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Chapter 31

Lucian

Anger washed over her face as I approached her. She knew that I knew she needed me, but I wasn’t going to tease her. No. I was going to give her the sex she deserved. I was going to worship her. I never did sweet sex, I fucked raw. But in her case, I was going to mix it up.

My hands went to the strap of her dress. The same dress that all those men had been admiring in the bar, the way it clung to her cleavage, showing off her perfect breasts. I knew I wanted her, but I had to control this. If I didn’t, it would get out of control quickly with my need to be inside her driving me and not my brain. I switched modes.Please herkept running through my head as I spun her around and unzipped her dress.

So many men wanted to be in this position tonight. But it was me unzipping my wife’s dress, ready to fuck her.

“Do you want a safe word?” I whispered in her ear as I undressed her, then my hands ran up her curves and pushed her long red hair to the front. “Haylee, you want a word?” I blew across her ear. “That stops me from fucking you, teasing you, claiming you . . .. Do you want a word to stop it?”

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes locking with mine. “I don’t believe in playing it safe.”

That’s my girl. That’s my wife.

She turned around, stepping out of her dress, looking like sex in heels. Fuck those black heels, giving her height, and those perfect curves. Flawless—that’s what she was.

In hunger mode for my woman, I gripped the black lace that kept her covered from me and tore it in half.

“Lucian?” Her hand went to mine, which was on her core, her eyes had a question in them. Fuck, she didn’t want to have a serious conversation now, did she? Please, tell me she didn’t. My blue balls were fucking black.

“I want to taste you.”

That was why she stopped me? I wanted to say go for it, but tonight was about pleasing her. “Nah, sweetheart, I’ll be doing that to you.” I took a step closer to her, my six-foot frame overshadowing her. “You’re my wife and I fucked up. I’ll be fixing that, and there’s only one way I know how to do that.”

She smirked. “But drinking you is one of my favourite things to do.”

And just like, that I was dead stiff. “Turn around.” She had done that on fucking purpose.

She shook her head and ran her long nails down my chest. “You said tonight is about me. Well, I want you, raw and naked,” her mouth pressed against my ear, “pounding me, and then pulling out so I can suck you dry.”

“Haylee,” I gritted out, “stop it.”

God, she was every man’s fantasy. She knew exactly what to say. She knew my every need and desire. How the fuck did I get so lucky? Best of all, she was a devil in the bedroom, and a devil outside of it as well. She knew how to throw a punch, handle a gun, and she stood her fucking ground.

She sat on the bed and parted those delicious legs of hers, her fingers going to her core. Fuck me for ripping her panties.

As she slowly began to do small circles, I walked towards her. “My job.” My fingers went over hers.

“Skin, Lucian. I want to see your tattoos.”

I froze. Fuck. This wasn’t how I wanted her to find out.

“Lucian?” Her words lingered with concern because I had frozen.

I pulled back. “This wasn’t how I wanted you to find out,” I blew out before gripping the bottom of my shirt and ripping it off. I knew now there was no going back.

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