Page 62 of Inconvenient Marriage
I’m not done. “But I don’t think I’ll have to, love.” I kiss her shoulder. Then, feeling inspired, I bite her. It’s not hard. Nowhere enough to break skin like Hilary did during their fight, but the urge came over me and… well, when it comes to Annaliese, I’m done with resisting those urges. “Once the whole Order knows how vicious and possessive my wife is, they won’t want to risk it.”
Though that would be a bit of a shame. Seeing Annaliese fight for me… I don’t think I’ve ever felt more chosen in my whole goddamn life.
And when she shrieks out my name, a second bite more than enough to have her coming all over my cock, I know I made the perfect choice in choosingher.
Once she’sable to walk on trembling legs again, we leave the Court together, not even bothering to say goodbye to Adrian andLoni. That’s fine. Now that we checked in on how Dallas was going, odds are they already headed out once they realized that I went offsomewherewith my wife.
Annaliese.... I offered to carry her on the way out. She glared at me, muttering something about how everyone is probably already talking about her already. Between the fight and how quickly I whisked her away to the bathroom before locking the door… they all know that I fucked her in there, too.
Damn right. Turnabout is fair play, love. You want to stake your claim, telling all of the Used that I belong to you? Well, just in case that fucker who hurt you was having an evening cocktail, I want him to have no doubt in his mind that Annaliese belongs tome.
I made that perfectly clear. With my jizz running down her thighs, another pair of her panties tucked securely in my pocket to add to the ones that I’ve used to rub one out to every since that night in the Last Prayer, even Annaliese herself can’t deny that she’s mine.
As far as I’m concerned, that changes things. And that’s why, once I drop her off, taking my goodbye kiss as my due, I drove my Harley-Davidson Low Rider S back to my place. I parked it in the attached garage, putting mine and Annaliese’s helmets on the matching hooks on the garage wall. Then, hopping into the Porsche because I’ll need more space, I drove right back to Annaliese’s apartment.
The light in her window is on. Usually, I wait until she’s asleep before I let myself in with her key. Tonight, though. I’m actually glad that I made it back before Annaliese settled down.
I would’ve rather not have to wake her up to pack if I didn’t have to.
Less than three minutes after I park, I’m at her door. I turn the knob, nodding in approval to find it locked. Annaliese has a bad habit of forgetting to lock up sometimes; a product of livingin a middle class neighborhood in Harmony Heights, I guess. Good thing I spend most of the night here otherwise I’d be worried about what happened to her while I was trying to give hersomespace.
Of course, that means that, when I let myself in, walking into her living room, she doesn’t understand how I did it.
She’s so fucking cute. The way she jumps despite the fact that I had her bent over in front of me an hour ago… I smirk. “Hello, wife.” I beckon her closer with my fingers. “Come here. I want my ‘hello’ kiss.”
I knew I was probably pushing my luck, but I had to try. That’s why, when she just blinks at me in stunned surprise, I let it pass.
Finally, she finds her voice and asks incredulously, “Sebastien? What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
I lean against the doorframe, a slow, dangerous smile tugging at my mouth. “Oh, love,” I laugh, twirling the keyring on my finger, making sure she sees it. “I’ve been letting myself in for ages.”
“Iwhat?”
It seems pretty obvious to me. “What? You know what the Order says. An Owed gets to spend at least one night a week in bed with his wife. Call me an overachiever because I’ve been sleeping with my wife every night since we got married.”
Her cheeks blaze red. “You… no. Tonight was the first time?—”
“That I fucked you as your husband?” I guess. I nod. “Yeah. Of course. I’m no perv. I told you to wait until you were ready. Tonight you were ready. Every other night…. Sorry.” I’m not sorry. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we met” mainly because I was obsessively thinking about the one that got away “and the only way I can sleep is beside you.”
She folds her hands in front of her. “Is that why you’re here? So we can…sleep?”
If only, love.
I rise up from my lean, walking the rest of the way into her living room. I only stop when there’s about a foot or so between us.
I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I told you that I would wait until you were ready. Well, I waited. I waited until you accepted what this is?”
Her expression is so adorably puzzled. “What… what is it?”
“Real.” I cup her jaw. “And my wife?” My voice drops to a possessive growl. “She lives withme.”
Her breath catches. “Sebastien…”
“Pack a bag,” I tell her, making it undeniably a command. “Take what you need for tonight. We’ll get the rest tomorrow.”
I stroke her cheek with my knuckles, soft in a way I don’t know how to be with anyone excepther. “But starting right now? I’m taking you home.”
I wait for a beat, seeing if she’ll argue. Seeing if she’ll instantly deny doing any such thing.
