SWNOVELS Chapter 60
“Then I’ll keep pushing you.”
If he’s intent on making me his downfall, then I’ll make sure he never gets back up.
I thought his threats were just that… an in-the-heat-of-the-moment threat, driven by his need to claim. However, every time he says them… I feel their realness in my bones.
He’s trapping me with his words.
The intensity of his warm gaze.
The attention. The protectiveness. The wickedness.
And I’m becoming his willing victim.
It’s Adam trapping and tempting Eve.
“How?” His tone is raw and guttural. “By flirting with other men? Letting them touch you?”
“The idea has appeal.”
“Until when?”
“Until it goes through your head that you may own my body, but you’ll never own my heart,” I promise with finality.
Lips curling in a snarl, he pushes me against the dresser in a flash. His nostrils flaring and eyes frenzied with jealousy, lust, anger, and an emotion that makes me afraid as much as it makes my toes curl… Possessiveness.
Hate.
That’s all we’re supposed to feel for each other.
Fingers circle my throat and tilt my head back so I’m held hostage by his fiery eyes.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“Reminding you that when it comes to you, I’m an unstoppable beast,” he growls. “You’re battling a war you don’t stand a chance of winning. Let me also make one thing clear. No man gets to touch you but me.”
My lips curl and I defiantly retort, “No. I decide who gets to touch me, not you. You can dictate the world around you, never me.”
“Don’t test me, Rose.”
“Or what? What gives you the right to control me?”
“Because I’m your fucking husband,” he roars.
His fingers tighten, stealing half of my air until I’m dizzy and drowning in his scent. Leaning down, he runs his nose along my jaw until his lips brush my ear. Biting until I whimper in pain, he pulls back in satisfaction.
Using his grip on my hair as leverage, he bends me over the dresser before wrenching down the hidden zipper expertly. I gasp when with a single hand, he rips my outfit in two. Kicking aside the torn pieces, he does the same to my bra.
My nipples harden.
Cool air caresses the tops of my thighs and my ass, which sizzles in anticipation.
I buck to dislodge his grip and he only pushes me down harder by pressing a hand between my shoulder blades.
Sting.
“Wha—” I yelp, more in surprise.
He spanks my ass again thrice in rapid succession. Each one stinging harder than the last. Arrogant sadist.
While I’m lost in the heat spreading over my skin, the next thing I know, he’s tearing off my thong. A betraying moan slips past my lips when his palm cups my pussy, his middle finger tracing the seam before sliding deeper.
“Fuck,” I curse.
Wrenching my head back, our eyes connect in the mirror as he stands tall behind my bent-over frame. His muscles bulging in aggression beneath his expensive suit.
His full lips are curled in an intense smirk that makes my pussy wet.
“I’m the only man who’s ever going to fuck you. The only man with the right to fulfil your every need, every desire, and all your fantasies.” He growls. The teasing way he was rubbing my slit now becoming rougher with each spoken word.
Sliding one thick finger in to the hilt, he rubs it right against my G-spot without fumbling for even a second. “You want this cunt filled and fucked until you can’t walk, it will be with my cock.”
Another finger in and a vicious thrust that makes my toes curl and gaze heavy-lidded in pleasure.
“You want to use a man to get your lust sated, you use my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
My hips grind of their own accord, riding his fingers just like he commanded a second ago while pleasure floods my veins.
“And just when you’ve come as many times as I wish.” My rhythm stutters when I feel his thumb push against my asshole. “I’m going to fuck this ass too until I’ve spilled inside you. Until it’s messy with my cum running down your thighs.”
“Oh god… Nova!”
Pressing his hard cock against my sore ass, he finger fucks both my holes in a punishing speed until I rise on my toes to meet his thrusts just as eagerly. My orgasm so damn close I can almost taste it.
I forget how and what led to this moment except I want him to finish the fire he set and make me come.
“Every man around you is a dead man walking, wife. I catch you anywhere near one, you’d just be doing the inevitable. Unless you can sleep with no guilt, I suggest you don’t go near one and don’t let any near you, let alone mention them in my presence.”
The danger and violence emanating from his promise has my walls tightening around his fingers still banging me ruthlessly.
