Page 35 of Angels & Whiskey
He thought for a long time. Maybe searching for the right words to say to make me believe him. Maybe to figure out how to tell me the truth. “It’s because of work. When we met, I’d just started my business. Over the years, it’s been challenging. I want to provide for you. I want everything perfect for you, but I can’t do that when people don’t pay and I lose my money. I give a lot of money away, princess. A lot.”
“But I don’t need money—”
“But I do,” he countered. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I hate seeing the bruises on your arms that I create and I know you fear me. Maybe that’s why you can’t get pregnant. I don’t know, but I want to fix this. I need to fix this because once I’m mayor, I can’t have my wife looking as if I beat her.”
But you hurt me.
After dinner, I went to the bathroom to look at my neck. There were red marks on each side of my throat, but nothing like my arms. I silently hoped the marks would be gone by the morning so Gabe didn’t see—or anyone for that matter.
I nodded in agreement. I didn’t want to talk about it either. “Will you make me come now?” I asked, biting my lower lip.
He smiled, the tension leaving his face. “Yes, princess, I will. I’ll even do it with my head between your legs. It’s been a long time.”
“It has.” I agreed.
He pulled the sheets down my body, bunching them at the foot of the bed as he lay between my bent, parted knees. His warm breath tickled my lips right before his tongue licked up to my clit.
“I really have missed this. You have the best tasting cunt I’ve ever fucking had. One of the reasons why I married you.” He smiled up at me.
“Less talking, more licking.”
He licked. He rubbed. He pumped his fingers—sometimes all together until I was crying out and shattering in ecstasy.
Then he made love to me, nice and slow until we were both covered in sweat and panting. The next morning, I looked at my throat as I got ready for the day. There were no visible bruises. I thought there would be. Maybe he was learning how to punish me without leaving a mark ... since he wanted to become the mayor.
