“What about it?” I ask with a frown of confusion reflected on my face.
“They know about the deal we made. They are having doubts about the whole arrangement.”
Just when I’m about to hear more about it, I notice Davina approaching us, holding onto the ends of her long dress with both her hands. Her eyes narrow as if she could sense the tension of our conversation. And even from this distance, I don’t miss the hint of anger in her eyes.
“Set a meeting with one of them tomorrow. No more talk about this for now,” I order him sharply. He seems surprised by my sudden change of demeanour but he follows my instructions and leaves.
“What were you two talking about?” Davina asks the minute she stands in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her breasts up a notch. Fucking God.
“Nothing important.” I wrap an arm around her shoulder, guiding her back inside the venue. She is struggling a bit because of her dress but I can feel the daggers of rage she’s shooting at me with her scorching gaze.
She pushes my hand away from her shoulder and before I know it her hand lands a sharp slap against my cheek. The burn immediately radiates through my skin while ferocity shadows over me, making me want to choke my wife.
Davina grips my jaw, turning me to face her. Her face is completely cold and monotonous as if she were the fucking ice queen.
“I’ve told you before that you won’t ever hide anything from me. Especially when it comes to business and the Firm. I’m letting this go for now. I’m in no mood to make a fuss because my own wedding dress is choking me,” she snarls, her nails digging into my skin so hard that I’m sure they will leave marks. Her face is close to mine and her shallow breath brushes over my lips.
Something raw and carnal fuses inside me which turns my hot rage into dark desire. She is feeling it as well. I can read it in her expression.
“Don’t hide anything from me because the consequences won’t be pretty. We will talk about this tomorrow. Now get your arse back inside and we’re both going to leave. I’ve had enough of this charade for one day.” She loosens her grip on my jaw and caresses my slightly red right cheek with the back of her knuckles, her wedding ring skimming along my skin.
“And after all this bullshit, I need a hard fucking on our wedding night. I deserve some relief for wearing this torture device the whole day. You better fuck me like you hate me, Macsen,” she whispers against my lips and licks my bottom lip before giving it a gentle nibble, sending a roaring pleasure coursing through my blood. My cock is now begging to be buried inside her.
With a sly wink, she heads inside and, after getting myself under control, I walk back as well.
By the time we leave it’s nighttime. The guests crowd around us as we hold hands and walk outside towards my car. We get inside and it’s taking everything in me not to claim her in this car by hitching her dress up as she rides my cock.
Be patient, Macsen. Be patient.
Soon, we reach my place where we are going to spend our so-called happily married life. Just the two of us. It’s a tall building built in a modern style with glass windows all over.
I park the car in my underground parking spot and we both get out. Any normal person would give his wife a tour of the penthouse but I’m not that kind of man.
She and I are after only one thing and we both can’t wait for it anymore. Without wasting any more time, we both head upstairs to our room. I walk inside, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my cuffs. The door clicks shut behind her and she leans against it before taking off her heels. Every inch of her looks fucking delectable. My hands are just itching to trail across her skin.
“I’ve heard married sex is usually boring and it doesn’t take long for the husband to come like a teenage boy,” she starts off, prowling towards me. Her eyes spark with heat. “Will you be the same as the other men in the Firm?” Her voice oozes with desire.
I trace my finger over her plump lips. Her eyes ignite with lust.
“The minute you feel my cock inside your tight cunt, Nyx, you will know I’m nowhere near being a teen fucking boy,” I eventually say, towering over her. Dipping my head, I nibble her earlobe before whispering, “It’ll be rough and you will feel it in your soul.”
She whimpers in anticipation and I take that as my cue to dive in and kiss her as if my life depended on it.
“I can already tell you’re wet just by your eyes. Is my wife ready for me?”
She nods, biting her lip. “Yes. So fucking ready.”
She squirms, her hands working on the buttons of my shirt and pulling my suit off my body, letting it land on the floor along with my tie. Her lips never leave mine as they continue to tease me with her tongue.
Sliding my hands down the globes of her arse, I squeeze, groaning at the back of my throat. She buries her hands in my hair and her breasts press against my chest. Trailing kisses down her jaw, I move to her neck, sucking her skin into my mouth and swirling my tongue along her erogenous zones. Her body suddenly turns still as she fists my hair and pulls my head away from her neck. Her eyes fire up with a sudden fire like a warning.
“Touch me and kiss me anywhere else but stay the fuck away from my neck,” she warns in a breathy voice with a hint of desire lurking behind.
“Why?”
“None of your business. Now kiss me.”
Her voice is cold as ice so I choose to let the matter go for now. I knew right away since the first day that there must be a hidden secret behind the scar on her throat, but it won't be revealed tonight. I have to break down her walls bit by bit to get to her roots so that I can rip it all off and shatter her soul. I kiss her lips with hard and rough motions before moving down to the revealing swell of her breasts. Throwing her head back she lets out a husky moan that makes my blood rush faster. My cock is now painfully hard against my slacks. My hands trail up, finding her zipper and pulling it down, and push down her wedding dress.
I look down at the divine sight of her in white lingerie. She’s wearing a lace bra and knickers with attached garters and thigh-high stockings.
Fucking hell. She’s like a walking wet dream. And tonight she belongs to me.
When she’s done unbuttoning my shirt, she removes it as her eyes take in the sight of my naked, tattooed chest. Her forehead rests against mine while her hands move from my neck, skimming each and every curve of my abs and chest, going lower and lower until they reach my slacks to cup my aching cock.
I groan in anticipation, feeling my heartbeat racing like a horse as my body is surrendering under her touch.
“Fuck. So hard,” she whispers, biting her bottom lip. “I can’t wait to have you inside me, filling me and fucking me hard with your cock, Macsen.”
Suddenly, she presses her delicate palms against my chest and pushes me as I fall on the bed. I lift myself slightly, resting on my elbows, while I watch Davina stand, looking like a fucking sexy and divine woman I’ve never met before. She grins down at me. Her eyes raking down my half-naked body as the hunger for pleasure consumes her the same way it’s consuming me.
CHAPTER FOUR
Davina
I know he’s hiding something from me. I can feel it in my bones that whatever his conversation with Theo was about, it wasn’t a casual talk between brothers about the damn weather. The moment he saw me walking towards them, his eyes betrayed him. He didn’t want me to know.