Turning the power behind my confident threat into dust.
And then they’re gone.
One second, I’m filled to the brim, and the next, I’m empty and cool air remains.
“What the fuck?” I yell, focusing on his reflection. My pussy pulses when I see him sucking his fingers that were just inside me.
Standing up, I face him.
“I would make it all happen but not today, dear wife. Had you asked nicely instead of manipulating me, I would have gladly given it to you, but now, I want to hear you beg. Until you do, you have your spicy books to keep your body satisfied. Which clearly isn’t enough,” he ends on a smirk.
“You’re a fucking asshole. And I will never beg.”
“You all but did just a second ago when you were riding my fingers like a cowgirl. I’ll have you riding my dick too.”
Leaving me naked and a mess, he ambles out of the bedroom.
My emotions all over the place, fueled by anger and the cruelly stolen orgasm, I pick my phone up. Without a second thought, I accept the invitation to the play party in Milan.
If I have to drug him to sneak away, I will.
We’ll see who wins the war then.
***
Destiny must be in my favor.
Because as soon as arrive in Milan, Nova receives an urgent call from his assistant that requires his immediate attention. The whole afternoon he spends in an online conference with his team, leaving me to fend for myself.
It grates on his nerves but he relents when I say I’m going solo for sightseeing. With a bodyguard chaperoning me, of course.
I might’ve lied that I’ve never been to this city.
However, I’m glad I did after his domineering ways.
“Are you sure you’re not tired after walking around all day?” asks Nova with a concerned pinch between his brows as he shrugs off his suit jacket.
We’ve just returned after having a cozy dinner, for which he made time. I ignore the butterflies flapping around in my stomach at his gesture. A lot of men could take lessons from him.
“No. I’m feeling inspired, so I’m going to write for a bit,” I lie. It’s nine right now but I also know after a quick shower, Nova will resign himself to bed around ten. The man is obviously not a human.
Who the hell in their right mind wakes up at four in the morning?
Since I’m a night owl, I’m clueless to his morning routine.
It irks me because his knowledge about my quirks and habits is superb.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “Don’t stay up too late.”
Kissing me softly on the lips, which I stupidly return, he disappears around the corner. Despite the tumultuous nature of our marriage so far, he never forgets. I’m beginning to see why he’s so successful at such a young age. His tenacity is unflappable.
For the next hour or so until the clock strikes ten, I pretend to write.
He returns to check up on me again, carrying a bottled water and some snacks.
“In case you get hungry,” he explains and goes to bed after saying good night.
The location of the party isn’t far from our hotel. Only a twenty-minute drive max. I’m planning on returning before Nova wakes up. As I plot for tonight, I start to second-guess myself.
Am I cheating on Nova if I go out?
Our marriage isn’t real.
That’s what I keep telling myself. A part of me believes I’m in the wrong because despite being angry as I accepted the invite, I ticked the box for no sex.
A first for me.
If this is my last chance, shouldn’t I go out with a bang? I shake off the confusing feelings, because it doesn’t matter. I can’t revert my choice. I hate giving up control as much as I crave it. A juxtaposition, if there was one.
With Nova, I’ve only ever surrendered.
I don’t want yet another part of my life to be disrupted by him.
With that in mind, I quietly shut my laptop and tiptoe to the bedroom. The lamp on my side is switched on, which I have a habit of doing at home too. Nova must’ve noticed that. Standing in the doorway, I study his silhouette.
He lies in the bed, arm thrown over his face and the covers hiding his lower body. His bare chest rises and falls with his steady heartbeat.
He’s fast asleep.
Confident he won’t wake up, I back away and walk to the living room. Underneath the L-shaped couch, I hid my clothes for tonight. Mini leather pleated skirt, stockings, and a cropped tank top. All black. Paired with my knee-length heeled boots from yesterday.
I change into my outfit in the spare bathroom.
Over the vanity, I reapply my red lipstick and fluff my hair. The makeup is still perfectly done from when I went out to dinner.
Donning on my long coat, I grab my phone and exit the suite.
My heart is in my throat until I slide into the back seat of the cab.
I look at the skyline of our hotel.
As it vanishes, arousal spikes as I prepare to exercise my demons.