Chapter 18
Sloane
My hands shook as I peeled the potatoes for tonight’s dinner.
All day the knowledge that he had questions he wanted answers to had been plaguing me.
There was a part of me that wanted to trust him and tell him everything I knew and what I’d done.
But it was terrifying. If I confessed everything and he ran to Ethan it would cost me my life.
Ethan would have me killed for stealing from and betraying him.
My eyes had strayed to my clock multiple times each hour, waiting for Ethan to walk in and drag me off. He never did. As far as I could tell, Rip hadn’t told his boss anything. Ethan would hate it if he knew I knew his secrets.
Taking a deep breath, I let the words tumble out.
I kept my gaze on my knife as I cut vegetables.
Seeing a disappointed look on Rip’s face would crush me.
I’d rather not see it. This was my test for my new husband.
It was risky because if he failed and told Ethan, I would pay.
But he had to know. And he hadn’t let me be beaten before.
Everything inside of me was screaming that I could trust him.
“I know how Ethan makes money because I spy on him,” I admitted.
A quick peek over my shoulder—I was a glutton for punishment—showed that he looked surprised, but there wasn’t any disappointment on his features.
I blew out a breath of relief before I continued.
“I break into his office at night and go through his paperwork.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “Read his mail. Things like that.”
Rip’s mouth was hanging open now and I couldn’t help but laugh. I smothered it with my hand, but a few giggles slipped out.
He stood up and came toward me. “And here I thought you were an angel,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re a sinful little thief is what you are.”
I gave a delicate shrug, but leaned back against his chest when he wrapped his arms around me. Who would have thought that I could feel so comfortable with a man? That I’d find one who seemed to have feelings for me like I did him?
“The devil was once an angel,” I informed him in a self-righteous tone. I’d read enough of The Bible that Ethan liked to mock to know the story.
He grinned at the teasing. “I guess you’ll have to be my little devil when you’ve been a bad girl.” Goose bumps raised on my skin. “And my angel when you’ve been a good girl.”
He spun us away from the counter and pinned me against the wall. I gasped as his hands roamed underneath my apron.
“Rip, I have to make-”
He turned me in his arms and kissed me, ending my objections. His hands were in my hair now, holding me in place so he could ravish me with his mouth. The man turned my legs to jelly. My thoughts into mush. And sparked to life desire faster than I could blink. I moaned into his mouth.
He had us moving again and I was bent over the kitchen table before I knew what was happening. My eyes widened on the bare wall in front of me as he rucked up my skirt and his fingers found my already dripping core.
“Rip! We’re in the kitchen.”
“I know you’re a classy lady, Sloane,” he said, groaning when he slid a finger inside me. “But you’re my wife and I’m going to dirty you up a bit. When you’re in our home, with me, you’re going to be my filthy girl. I want to fuck you in all the ways I’ve been imagining since I first saw you.”
There were no words. I didn’t know how to respond to all of that, but my pulse spiked as he said these things to me. I think I liked his dirty talk. That he seemed to find me beautiful even though I had scars all over. There was lust in his eyes when he looked at me. I knew he wasn’t faking it.
His body covered my back and the table beneath us groaned under our combined weight. He didn’t seem to care. He was too busy whispering dirty things in my ears while his fingers brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
“I want you to come for me, Sloane. Prove to me that you’re mine. That you’ll always be mine. I fucking love seeing you turn into a dirty girl. My dirty girl.”
His words were shocking, and enticing. My thighs shook as my body coiled tighter. I was just about to come, when he pulled his finger out of me and stopped rubbing my clit. Huffing out a breath in irritation, I shot him a glare over my shoulder.
His grin spread across his face. “Something wrong, Angel?”
“Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop what?”
My glare intensified. He couldn’t make me say it.
The words were too shameful. What we were doing was shameful, wasn’t it?
But oh, it felt so good. How could something that created these sensations be shameful?
Maybe that was just another thing I’d been lied to about my entire life.
It felt right, being here with Rip. We were husband and wife. I let the building shame slide away.
“Tell me that you want me to fuck you, Angel.”
“I-I want you to fuck me, Rip.”
He shuddered, the vibrations pouring into me from where we touched. “That’s so goddamned hot.”
I bit my lip as my core clenched. I was empty and now that I knew exactly what I was missing I wanted him to fill me up and make me feel the way he had before.
“Please, Rip.”
“One more, Baby. Tell me you want me to slide my cock into that tight little pussy.”
I shook my head, then laid my forehead down on the table. My breaths were coming quickly and I wanted this more than anything, so I whispered the words he asked for.
