CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CRAIG's POV

Why on God's green earth Kim insisted on following me to this dinner event was beyond me. People milled everywhere, and the interior decor for the event was done to perfection. Chandeliers of various designs and colors charmed the viewer into what felt like a world of fairytale. There was a serene to the entire vibe.

Everyone kinda knew everyone so it was easy to smile and actually mean it. We had arrived at the nick of time to attendees who were fashionably late and were only just arriving in droves.

Almost everyone had company, their spouse, dates, or just an extra. The music was excellent and the food wasn't in short supply. Every five minutes Kim looked at me yet again as though she would expect me to move while she was not looking.

There was the mean desire to leave her sitting there and go sit somewhere else since she wanted to come to a party I didn't invite her to so badly.

The event was already in full swing. I had greeted a couple of my prominent friends and was talking to one of my close female colleagues when I noticed that Kim was no longer sitting quietly beside me and was on her phone.

I vaguely remember her excusing herself to go to the restroom. I frantically looked around wondering and worrying for her safety. It was to my utmost fucking surprise when I saw her standing at the far end of the hall talking to a tall, older-looking polished gentleman who looked like he was eating her up with his gaze rather than being interested in whatever they were talking about.

He looked so absorbed while Kim laughed again at whatever the fuck was so funny he was saying. I felt red-hot jealousy slowly begin to broil in my chest. Why was Kim looking at him like that, like he was so funny, hanging on to every single word he was saying?

Without thinking through my next move, I started towards them.

"I would like my wife back," I said in the most icy biting tone I could muster.

"Hello Craig, pleasure to..." he was saying when I took Kim's hands and started dragging her away without allowing her to reply my unasked questions.

At first she hesitated but one look at my face assured her that I had not time for games. I didn't feel like waiting for the end of the event. I wanted her, on the table in my room, on the floor, against the wall, in the bathroom. I wanted her everywhere and I was going to have her no questions asked and not taking no for an answer.

"Craig, what is wrong with you?" She asked in a deceptively low voice that I sensed was going to increase by the minute.

I wasn't inclined to answer at first and so I decided to ignore her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" She was shouting now.

We were already at the parking lot. I pulled her close and pushed her against the wall in a dark corner. I pressed my erection against her, slowly ground my hips into hers.

I captured her lips and crushed them against mine. I wanted to drive all sane thoughts out of her head. I swallowed her moans and protest.

"It's you, Kim. You're what is wrong with me. You've bewitched me so damn much that I can't pick a side. I want you but I don't want you. I'm obsessed with you when what I actually want is to be rid of you. I wake up everyday dreaming of you and the the things I want to do to you. I disgust myself utterly but I still don't know how to stop." With every word, I further took up her space. Grinding savagely into her, taking in her cries and swallowing her every moan.

From the first time I saw her this evening looking like so damn edible, all I had wanted all night was to set her on a table and eat her with no cutlery but I had refrained all only for that very random mothefucker to think he could talk to my wife like that.

I was wanted to punish her so bad in ways that will please her and make her forget that any other man existed.

When we got to the car, my driver was already there and revving the engine. I wanted to continue where I stopped but we didn't come in the limo and I didn't need an audience so I settled for caressing her wet clit while she squirmed and gasped under her breath.

At the house, I picked her up like she weighed nothing at took her to my room. I set her down on my work table, cleared all the clutter with a shove and got her settled. I slowly pulled her shoes off and I noticed a small quaver go through her body. I honestly didn't care how her legs were shaking, I was going to finish my meal.

I kissed my way up from her feet to her ankle, then behind her knees, her thick thighs and finally her pussy.

I slowly parted her lips while she trembled and moaned.

"Put your hand behind your head and I don't want you touching me until I'm done," I warned. She cried and did as I instructed.

I put my tongue on her clit and licked, then I sucked on it. Slowly I was alternating between licking and sucking. I knew that her hand above her head was pulling her to the edge of insanity, the fact that she couldn't dig her fingers into my hair as I tongue fucked her.

She was writhing ad trashing but I wasn't going to stop until she came, I felt her convulsing wildly, knowing her apex was near, i increased the tempo of my tongue making her climax in one split second.

I allowed her her no recovery time as I slowly penetrated her and started moving in an insane slow motion. I was already at edge and I took no time to climax and fit her to climax again. My desire was to punish her but somehow her glowy face and her sated smile showed that I had done just the opposite of that.

For everytime I ran away from Kim I only ended up hurting myself instead. I was in love with her, so I'm love with her that the pain I wanted her to feel in my absence I felt more.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" I asked when she finally came to fully.

She just stared at me with her enchanting love gaze, I had no defense against this stare.

"I'm alright, I'm just scared to sleep. I don't wanna wake up and find that you're gone," she breathed with her lower lips quavering.

"I'm not going anywhere. I've missed being in your arms. I'm tired of fighting my need for you." I let all the emotions that I had tried to fight off reflect on my voice and all the love I felt for her speak through my eyes.

We spent the rest of the night cuddling and breathing each other in. I didn't know I was this much of a romantic because I literally wanted to wear her skin. I didn't even want her laying anywhere that wasn't on my chest or me in hers. I was just worried I would crush her if I laid on her for too long.

I had an early morning appointment the next morning but I called in to cancel. I just wanted to spend time with my wife and my son today. I made a mental check to plan a vacation for the three of us. So much had happened in the intervening months and I wanted to somehow erase that.

We didn't quite get out of bed the next day till about noon. We only did because we needed to get food before we starved.

"Baby what would you like," I wanted to get her breakfast in bed, all the thrills. I wanted her to have all of it.

"Bacon? Fried eggs? Some hot chocolate I guess." One thing about Kim was that she never knew what she wanted to eat.

When I got to the kitchen, the chef was already finished with prepping food for the rest of the household so I had the kitchen all to myself.

I fixed a quick brunch for the both of us and took it up to my room in a fancy tray. I saw Rhona on my way and when she saw the little apron and the tray for two she giggled mischievously.

I almost wanted to scream and tell her that it wasn't what she thought but I knew my sister. The more one attempted to defend oneself the worse the teasing got.

So instead I mustered a poker face and walked past. I did burst out in a chuckle eventually but that was well out of earshots.