Chapter 48 Chapter 48
Amelia
I stared at him and said nothing, “Answer me, Amelia, Where are you coming from, dressed like this?' His eyes raked over my body, lingering on the way the dress clung to my curves. I could feel his heat, the tension crackling between us.
“None of your damn business,' I hissed, though my voice wavered as his thigh pressed between my legs, igniting a fire I couldn’t ignore. 'You don’t get to play the jealous husband while you have got Camilla warming your lap.”
I look at him right in the eye, “just like you, I had to go look for some friction too. It was so crazy that I lost track of time.” I said running my hands through my hair like someone who is exhausted.
He looked at me with anger in his eyes, “you remember you are married to me and only me have a right to your body? Do you?” He yelled at me.
“Oh, I didn’t realize,” I shot back coldly. “But does that same rule apply to you, dearest husband?” My lips curved into a sharp smile.
“Because I will be mirroring your actions in this marriage. If you sleep around, I will return the favor.”
His face hardened.
“I suggest you pick up that damn contract and read the rules and regulations you signed,” he said harshly. “Let this be the last time you come back to this house late. If it happens again, you will be sleeping outside. And the guards won’t open the gates for you or let you leave the estate.” His warning was deliberate, meant to intimidate me.
Instead, I smiled slowly. “Okay, sir,” I said sweetly. “Then I will just bring him home with me.” I shrugged lightly. “Even if you lock the doors and refuse to let anyone out of the estate, it’s still a win for both of us.”
His eyes flashed with pure anger. In one swift movement, he slammed his hands against the wall behind my head, trapping me there. I tilted my head slightly and met his gaze. “Are you jealous?” I asked softly.
He let out a slow sigh, as if forcing himself to rein in his anger. Then he smirked, the kind that always got under my skin, confident and infuriating. His hand slid up my hip, gripping me with a possessiveness that made me wet.
“Jealous? I am not the one who stormed out like a scorned lover to find some cheap thrill. Bet you were thinking of me while he touched you.” His lips hovered over mine, his breath hot. “Just a second of my touch and you are wet already.” He said.
I bit my lip, fighting the wave of need crashing through me. Five years without real sex had left me fucking horny, my body betraying my mind. ‘'Don’t act like you are not dying to get your hands on me every chance you get,” I shot back, my voice low, dripping with venom and desire. “I bet you fucked Camilla with my face in your head.'’
Maxwell’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his gaze darkening as he towered over me. “Oh, you’ve got a mouth on you. But I bet it would look better begging. Beg me to give you what you are craving right now,” he growled, his voice hoarse and dripping with raw, unfiltered sex.
I batted my eyelashes, feigning innocence, before letting a sharp smile cut through.
“Please, I beg you… to fuck off.” My hands pressed against his chest, trying to push him away, but he didn’t budge an inch. His body was a wall of heat and muscle, and damn it, my pussy was already dripping with need despite my defiance.
“We will see about that,” he snarled, and before I could spit another retort, his mouth crashed into mine. Hungry and demanding, I wanted to slap him, to shove him away, but instead, I kissed him back with equal ferocity. Our tongues battled for dominance, a war of lust and spite, as we devoured each other.
He broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air, panting like animals in heat. In one swift move, he pinned my hands above my head against the wall, his lips attacking my neck with savage kisses and hard sucks that sent electric shocks straight to my core. “Max, ahhh,” I moaned loudly, unable to hold back as he drove me wild.
That seemed to snap something in him. He released my hands only to grab my breasts, squeezing them with a possessive grip that made me gasp. With a feral grunt, he yanked at my dress, the fabric ripping apart like it was nothing. His mouth was on my bare skin instantly, latching onto my nipple, sucking and licking like a man starved for decades. I arched my back, giving him more, my body betraying every ounce of resistance I had left.
“Fuck, Mel.” he growled against my skin, lifting me effortlessly and carrying me to the nearby couch. He dropped me gently, but there was nothing gentle about the way his lips stayed glued to my nipple, teasing and tormenting. I was a moaning mess, my body on fire, as he slid down, tearing the remnants of my dress off completely.
“You are not wearing panties,” he rasped, his voice vibrating straight to my wet, aching core. Before I could snap back with something witty, his mouth was on me, attacking my pussy with a hunger that made my vision blur.
“Fuckkkkk!” I screamed, nearly leaping off the couch if his strong hands weren’t pinning my legs down. His tongue explored every fold, every corner, licking and sucking with a precision that had me sweating and trembling.
“Damn Mel, you taste like sin.” He growled against my pussy. My hands flew to my breasts, gripping them hard as the tension built in my core, threatening to shatter me.
He slipped a finger into me curling it just right, while his tongue sucked, my pussy clenched, I was so close, my body dripping with need.
“Shiiiit.” I screamed as his tongue worked faster and his finger hit my G spot, my hips bucking as the orgasm ripped through me, shattering every ounce of control I had. I came hard, a rush of heat and release that left me trembling, my breath hitching in my chest.
Maxwell lifted his head, his lips glistening, a smug smirk curling at the edges. “Fuck!! you are a squirter.” He licked his lips, diving back in for another taste, his tongue teasing my oversensitive folds
A voice sliced through the haze of lust. “What the hell, Maxwell?!”
I jolted upright, my heart slamming against my chest. Camilla stood at the bottom of the stairs, her wide eyes locked on us, shock and fury etched across her face. My gaze snapped to Maxwell, and without a second thought, I slapped him hard across his smug face. “You had your mistress sleeping over while you fuck me here?” I yelled.
Maxwell only smirked, calm and infuriating. “She is not here for a sleepover,” he said casually. “I asked her to move in.”
Author's note: Ahhhhhhhhhhhjjsf, ahhh, hmmm