Page 22 of Merciless Promise
“You’ve forced me to marry you, and you’re also going to fuck me pregnant, so what else do you suppose I do? I’m not going to play the dutiful housewife just because you command it.”
“I didn’t ask for you to be that,” I said as I moved closer. When I realized she was in my way, I gently nudged her aside. “If you expect me to get this, you’ll need to give me some room.”
“Fine,” she muttered as she threw up her hands. “I need to get a few more things from the other room anyway.”
She left me in a cloud of perfumed air, and the sweet scent she liked to wear became more intoxicating to me each time I smelled it. I shook my head. Marriage might not have been what either of us wanted, especially when it was to each other, but it would never be boring. That was for sure.
Remembering the flight and Nolan waiting outside, I reached up and managed to get my hands on the box. I thought it would be lightweight, but I quickly realized it was not as I yanked it off the shelf and nearly dropped it. Thankfully, I was able to catch it, and I carried it into the other room, setting it on the bed.
Ekaterina was in the kitchen pulling things out of a drawer, so I turned my attention back to the ornate box. It did not have a lock on the front, but the clasp was in place, holding the boxshut. I undid it and was just about to raise the top when she rejoined me. She immediately placed her hand on the top of the box, then quickly put the clasp back in place.
“Nosy much?” she muttered.
She was bent somewhat, which made it easier to fist a handful of her hair and jerk her head upright. “Remember what I said about attitude.”
“We haven’t talked about it yet, so?—”
“It’s all semantics, wife.”
“Don’t call me that,” she hissed out.
I grabbed the hand with her wedding ring, then brought it to her face. “I own you now. This ring?—”
“Is a farce. You don’t own me, and you never will. No one will ever possess me like some sort of damn toy.Youmight do best to remember that.”
“What’s in the box?” I asked her upon realizing this conversation would just send us around in circles..
“None of your?—”
“Everything regarding you is my business.”
“It’s things that belonged to my mother. I’d brought the most important stuff with me, but upon settling in New York, I’d realized how much stuff was still left here.”
“That’s all you had to say,” I told her before releasing her hair from my grip.
She made a spectacle of straightening her hair, all while glaring intensely at me. All her sass and defiance did have an effect on me, but I was pretty sure I wasn’t the one she desired. For all of her petulance, it made my palms itch with the need to strike her, not in anger, but in lust. I wanted to bend her over the very couch she was leaning against and pepper those perfect cheeks of hers with blows before fucking her. Yeah, Ekaterina thought she was accomplishing something, but all it actually did was make me want to fuck her more.
Her body fit so perfectly against mine, and it was only when I was balls deep inside of her that I could even forget momentarily how much I hated her. My cock was already hard now, and knowing the flight would be around ten hours long, I’d been picturing my wife on her knees as she pleasured me.
“I’d ask what has you smiling, but you’re a guy, so I already know. You’re a pervert,” she said, and I chuckled at her thought of me being offended.
“I’ve never claimed to be anything else,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes, then looked at the suitcase, the box of her mother’s belongings, and a leather bag she had just stuffed a stack of paperwork into. “Would you mind helping me, please?”
I moved over to her, then leaned in to whisper into her ear as I grabbed the handle of her suitcase. “Since you asked so nicely.”
“There are times when I’m not always a bitch,” she said to me.
I leaned in even closer, then nipped her earlobe. “I know, and if you keep that attitude up instead of the other one, I’ll make this flight worth your time.”
She shivered, then pressed against my chest. “Do you ever think about anything outside of sex?”
I could’ve played coy, or even just admitted it because I had no shame, but I knew I wasn’t the only one. “I think about it as much as you do, Ekaterina.”
“Kat,” she said as she stepped back.
“Huh?”
