap a hand over her mouth as I taste and tease her orgasm out of her. “No screaming until I give you permission, either.” She scrapes her fingers through my hair and grinds her hips against my mouth, using me exactly like she said she would.
And I let her—until she sinks back into the bed, limp and panting.
Then I stand up.
It’s a dangerous game I’m playing, but I adjust my aching cock in my jeans and turn for the door.
“Where are you—?” She lifts herself onto her elbows. Her hair is mussed and her cheeks are flushed, and my fucking God, no one has ever looked so thoroughly fucked and fuckable in all of human history. “I thought…”
Her voice trails off, and I arch a brow. “You wanted me for release. If I’m not mistaken—” I lift two slick fingers to my mouth and take a long, luxurious taste. “—that was your release. You don’t need me anymore. Unless…?”
Something sparks in her eyes. A recognition of the dangerous game we’re playing. An acceptance of it. A desire to keep on playing.
Slowly, achingly slowly, she slides a hand down her body, touching herself everywhere I want to touch her.
“But I want more,” she purrs.
Again, miracles abound. The fact I don’t lunge across the room and drive every inch of myself into her is a feat of human willpower that will never be repeated.
“We shouldn’t make this something it isn’t.” I wield her words against her like a weapon, and I savor the moment they land.
Her lips purse. Brow furrows. Fuck, this entire thing could go sideways in an instant. There’s every chance I end up back in my room, finishing in my own damn hand to the image of my wife falling apart beneath me.
But if Laila is going to look into my eyes and lie to me again and again, I need her to know it’s a lie.
I’m not just here to be her release. I’m not just here for the sex. She was crying my name before she even knew I was in the room, and that fucking means something.
Carefully, Laila slides to the end of the bed and stands up. Her body is sheened with sweat, all of her lean, tight curves glistening as she walks towards me.
“What this is ,” she breathes, walking a slow circle around me, her hand trailing lazily from my chest to my shoulder, down my spine, “is sex. Good sex, if we’ll let it be that. And nice as that little appetizer was, I’m not done yet. Neither are you, by the looks of it.”
She stops in front of me and palms the bulge in my jeans.
I press against her palm with a growl, because even miracles have their limits.
She stretches onto her toes and unzips my pants, working her hand under the waistband of my boxers until she’s gripping me. Stroking to the rhythm of my ragged breathing.
Her mouth curls into a satisfied smirk. “I know you want it.”
In a flash, I rip her hand out of my pants and spin her around. I crush her back against my chest, my lips brushing against the curve of her ear. “I know exactly what I want. It’s no secret, Laila. You’re the one who won’t admit the truth.”
She’s breathing hard, shocked by the abrupt switch in control. “I want sex.”
“Then say someone else’s name when you touch yourself,” I growl. “See someone else’s face. I dare you.”
“Fuck you.” She tries to pull away, but I hold her tight. She’s not going anywhere yet. I walk us forward until she’s pinned between my body and the plate-glass window. “Let me go!”
I drop my arm from her waist, but before she can take a step, I palm her breast. I slide a hand over the swell of her hip and dip between her legs, and she grinds to a halt right there so she doesn’t lose that tiny point of contact.
“Leave if you want.” I massage a circle over her clit, and she gasps, dropping her head back on my shoulder. “No one is stopping you.”
Her body melts against mine. I kiss a line down her neck and the slope of her shoulder. I touch her until she wraps a hand around my neck, clinging to me to keep from sinking to her knees.
Finally, she reaches behind her and frees my aching cock from my jeans. I spring free, settling against her ass with a groan.
When she tries to position me between her legs, I arch away. “Who do you belong to, Laila?”
“Arsen,” she complains. “Don’t.”
But it’s not good enough. I band a hand loosely around her throat. “Who the fuck do you belong to?”
She hesitates, but we both know I won’t touch her the way she wants until she tells me the truth.
“You,” she finally whispers.
I reward her with an inch. “Say it again.”
“I belong to you,” she whines, planting her hands against the glass as I give her a little more.
I’m shaking with the restraint it takes not to fill her to the hilt, but third time's the charm. “Tell me one more time, baby.”
“I belong to you,” she moans, working her hips back against me at the same time I slam into her. We meet in the middle with a satisfying slap, both exhaling as she adjusts to the full length of me.
As soon as she’s ready, I press her to the glass and fuck her the way I wanted to the second I walked into the room.
It’s savage, really. I want to break her and she wants to be broken. Each time we crash together and that breaking doesn’t happen, we both try again harder. Grunting. Thrusting. Every breath pluming hot in the darkness.
The lawn is lit in silvery moonlight as I fill her again and again. “If anyone is down there, they’ll see you,” I grit between clenched teeth. “They’ll know who you belong to. They’ll know you’re mine.”
She slaps her hands to the glass. “I’m yours.”
The words are sending me over the edge, and I want to take her with me.
“Then come for me,” I order. “Finish with me.”
She clenches her pussy around me, and my vision goes dark. Everything I have spills into my wife as I roar against her neck. Then?—
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
It feels so much smoother without the jagged edges of everything we just left behind.
Laila reaches back to stroke a hand through my hair, coaxing me down with her until we’re gently rocking together against the window, pulsing with the little energy we have left.
She sighs, her breath fogging the glass. “There’s no way you’re not going to make this complicated for me, is there?”
I grab her chin and turn her face to mine so I can claim her mouth in a long, hungry kiss that has me twitching inside of her again already. “It’s not complicated. As soon as you accept what we are, you’ll see that.”
Her forehead falls against the glass. She looks at me over her shoulder like she’s trying to find the answers to a test in my eyes. “This was just for tonight, Arsen.”
I slide out of her, shaking my head. “The very first moment I touched you, I knew it wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Even before I realized it myself, I was playing for keeps. You’re my wife, and you always will be.”
She gives me a sad smile.
But there’s nothing sad about this moment. She’s breaking, and she doesn't even realize it.
Laila Barnes is about to see exactly how I won over my empire—with my entire focus.
This will be no different.