Chapter 21 When the lights go out
KIER
You could ask me what the damn movie was about, and I wouldn't have an answer.
But if you asked me what I noticed about my wife?
I'd have about ten things to say.
One: she had four tiny birthmarks, just little dots on the left side of her neck. How I even noticed them in the dim lighting of that fucking cinema was a question for another day.
Two: she always bit down on her lips when she was concentrating, like right now. I was sure she had completely forgotten I was even here.
And there were more. I could keep listing them. And why I did this? I had no idea.
But I couldn't deny it anymore—I was getting attracted to my wife.
She wasn't my usual type. Yeah, I didn't know how many times I'd said her face was beautiful, but a pretty face alone never got me as hard as a rock for a woman. That was just one part of it.
And yet, here I was, hard as a damn brick, and it was freaking me out.
I had spent days wondering how I'd be able to knock her up when I couldn't even get it up for her. But now? It seemed like the other part of me had made its decision.
I exhaled sharply, forcing myself to look away, only to realize the movie was over. The end credits were rolling.
When did it finish?
I glanced back at her, unable to stop myself, and caught her staring at me. The surprising part? She didn't look away.
Before I knew it, I was lifting her off her chair and settling her on my lap.
It didn't have to mean anything.
She was my wife, dammit. I shouldn't feel like I was committing some kind of felony.
She tensed slightly but didn't pull away. I placed my hands on her waist, rubbing slow circles, feeling just how slim she was. And then, a thought hit me like a freight train.
Pinning her down on the bed.
Her ass up in the air.
My hands gripping this tiny waist.
Taking her like a dog takes a fertile bitch.
My dick throbbed harder. I knew she could feel it pressing against her, but she didn't move away. She just sat there, looking right at me, her face turning pink even in the dim light.
"I'm going to kiss you now," I murmured.
I moved one hand from her waist to the back of her neck, pulling her closer.
She nodded. That was all the permission I needed.
I crashed my lips against hers, sucking on her bottom lip, and for a second, she just sat there—pliable, submissive.
I had never been into women who didn't kiss back ferociously, who weren't feisty in bed. But for some reason, I liked this. I liked that she let me devour her.
Then, just as I deepened the kiss, she did something that nearly sent me over the edge.
She grabbed my tongue—gently—then sucked on it.
I almost came in my pants like some green boy.
I jerked back so fast, standing up and setting her down before I embarrassed myself any further.
What the fuck just happened?
I turned away, running a hand through my hair, trying to get my damn self under control.
I nearly came. And I wasn't even inside her.
This had never happened before.
I needed to fuck her. That was it. Get it out of my system. Then I'd be able to think straight again. Maybe whatever this was—this strange pull I felt around her—would go away.
I turned back to face her, my composure barely intact.
She looked petrified.
I cupped her face, my hands nearly covering it completely.
Why does it feel like I'm about to rob the damn cradle?
I dropped one hand, letting the other rest on her cheek as she looked up at me.
"I'm going to fuck you. The sooner we do it, the faster we go our separate ways."
She didn't say anything for a moment. Then, slowly, she nodded.
Everything after that was a blur.
The next thing I knew, we were in the car, and I was driving home like a man who had completely lost his mind—because all I could think about was getting balls deep inside my wife.
Soon enough, we were home.
I barely let the car stop before I rushed out, yanked open her door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and threw her over my shoulder. Then I strode into the house like a man possessed.
It was like I was on fire. She was making me act in ways I never would.
I barely registered the stares of the workers as I stormed through the halls, straight to my bedroom. I pushed the door open, stepped inside, and dropped her onto the bed—slowly.
She looked up at me, chest rising and falling, breath uneven.
And before I could even tell her to strip, she was already pulling off her gown.
Fuck. That had no right to look so damn sexy.
"What are you doing to me?" I muttered, yanking off my shirt. I left my trousers on, only unbuttoning them, then stepped toward her.
She was almost done pulling the dress off when I stopped her.
She looked up at me with big doe eyes—but not the innocent kind I had expected.
I turned her around, dragging the zipper all the way down, then eased the gown off her shoulders. But just before I could pull it away completely, she turned her head slightly and pointed at the light switch.
My brows furrowed. "You want me to turn off the lights?"
She nodded slowly.
I wanted to say no. But something in her eyes made me pause.
With a quiet exhale, I stepped back, climbed off the bed, and walked to the switch.
The moment I turned off the lights and spun around..
She was right behind me.