Knowing how much I affected her still undoubtedly pleased me. It thrilled me grandly. Somehow, it lessened the fury incurred from her acerbictongue.
Her quivering bosom begged for my undivided attention. The creamy, shuddering slopes appeared to have gotten bigger, firmer, seemingly as a result of her evident workouts. I salivated as I pictured closing my lips on her pebbled bud, suckling it as if my life depended on it. I’d been so consumed with rage I’d fleetingly overlooked how much I desired her, craved her to the point ofagony.
This body used to sing at my touch. Would it hum again if I dared touch it…taste it? I made a hungered grunt as my rabid, fervent eyes heatedly dropped lower, passionately noting how the silk shorts pressed against her groin. Dampness marked her soaked mound, giving away her present state of arousal. My cock responded to her body’s calling. “Bloody hell, Gisele. Look at you and the dripping state of yourinsatiablecunt.”
She stiffened, panicked at my fervent demeanor. “Don’t you fucking dare! Lay a finger on me and I’m going toscreamrape!”
Blue met gray, clashing, both stubbornly battling the temptations our bodiesprovoked.
I’d have tested her, too, but I was not one to cause a scene, not when we were trapped on this jet for the next ten hours. Damn her and her bloody mind games! I wanted her—unconditionally, carte blanche—atallcost.
“Name it!Bloody fucking name it!” I savagely grated out, desperate to be lodged in hersnugcunt.
“No!” She denied, not bending to my will. “No, notthistime!”
Her body beckoned to me. It compelled me to do its bidding. It was unfathomable to reject its summoning, not when she was a touch away for the next several days. Fine, I begrudginglyconsidered.
“No?”I pressed on sardonically. “Not even if I promise to renegotiate the terms?” Arching my brow, I knew full well my generous proposition would warrant she sung adifferenttune.
Her lips pursed, pensive. “Don’t toy with me, Jared. This isserious.”
“SoamI.”
“But you just said you wouldn’t divorce me!” she viciously quipped back, roughly shoving my chest, but I remained motionless, frozen on the spot as I properly caged her in …until we could negotiateproperly.
“You refused to let me touch you.” Hard, punishing eyes obliterated her stance. My thigh nudged her legs open. Situating my groin against her soaked silk, I ardently thrust against her covered mound, evoking a sharp gasp from the minx. “So here we are, my sweet wife, negotiating.” I wanted her. No holds barred. Sooner or later, she would concede. But until then, we would continue goading eachother.
Her hand reached, pressing against my chest, nails digging into my skin as she heavily trembled against me. “Stop doing that. I beg you, stop rubbing it!” She implored as she closed her eyes, shaking, quivering as she fought the tumultuous response my cock did to her resolve. “And if I say yes, what conditions are youproposing?”
“I want you—all of you—at my disposal for the entire duration of this trip. When I sayall of you, I mean every bloody inch of this succulent body. Every bloody curve, every damn crevice—all fucking mine to possess, kiss, fuck, however I so desire it. You’ll unreservedly submit to me at any given hour.” My thumb brushed against her bottom lip as my groin pressed farther into her parted legs. Bringing my lips against her ear, I felt her shiver when my chest crushed against her. Hot breath grazed her skin as bided time, waiting for the right moment to warn my conquest. “Pay heed, sweet wife. I don’t intend to gogentle.”
Her nails dug deeper into my shirt, scraping my skin as she became desperate to put some distance between us. Bringing my face close to hers once more, I found her frowning, eyes widening with surprise. The realization of what I had entailed for the remainder of this trip fully dawnedonher.
“You want me to surrender to you like some type of sex puppet, aslaveeven.”
I wouldn’t describe it so crudely, but for all intents and purposes, she had gotten the gistofit.
“Yes.” This was my proposal, true…but I hadn’t fully grasped why I even proposed it to begin with. Didn’t I vehemently declare to stay away from her? Didn’t I say her lies and all they entailed were quite toxic for me? Hadn’t the past month taught me anything at all? When it came to Gisele, I had a bad habit of rejecting rational thinking. However, dwelling on such dire thoughts could be saved for alaterdate.
“And what do I get in return?” she unsteadily asked,breathless.
My eyes dilated. Fervent, uncontainable lust consumed me, amplified tenfold as I acutely homed in on her lips, dying for a taste of her. “We’ll discuss the conditions of our prenuptial agreement. I’ll significantly lessen the terms from eleven to five years, maybe even less…depending on how agreeable you are.” All I could envisage was Gisele underneath me for the next few days and nights to come. I yearned to devour her over and over again. Consequences be damned. It was undeniable. I’d officially lost it—hook, line, andsinker.
“When do you intend for it to start?” On cue, the enticing minx licked her lips, making me groan in outrightprotest.
“Now. I wantyou.Now.”
She blushed profusely, deliberately avoiding my impassioned gaze. “I need to think,” she said anxiously. Still contemplating heroptions.
I flared my nostrils, unreasonably impatient. “You have sixtyseconds.”
Her mouth hung agape.“Are youserious?”
Always where she was concerned. “Quite.”
Gray eyes nervously flickered back and forth before she breathed out a long, shaky breath. “Fine,” she faintly conceded, albeit halfheartedly. “But I have some conditions of myown,too.”
This ought to be interesting. Amused at her tenacity not to fully bend to my will, I hid a smirk. “Goon.”