35. Wifey

*35. Wifey*

"Are you that desperate to get fucked?"

I gasp, as the sudden waves of shock crashes upon me. Ceasar’s words act like a sharp knife as they painfully stab my heart and pierce deep through my ego.

I didn’t know when it all started, but after feeling the sting in my chest, I realize, I liked him. I blindly fell, madly, sickeningly, desperately for him.

*Oh god, how did I mess this up?*

It was money,

It should have always been money.

But then how did the fuck it turn into hubby?

I look up, his ash-grey eyes are filled with the dark clouds of chaos that are twirling dangerously, like an unstable storm. His grips on my arm alarmingly tighten as he renders, “Do you need a dick that bad, wifey?”

A mere feeling of disgust slaps across my senses as his filthy words register through my sane brain. My hands clench and shake with the need to inflict unholy violence.*How dare he?*

I snatch my arm from his brawny claw and give his chest a hard push as I blurt aggressively, “It’s none of your business.”

“Fuck yeah, it’s my business.” Ceasar growls inhumanly as he takes a dangerous step towards me. I watch in fascination as the waggish, nifty man once I knew turns into someone different.

Like a possessed man under the spell of anger, fury, and greed. His clear eyes turn a little shade darker, jaw clenched, and body locked on to me as he hovers over me with this tall intimidating figure.

“Why do you care if I go around and sleep?” I ask taking a step back carefully from him. It took me too long to discover that he is psycho. A complete, crazy one.

Ceasar closes the distance between us and glares down at me, “Because I care about my reputation that you are trying to fuck with.” His voice crackles with rage as if he will burst any second, detonating his wrath on me.

My ears shoot up and I couldn’t stop myself to scoff, “Says the one who is having an affair with his employee.” Words come out of me in the form of anger, jealousy, bitterness.

If I had much space between us I would have clapped my hands and given him one-minute applause. *Fucking hypocrite!*

Ceasar doesn’t move nor blinks. His eyes are narrowed and deadly focused on me as he remains still. A muscle twitches in his jaw and that’s the only response he gives me.

“And now, suddenly you don’t give a fuck about your pansy reputation, huh?” I asked lifting my chin as I deliberately taunted him. I knew I was stepping into the territory of a wild animal but I couldn’t help myself.

However, I realize it the moment I see a dark look in his eyes and the stern expression on his handsome features.

Ceasar takes a step, my body flinches in fear as his hand glides up my spine and wraps around the back of my head.

“I am a man, Joyceln.” An overwhelming and extremely dark, dominant surge of power controls my body like a thick haze.

“I have needs.” His voice gets low and deep as he stares down at me like an unpredictable predator.

I gulp, feeling the confidence melting through my bones. His wet hair is wildly falling on his eyes, casting a shadow on them like an eclipse. His eyes, they look catastrophic.

One wrong move and… *Apocalypse.*

“And if you have that much problem with my affair, then maybe you should start taking your duties seriously now.” He growls softly in a low warning.

My eyebrows come in line as I glance at him in a daze, “What do you me-“

My scalp tingles as he suddenly tightens his claw in my tangled hair and jerks my head up to look into those barbaric eyes. I freeze.

Ceasar dangerously lowers his chin to my level and only lifts his gaze to look deep into my soul as he whispers darkly,

“Duties as a wife, to satisfy your husband.”

A chill runs down my spine as his voice resonates through my bones and shakes me to the core. My lips part open as I watch him in utter shock.

Heat rushes to my face as the meaning of his words drums deep into my mind. And that’s when I realized, the anger, the frustration behind those eyes are nothing but flames of lust, ardency, and jealousy.

Pure sexual energy intensifies in his body and I look away from his wanting fervor gaze.

“What are you thinking, wifey?” His tone still and icy.

In an instance, long fingers circle around my throat, choking me softly as they lift my chin and make me directly look into those grey wild eyes that reek of anger, lust, and thirst.

I gasp at his firm hold on me, knowing suddenly I am imprisoned in his arms and I won’t be able to run away.

Ceasar leans down dangerously close to my face, I feel the heat of his warm breath on my lips as he cockily says, “Do you want a demo of how I like it?”

