Page 187 of Falling for the Wife

Otto

“I love you. I fucking do.” Telling her how I felt was a good start. “I know it might sound crazy and out of character, because it is, but I’ve never felt this way with anyone before. I’m not sure how or when it happened, but it did, and there’s no going back from that. I love you, Kimberly.” My declaration hung in the air between us as I watched her face contort with an array of emotions, leaving me hanging in the balance.

“Luca…” she hesitantly murmured, seeming at a loss for words.

Unwilling to even consider having her push me away again, I hardened my resolve and continued, “That one special night when we were drunk dancing under the moonlight, and you said you loved me, was that a lie?”

Casting her eyes low, she made a small shake of her head. “No, of course it wasn’t. And it’s true. It was what I felt at the time.”

Hope washed over me, but I didn’t want to blatantly state the obvious, because a part of me needed for her to admit it out loud.

“And now? How do you feel about me now?”

Beautiful, saddened puppy eyes glazed with unshed tears met with my determined ones. “What I feel now doesn’t matter, so whatever it is you aim to achieve, please give up. I’m never going to leave him. Sometimes, life doesn’t pan out the way we want it to. Sometimes, there are bigger things to worry about than one’s happiness.”

She was willing to deny us paradise. Couldn’t she see that I would do anything—literally any damn thing—to make her mine once more? I was laying my heart on the line, and whether she chose to butcher it or nurture it was her call.

Leaning towards her body, I slightly bent my head to whisper into her ear, unwavering. “You still feel it.” My hand gently placed itself against her chest where I could feel the rapid, steady rate of her heart. “You know you do, but you won’t let me hear you say those words again. That’s okay. I won’t force it out of you.”

I felt her body shiver just as her pebbled buds hardened against my chest, bolting my body into a carnal state of unparalleled passion. God help me, I wanted her like a parched man desired water in the middle of the desert, with its blistering sun scorching down on them.

The scent that was only her—her own personal aroma—enraptured my senses, filling me with profound nostalgia. “Don’t stop me. Per favore…” I rasped out into her ear before the tip of my tongue snaked out to taste her skin. To me, there was nothing more delectable than savoring the very taste of her on my tongue. “I need you, cara.”More than anything I could imagine.Right at that instant, in that small speck of time, I felt more alive than I had for the past months, living like an automated person, perfecting the pretention of living a normal life.

She wanted me; every pore in her body screamed as much to my touch. Her body called on my animalistic senses, pleading, craving for me to take her on a wild, passionate ride that she once couldn’t get enough of. However, I knew she was willing to block me from achieving what I ought to have sought from the very beginning—making her mine and mine alone.

“Luca, I’m married,” she pressed, as if I wasn’t already aware that she belonged to a man who didn’t have the capacity to make her happy the way I could.

Did she honestly believe she could keep me at arm’s length because she was wearing a wedding ring?

No, not in this bloody lifetime. I had already made my mind up. From where I was standing, she was still in love with me, yet she wouldn’t give me the satisfaction in openly admitting it, so we would dance about the complexity of this tricky situation. I was ready for it, however long it would take her to come back to me. I would wait forever if she would only let me.

“I want you so much. I can’t stop craving your warm body at night. Sometimes, I reach out, thinking you’re there, but when my hand touches the cold, empty space next to me, I am reminded that you’re gone. You left me without even a goodbye.”

Captivated by my unparalleled love, I decided to enlighten her as to how far I was willing to stretch just to be with her. Attempting to penetrate her heart, her soul, I made an encouraging smile, hoping she would relent to my heart’s wishes.

“Divorce him and I’ll marry you in a heartbeat. I’d raise this baby as if it’s my own. I’ll love you more each day, and I promise I won’t stop until I’ve truly made you happy. You won’t want for anything, and if that statement isn’t enough, I have more than enough resources—money to provide for you, your child, your entire family. I don’t care what I have to do, Kim. I’d do anything …anythingto have you back.”

“I made a vow,” she uttered in such a fashion that truly punctured my confidence, my stance for being worthy of her and her child. “I have a husband, and I just can’t walk away from that. A promise is a promise.”

“But you gavemea promise, too,and yetwhere is that bloody promise now, huh?The second I was away, you didn’t waste any time at all. You didn’t even give me the chance or a choice, for that matter. Had you told me this before, I would’ve been furious like any normal man would, but that didn’t mean I’d leave you. You should’ve known what we had was too powerful to walk away from.” It was becoming difficult to breathe, but I continued on, relentless. “You said you loved me. You said you’d wait for me. Come away with me, just walk away and never look back. I’ll take care of you. I always have.”

“That was a long time ago…”

Maybe it was the nonchalant way she said it or the way she seemed to keep brushing me off, but I’d had enough of her lies and her colorful bullshit.

“The fuck it was, Kim! Maybe to you it was, but not for me. Never for me!” I bellowed with conviction before I harshly directed my lips to meet hers, fervently kissing her as I used the force of my body to push her, pressing her against the door, unwilling for her to speak any longer. She had said enough; it was our bodies’ turn to talk to each other. “I want to touch you, taste you,” I said between kisses while I felt my constricted cock steadily grow as the seconds ticked by. I expected her to push me away, maybe even show a little resistance, but I was taken aback when she showed me the same amount of undeniable hunger, as if she, too, had been waiting for me to possess her.

In the back of my mind, I knew this was wrong, but this woman was mine, and she would always be mine. The rest of the bumps in the road were merely obstacles that we could overcome. I was almost sure of it.

With our lips locked in a fervent battle, I directed our bodies inside the house, caging her against the wall that was right next to the door, before I used my foot to shut it.

The ever burning fire burned brighter as I deepened the kiss and felt her body rub against my constricted length, evoking a deep growl from me. My hand pushed her robe aside, eager to seek her obliging pussy. When I found it seeping with her sweet essence, I felt my cock drip a little moisture from the idea of being sheathed by it.

“Your cunt begs for my personal service.”

“Luca, no,” she yelped out, halting us from moving as we both stared into each other’s eyes. Mine begged, while hers reformed back to their cold, determined purpose. “We can’t. No means no. You just have to get it through your head.”

That was rather harsh. Still, I was willing to take another shot.

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