“Don’t stop on my account.” I smile at my handsome husband, actually hoping he’s done. I have missed him dearly, but I also wanted this asshole handled. He obviously needed to be taught a lesson in respecting women.
My Fenton was more than happy to teach him for me. Fenton has always been bloodthirsty. I might be too, but it’s more when Fenton is the one out for blood. Blood I asked him to collect for me. One thing you don’t do is mess with one of my girls.
I have to admit seeing Fenton in action always turns me on. And by the little smirk he’s currently wearing, he knows it.
“Please” the man begs, his eyes shifting to me. Fenton grabs the man around the throat, turning him so he’s not facing my way anymore.
“Are you checking out my wife?”
“No! Never!” he rushes to say as his face starts to redden. Fenton’s hold on his neck slowly begins to tighten. He’s toying with the man now.
“Are you saying she’s not worth checking out?” The man’s eyes go so wide I’m shocked they don’t pop out of his head.
“I, I—” He stutters and tries to turn his head back my way.
I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Fenton has always been crass and a bit of a jokester, so I’m not in the least surprised by this. Some of that has changed since I’ve become his. He’s not so quick to make dirty jokes about me anymore. He’s not fond of the idea of anyone thinking about sex and me together. Even if the joke is about him and me being together. He still thinks they might be picturing me naked or something. That’s when his jealousy will come out, and that is never good when you tend to be bloodthirsty. I decide to let Fenton toy with the man a bit more. The jerk-off has it coming to him.
The asshole had run into one of the girls that used to work at one of my father’s clubs and thought he could do whatever he wanted to her. Right in the middle of a freaking supermarket that is under our protection.
“Don't.” I give Fenton a stern look when he opens his mouth to say something. I already know what’s going to come out of his mouth. He’s going to offer to finish the man off for me. It’s sweet and all, but it will make the man piss himself, and the only thing worse than blood is piss. “I have other, more important things I need you to do with those hands.”
“Junior!” Fenton calls out so he can come finish up and eventually take the trash out for him. Fenton gives a hard shove to the man as he lets go of his throat, sending him flying. He lands on the floor a few feet in front of me.
“It’s been over two years. Things have changed in this neighborhood. You clearly haven't gotten that message. I want you out.” I’m sending a message of my own. One that lets jerks know I won’t tolerate anyone treating women like shit. And if they choose to, they’ll suffer the consequences.
“I’m gone. I swear it.”
“Take him before he pisses himself.” Junior grabs the man, pulling him from the office, leaving Fenton and me alone.
“Have fun without me?” Fenton closes the space between us before pulling me into his arms. One of his hands lands on my stomach in a possessive hold.
“I enjoyed myself, but I know I’m about to enjoy myself a whole lot more.” Fenton’s other hand sinks into my hair, getting a firm grip on me before he tilts my head back and claims my lips. I moan into his mouth.
In front of the rest of the world, Fenton and I always stand side by side. Everyone knows that we are equal when it comes to the amount of power we wield. But when we’re alone, in the privacy of our own home, my man is in charge. My body craves it. Fenton takes care of me, and I love every second of it. More than anything, I love that Fenton can give me all these things. He’s a rare breed of man. One that doesn’t allow his pride to get in the way of his love.
“What does my wife need? Do you want to suck my cock?” I let out a whimper, squeezing my thighs together to try to soothe the throb between them.
I’d love for him to shove me to the floor and make me suck him off, but he’s not going to. He wants inside me, but first he wants my taste in his mouth.
“Fenton.” I press myself more into him. My hormones are all over the place. My panties are already soaked through.
“Fuck you’re breathtaking,Sole. I need a taste.” He picks me up, carrying me over to his desk and setting me on top of it. I swear I’m about to burst with need.
“Why do you call meSole?” I ask as he steps between my thighs.
“You’re my sun. As sappy as it is, you light up my world. For so long I lived in darkness until you stepped into my life. Everything changed in that moment. For the first time I could see what I wanted in life. My entire world revolves around you. Without you here, there would be no me. Only death.”
“Fenton.” Tears form in my eyes.
“You’re my life.” His hand rubs across my stomach. “You give me life.”
“I can’t believe I ever thought about running from you.” I grab his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss. I love this man more than anything.
“You’ll never escape me, my wife. Darkness always finds the light,” he says against my mouth before he claims me yet again.
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