His words stung, but I didn’t have time to think of a reply before at lightning speed, warms fingers dig deep into my hair and firm lips crush against mine, moving rapidly, sucking, licking biting forcefully.

I panic at his sudden attack on my lips. My hands collide with his hard chest and I try to push him off, once, twice, with force but he doesn’t budge, not even an inch.

Instead, his other hand tautens around my throat, in a tight grip, as he angles my face to get easy access of my mouth and ravishes me openly and forcibly.

In the back of my mind I knew even if he were to do what I feared the most that is take me without my permission, I wouldn’t be able to stop him.

His kisses are demanding and forceful on me as he nibbles hard taking my lower lip in between his teeth. He takes it raw and intense as if punishing my mouth with his deep bruising kisses.

My body shudders with intrusion as he expertly slips his skilled tongue into my captivated mouth and invades me. I whimper at the sour, pungent taste of beer that lurks on his tongue as he pushes it into my mouth.

My mouth feels so assaulted by his tongue as he deepens his tongue, licking the insides of my mouth. I again try to push him, I shake my head in response but his clutch tightens on my scalp, keeping me in place.

I take a deep breath of air as his hand leaves the choking position on my neck and slides down to cup my breasts. I gasp at the sudden feeling of his hard hand moving against the thin material of my dress and feeling my soft, tender breast.

A deep sexual groan escapes from Ceasar’s throat as my breast swells and engorges, at his slightest touch. Unknown moans release from me, as he twitches my nipple and plays with my tongue, causing wonderful intoxicating feelings in me.

My head swims in the deep pool of sensation, surrounded by his warm body and his passionate aura.

Suddenly I freeze, my breathing stops and my heart pumps up fast as Ceasar presses his hips against mine and I feel his growing desire on my abdomen, pulsating through his fine grey tracks.

I feel him harden, rise and press against the sensitive apex between my thighs as he slowly yet sensually grinds his hardon, showing a glimpse of his needs.

It was the moment that brought me back to the reality. My heart beats pulsate through my veins, throbbing erratically as I think about the intimate duties he asked me to perform as a wife.

*To serve him.*

Self-esteem pumps into my blood and I shake the clouds of pleasure from my mind as I try to shove the angry, furious animal off me. Instead, Ceasar growls, he retaliates by thrusting his muscular thighs between the softness of my legs and roughly spreads them apart.

When I push him harder, he grabs the small of my neck and hoists me up until his thigh is right beneath my throbbing sex as he slowly begins to grind himself on me.

My pleases muffle with his mouth on me as he traces his hot tongue in my mouth, squeezes my breast, and kinkily humps me at the same time, causing an exquisite fear and pleasure that soars through my whole body.

I freak out because the action and position increase the burning need within me, the craving for strong, erect manhood and to be simply taken in every way. My core burns and twists, crying out its need to be filled.

His lips taste of seduction,

My body shakes with eruption.

If lust is a sin,

Aren’t all sins forgiven?

I whimper as I feel the hardness of his shaft against me, and my body responds by turning weak, trembling with shock as I slowly ride on his thigh.

I was reaching that high point of zenith when suddenly Ceasar let go of my mouth and breast. My body shudders as his hot mouth moves to tease the sensitive spot near my ear and breathlessly whispers,

“Fuck! You are definitely worth two million.”

My eyes shoot up, my breath caught at his words as I feel weak and aroused. I bite my lips in guilt as I feel reduced to a wanton wench, a desperate bitch for love and touch, for one who forgot she was bought.

Slowly, he eases his thigh from between my legs and lowers me to the ground as he moves his body back. Panting, I watch him. Raw passionate fire burns in his crystal grey eyes as he looks down at me.

The anger in them returns back as his eyes grow hard, almost emotionless. “You will not go out to meet any man without my permission.” His voice still and icy cold.

“And if you want, you can come hop on my cock anytime, wifey.”

Sick! Just plain sick. I feel disgusted. Tears start to brew in my eyes and hurt within my heart. Since when did his words start to affect me that makes me feel like I am nothing than a breeding deal for him. I bite my lips to control my emotions as I turn around to leave.

I was about to run off when I feel myself being pulled by the arm, into the hard chest. “And one more thing,”

I look up, Ceasar’s eyes look lethal as he forewarns in a low deadly tone, “Stay the fuck away from Cason.”