Page 77 of Legacy

“You won’t come at this pace, Avra.”

“We’re in a challenge. I will win.”

Her unsteady breath tugged at this part of me that demanded I satisfy her. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled.

“I’m ordering you to make yourself come.”

“I don’t take orders very well.” She closed her eyes, her orgasm teetering but still out of reach.

I smacked her ass, causing her to jerk and quiver around me.

“That’s cheating,” she shouted.

I gritted my teeth, losing the battle not to rail until she begged for mercy.

“Make yourself come, or I will do it for you.”

She stopped her movement with a frown. “Why is it so important? This is just a game.”

Why couldn’t she understand its logic? It was simple.

“You’re my fucking wife. It’s my job to see to your pleasure.” I gripped her forearms. “What idiot doesn’t care for the most important thing in their life?”

She gaped at me. “Why do you have to say shit like this? I was already in love with you.”

It was my turn to stare open-mouthed at her. She couldn’t mean it. We fought, we laughed, we fucked.

Our marriage was a business, arranged, nothing more.

Who was I kidding?

I shifted, turning us so she sat on the seat. “Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?” She looked around. “You moved. I win.”

I gripped her jaw and leaned in. “That you love me.”

“Why is this a surprise?” She swallowed. “I thought you knew the night we made our deal.”

She wrapped her arms around me, drawing me to her. She brushed her lips across mine, soft and gentle. But there was something to it that felt as if she’d punched me in the gut. However, I wanted more of it.

She pulled back, and her gaze locked with mine.

After a few seconds, she said, “I never planned to marry. I accepted that a husband and children weren’t possible, at least for me. I lived in hiding, and any dreams I had vanished after the coup. Then, this plan came into existence, and I decided an arranged marriage was better than nothing. I wasn’t prepared for you. I wasn’t prepared for this.”

A tear slid down her cheek. And this confirmed it. I was utterly lost to this woman.

How the fuck had that happened?

I loved my wife.

“Neither was I.” I cupped her face. “I meant what I said.”

“You’ve said a lot of things.”

“I’m possessive, Avra—to a dangerous level. You’re mine. That means something to me. I will protect you.”

Her lips turned up at the corners. “Well then, possessive man. Are you planning to fuck me or put that delicious hard cock to waste?”

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