My pussy stretched around his hard length as he took control of my body. I didn’t care. I was giving it willingly. Control was the last thing I wanted right now. Crying out as he bottomed out inside of me, my pussy clamped down on him.
“You keep that up, Little Devil and this is going to be a very short ride.”
It wasn’t like I’d done it on purpose. He just had me so worked up, I couldn’t seem to help myself. He still had me pinned to the table with his weight, but my hips were grinding back against him as much as I was able to move.
I need more.
“Okay, Angel. I’ll give you everything you need.”
My eyes opened and I wondered if I’d said that out loud?
I didn’t think so. He was just reading the desperation of my movements.
My eyes rolled back as he dragged himself from my body, then thrust back in.
My hips hit the table and the little bite of pain somehow made this all feel that much better.
I didn’t know how he could read me so easily, but he just seemed to know what I needed.
My moans were low and tortured as he fucked me. The table creaked and groaned. He was growling and continuing to speak dirty, delicious things to me.
He finally rose up off of me and I shoved myself up onto my elbows, hanging my head as the bliss washed over me with every roll of his hips. His dick was rubbing a spot deep inside me that was going to make me hit a high note when I came. I just knew it.
Everything inside me was coiling tighter and my entire world centered around him. His hands were on my hips, holding me still so he could power into my body. The sounds echoing through our kitchen were obscene. There was no way I was that wet. Right?
I dropped back down so my chest was flat against the wooden surface of the table. I couldn’t focus enough to hold myself up. All my concentration was taken up by rocking my hips back into him. It made a smacking sound that was increasing my pleasure and I wondered if he enjoyed it too.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel so damn good.” He leaned over me so he could growl into my ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t ever think of another man again. You’ll beg me to fuck you every night and come apart in my arms. You’re mine and I’m not fucking letting you go.”
Letting me go?
I flinched a little at his words. Did he somehow know about my plan to leave here?
Would he come with me if I told him? I wasn’t quite ready to spill all my secrets so I bit the insides of my lips.
All he had to do was start asking me questions and I’d sing like a canary right now. I was too open. Too vulnerable to him.
His weight left me again, but his hand snaked around, underneath my body and he started rubbing my clit in time to his thrusts.
That was all it took to send me straight to the heavens. With a strangled cry, I did exactly as he predicted and came harder than before.
His fingers bit into the flesh on my hips as he pumped into me. “So good. That sweet little pussy milking me is more than I can take, Angel.” His shout as he came was somehow satisfying to me.
I liked hearing how much he enjoyed my body, because I enjoyed his, too. I was still innocent to the ways of sex and men, but I had a feeling Rip would happily teach me what he knew. I was ready for that.
He collapsed onto my back and I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his weight pressing down on me. There was a sense of connection between us and I didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, it had to and Rip scooped me up into his arms and carried me to our bedroom. I buried my face in his neck and inhaled his scent. It was a fresh scent that I’d never smelled before and I wondered what it was.
Before I could ask, he set me down and disappeared inside the bathroom.
I heard the tub running and stepped inside with him.
We were both still fully clothed, but somehow that just made what we did even hotter.
What was wrong with me? My pussy pulsed, sending a flood of wetness down to coat my thighs.
It was his essence mixed with mine. My cheeks heated with the realization.
He turned toward me, a determined glint in his eyes. “You take a bath. I’ll handle dinner.” He didn’t wait for my response, just began undressing me with a skill and speed that was shocking.
When I was naked in front of him, his eyes roved over me and I wondered if he was going to make love to me again. Instead, he pulled me close for a bruising kiss before turning me and giving my naked ass a slap. “Into the bath, Angel.”
I squealed in surprise and took a step forward. A nice long soak before dinner sounded amazing, so I stepped in and sank to my chin in the hot water.
My body buzzed pleasantly from its release and something in my chest loosened the slightest bit. I’d told him a few secrets now and he hadn’t run to Ethan with them. I hoped with all my heart that I could trust this man. My man.
If I made it through the next couple of days without being found out, maybe I could trust him with the rest of my secrets. There was still so much about me he didn’t know.
Will he feel differently toward me once he knows who I am? What I plan to do?
Sighing, I closed my eyes and banished the thoughts from my mind.
There was no point in worrying myself sick until I knew I could trust him with all of my truths.
If Rip was half the man I was beginning to suspect he was, he wouldn’t judge me too harshly.
I hoped he’d continue to want to protect me. Maybe even love me.