Page 95 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Would it be so bad to accept it?

We’re married. There is no escape from him or this union. He might get bored, but before then, Remi will make it his mission to seduce me; I just know it.

“Penelope.” I look at him as his brown orbs darken with desire and possessiveness that everything female in me reacts to. “I’m a monster with no redemption in sight. Despite my past and my present, you want me, and you need to accept that in order for you to be happy. Because I will never, ever let you go. You’re mine.”

A monster set his sights on me and believes his obsession will last forever, only I know the truth.

Such emotions don’t live for long, so shouldn’t I grab the opportunity now and soak in his attention before I find a way to escape him?

Remi, no matter where I go after this, will always stay a special man who broke my heart so carelessly while awakening me to carnal pleasures.

They say women never forget their firsts, and maybe that’s true.

However, he might not have been my first, yet I don’t think I will ever forget him. No, his memory will haunt me till the end of my days.

“You’re my greatest curse in this life, Remi. A man who brings me pleasure and hurts me at the same time, and while I know there is no goodness in you… I still covet you like no other. And right now, I hate you for it.”

He slams his mouth on mine, catching my whimper, and engages us in a thrilling kiss, and my whole body awakens at the touch, flooding my insides with warmth and lust that consumes me.

His hands glide up and down my waist, squeezing my flesh, and he pushes us away from the wall as we continue to kiss, our tongues playing with each other and seeking one another while the world ceases to exist, leaving us in this moment surrounded by the candles that crackle every other second.

I palm his head, plastering myself to him, loving the feel of his skin and despising my wedding dress that prevents me from experiencing it in all its glory. My moan echoes between us when he steps back, my lips burning, and we gaze at one another.

“Remi,” I whisper brokenly, heat enveloping me while confusing emotions pollute my mind. However, the need to find relief with this man wins over them all.

“The minute I saw you get out of the car in this dress, I wanted to rip it open and fuck you right there, staking my claim on you all over again. So all the men who doubted this marriage knew who you belong to.” He pulls me to him, his fingers hovering over the buttons on my back. “Covered from head to toe, and no one could see my marks on you.” He skims his lips over my chin, biting on it gently before tilting my head back and exposing the little bare skin my turtleneck design allows.

“I planned to unbutton it slowly, kissing every inch of your body until you’d be so lost in the desire you wouldn’t know when I ended and you began.” The words alone make my core clench, and my mouth opens in the expectation of a kiss. “However, I’m too impatient for that, ma chérie. You’ll get slow next time.”

I gasp when he grips the dress hard on both sides and then rips it open, sending the countless buttons flying to the floor, cascading around us.

I shiver a little, standing in my white panties along with the stockings and heels, and a sinister grin curves his mouth. “Gorgeous and only mine.” He sucks hard on my collarbone to the point of light pain that prickles through me as his hands cup my breasts, weighing them and then clenching so tight I gasp. “I didn’t get the chance to enjoy these earlier.” He leans toward them, and I thread my fingers in his hair when he licks around the areola, coating it in saliva before drawing it into his mouth, the scorching heat traveling through me as he licks around it over and over again. Electricity zaps straight to my clit, and I squeeze my legs, welcoming the light friction, yet it’s a poor substitute for what this man can do.

“Remi.”

He glides his mouth to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment as his hands grip my hips, his thumbs hooking on my panties, and I’m not even surprised when he rips them too.

At this point, the man will have to buy me everything new after our every encounter.

He drops to his knees, his lips skimming to my stomach and then pressing a kiss to my center, making me jolt at the contact. “Put your hand on my shoulder,” he instructs me, and I do it as he lifts one of my feet and removes the shoe and then repeats the action with the other. All while his tongue lazily licks over my flesh, driving me insane with each swipe, as the maddening need inside me grows. “My possessiveness turns you on, doesn’t it, chérie?” His fingers play with the edges of my stocking before sliding up and down the silk, breaking more goose bumps on my skin as sweet arrows of lust shoot through me. “My wife likes to know she is special.” He grips my ass cheeks, molding them as he takes another long lick, keeping me steady for the onslaught of sensations attacking from every corner.

My nails sink into his shoulders, and he groans, the vibration only adding to the fire blazing through me, and I moan, throwing my head back when he drives his tongue inside me. He’s roaming between my folds, stabbing me deep before licking from the bottom up, circling my clit, trapping it between his lips, and then he bites it gently.

My hands shift to his hair to keep my balance. I rock my hips forward, silently begging him to continue as he slips one, two, then three fingers inside me while his tongue licks me up and down.

The double sensations serve as my undoing, the gasoline flaring my blood and awakening every hair on my body, pushing me toward the cliff holding the promise of bliss and hunger that would know no bounds.

“Remi, please.” My center dampens with each slide, wishing to soak in his tongue and never let go as tremors cascade over me in tingling shocks.

His tongue replaces his fingers, thrusting in and it drives me insane as my entire being cries out to this man who holds back my pleasure yet doesn't mind torturing me to the point of sweat breaking on my skin, and I can’t think straight.

And yet despite all that, I crave him and his touch more than my next breath, willingly succumbing myself to the darkness where his sinful desires and actions play with my mind and create their own webs of deceit around it.

“Remi, please.” My back aches from standing in this position, but I make no move to step back, the pleasure tingling all over me too strong to ever refuse it.

Remi knows how to touch me, teaching my body to respond to him in ways I never anticipated. He rules it with his presence alone, and just like one of the most skilled musicians in the world, he knows how to play it masterfully.

The fire consuming me becomes so strong my breathing labors while I splay my palm on my stomach and glide it down, wanting to press on my clit and find the friction my body so seeks, when he growls against me, “No.”

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