Page 170 of Don't Leave Me

“I love you, Hana,” he whispered, his eyes content.

“I love you, Jack,” I smiled at him sweetly.

The rest of the lunch went by in a blur. I had two glasses of champagne, to my delight, and did my best impression of a happy, excited wife. Was it all an act?Am I truly happy now? I couldn’t tell the difference anymore. I was buzzed and decided I justhadto be happy. Why not? I married a man I was obviously very attracted to physically. He was smart and creative and was nice to me when I was nice to him. Why not just make the best out of this whole situation?

“I think we should go back to the hotel and consummate this marriage,” I announced to Jack playfully, loud enough for Emily and Adam to hear.

Jack seemed pleased with my declaration. He looked over at Adam and Emily after Emily insisted on paying the bill. “You heard the lady,” he raised his eyebrows at them.

Emily laughed loudly. “You guys are too much,” she teased us.

We said goodbye to Emily and Adam – they were headed back to the city to spend the rest of their Valentine’s Day alone.

“Call me the instant you’re back in the city!” Emily hugged me tightly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I said in her ear. “Thank you for today.”

“Yes, thank you both,” Jack said, putting his arm around my waist as we ushered them to the door of our suite.

We waved goodbye and Jack quickly shut the door behind us.

“I was really nervous today. It’s a big day, and I was just letting it all sink in. I’m sorry if I wasn’t very excited at first, but once it started to sink in, I wanted to show you how happy I am with you,” I blurted out, almost afraid now that we were all alone.

Jack eyed me, trying to read my face.

“I know, sweetheart. You did very well today,” he said quietly, a slow smile arising. “My dear wife,” he inched closer to me.

I felt my breathing speed up. I knew what was about to happen, and yet after two weeks, I was still excited about the prospect.

“You are all mine now, Hana,” he continued, backing me up slowly against the wall. “You are my lawfully wedded wife, until the day we die,” he smiled, almost sinisterly.

“Yes, I am,” I whispered to him, staring at his pouty lips.

“You have to do whatever I say, don’t you?” he insisted, his voice low, now putting his hands up to the wall to block any sort of passage I could have gone through.

He knew what he was doing. He knew that this would turn me on. I knew that it turned him on too.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“And you are going to love it: every single demand, every single order I give of you. Won’t you?” he softly started to graze his lips to my neck.

“Yes,” I closed my eyes.

Jack now had his hands to my hips and suddenly started to lift my dress up quickly.

“Because you are a naughty, naughty wife, aren’t you? You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? You want me to hurt you?” his hands were now pulling my panties down.

“Yes,” I exhaled, now moaning, watching him take my hands above my head and pin them against the wall with just one of his.

He unzipped his pants and dropped them down, his boxer briefs following. He suddenly stuck one finger inside of me – of course, I was already wet. Jack smiled at me.

“My perverted fucking wife,” he drew his lips back to my neck.

I started to squirm, pressing my hips to his.

“I need you inside of me now. Please,” I begged.

That’s all it took. Jack rammed himself inside of me, and I was consumed by him, my mind in its blank, pure bliss.

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