I’m playing with fire. Zack is right that the best move here is to leave him alone. But I hate how he just treated his brother. I hate how he storms around acting like he can behave however he wants – like his problems are the worst in the world when he’s immensely privileged to have any of us.
“I said open the door!” I yell again, the tension and power in my voice surprising me. I’m just his wife – some woman he paid for. Padraic could chop me up and bury me on a golf course and the FBI probably wouldn’t even investigate.
The door flies open and my husband stands there in his day off outfit, smelling like the most expensive cologne you have ever inhaled, growling like a polar bear about to rip me limb from limb.
“Stop pestering me,” he snarls at me. But he engages with me, which is better than slamming the door.
“You owe us both an apology.”
“I’m sorry for taking the day off to spend with an ungrateful, self-absorbed brat who has absolutely no interest in me outside of my money.”
“What are you talking about?”
I think Padraic might be on something. Don’t billionaires have access to designer drugs that I’ve never even heard about? He must be on one of those. Padraic’s eyes blaze with pure outrage, presumably at being misunderstood or ignored or just because he’s an entitled man who has always gotten his way.
“I care about you Cullen,” he roars. “And no matter how much I try to turn this into something real, you ignore me and care more about making Zack your gay best friend than acting like my wife.”
“Are you jealous of me hanging out with yourgaybrother?”
Padraic must know how ridiculous he sounds. Zack is a sweet guy, has a partner, and we happen to share several interests. Padraic is too busy for me, Zack takes the time to make sure I feel safe here. I don’t have romantic feelings for my brother-in-law. How could he possibly think that? I just know my place.
I thought I knew my place.
Padraic’s voice drops to a low pitch. His gaze hardens, both serious and emotional as he looks at me. “I am impossibly jealous and infuriated every minute that I’m not by your side.”
“I didn’t realize you cared that much,” I respond, a humiliated flush spreading through me. Padraic takes a step closer to me, his brow furrowed. I think he’s still upset, and even if I don’t agree with his stomping around, I see all the ways he’s tried to reach out to me that were so small… I totally ignored him.Fuck.
I shouldn’t have assumed this was all an obligation. His frustration has been mounting for a while now, judging by the expression on his face. I want to reach out to him now that he’s confessed, but I don’t know what to say.
I would have never guessed that Padraic was so… emotional. His gaze burns through me. I wish I had seen how he cared for me better. I assume he was doing all of it out of obligation. I bite down on my lower lip guiltily.
“You are more than I expected,” he says. “I think I fell for you when I saw you the first time. I would have sensed something wrong before the vows. But I didn’t. My heart knew that I could grow to love you and…
He trails off, or pauses by taking a large breath and sighing outwards.
“I never considered that you might never grow to love me back,” he says. “But it’s a reality that I suppose I can accept.”
I don’t know what to say. It’s close to a love confession, but not quite. It’s more emotion than Padraic has ever shown me and watching an unbreakable icy force like him crack ever so slightly affects me deeply. I keep looking at him and step closer to him until he knows what exactly I want and he kisses me.
The mood between us shifts once our lips touch. Padraic is ravenous for me and my confusion shifts between wanting him and hating him. It just makes me want to get naked with him and forget all of it. He rips my clothing away, helping me with what little tenderness he can muster until I’m naked and he can claw at my hips until his hands cup my ass cheeks and he lifts me against the wall. Naked. Entirely his.
Padraic’s terrifying eyes remain fixed on mine. He holds me up with one hand while another frees his cock. He doesn’t bother getting completely naked. This is as much about owning me as mutual pleasure –moreabout owning me. He’s angry. And jealous. And this makes him want me desperately. Padraic claws at my thighs intensely, keeping me spread open with his muscular hips as the engorged head of his cock rubs overthe length of my slit, teasing my entrance with slow circular movements until he finally finds the right spot and slides forward. My body screams with pleasure as he eases inside me all the way to the hilt.
We’re close again. No obligations. Just desire for each other. I gain the courage to touch Padraic’s body. To allow myself enjoyment of the beautiful, billionaire husband that I chanced upon. His lips meet mine again and I lose myself in kissing him as Padraic thrustshard, fucking me against the wall with urgent, quick thrusts. He wants to take me. To prove I belong to him.
Submitting to him feels good. I turn off the part of my brain that worries about everything. I haven’thad toworry about loans or bills for long enough that I can turn my brain off. There’s more pleasure in Padraic’s world. And in his arms. His lips find my neck as his thrusts grow quicker. I can’t stop myself from expressing pleasure now. Or worry about who hears me.
My husband drives his cock deeper into me, the tip of his cock touching the back walls of my pussy as his girth splits me wider. Everything between us is too wet. It feels too good for me to restrain myself. I dig my nails into Padraic’s back and move my hips to meet his thrusting. It’s just what I need. He drives into me deep with a few more thrusts, rubbing the more sensitive part of my pussy until he hits my sweet spot in just the right way and I explode.
The eruption overwhelms me completely. I wrap my legs around my husband as he pounds me into the wall, grunting with angry masculine desire until I feel his big cock twitching between my legs and then release. Warm cum spews from the tip of his cock. He groans, releasing an outpour of warm breath on my neck that tickles and spreads even more ecstasy through my body.
I don’t want to let go of him. He seems to share the feeling. I hold onto him tightly as Padraic kisses me and then slowlywithdraws his cock, the wet meat sword smacking against my thigh as he slowly lowers me.He’s still hard. How can this be possible?
Padraic’s eyes keep burning with lust he doesn’t need to put into words. I can feel the yearning from him.
“I need more tonight,” he says in a low, terrifying voice. More? He just came inside me. I can’t imagine more. My heart throbs in panic that matches Padraic’s tone.
“Like what?” I try not to sound trembling and weak.