“Thank you, Jay,” I hear Nate say, and I grit my teeth as I push the front door open. We don’t need to carry keys because the security knows we’re here and I’m well acquainted with the security system that notifies of everyone who comes and goes from this place. I swear there is some guy sat in a little control booth just watching the fucking front door all day and night long, waiting for the moment he can push the button to open the door and have something to do. The thought almost makes me laugh as I make my way up the stairs and to my room.
I don’t wait for Nate, and I have no intention of coming back out of my bedroom tonight. I don’t trust myself not to give in to the fucking want that has plagued me since that kiss at the reception.
I pause a few steps away from my bedroom door and my hand moves to my face, my fingertips touching my lips as I recall the one and only genuine moment I have had with Nate. Why the fuck am I so emotional today? I’ve held it together pretty well over the last six months, but today, all of my bravado seems to be unravelling, and I have no idea why.
“You okay?” I hear him say from close behind me, and I close my eyes, willing the goddamn emotions to piss off so I can carry on being the cold-hearted bitch that I have become over the last few months.
I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly before replying, “I’m good.”
“I don’t think you are though…” he says, his voice trailing off as I whirl around, my dress swishing around my legs, my emotions ready to bubble over.
“Do you not?” I retort, hands on my hips.
“No, I don’t,” he says as he takes a couple of steps towards me.
“And why on earth would you think that? Because you haven’t given a shit about my feelings for the last six months,” I argue, getting more and more angry the closer he gets to me.
Before I know what is happening, he’s on me, pushing me back against the wall, one of his hands by the side of my head, the other around my neck as he bends down slightly, his eyes coming level with mine.
“Stop with the potty mouth,” he scolds, but somewhere in the last few seconds, a fire has lit inside of me, and whatever lit it needs to stay because I need to feel something other than confusion and loneliness, even if it’s just for a minute.
“Or what?” I challenge him, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Don’t fucking push me,” he growls, his body pushing against mine, not an inch of space between us.
“But you can swear all you like?” I question.
“Yes,” he replies, no hesitation.
“No fucking deal,” I say with a smile on my face, knowing that this will piss him off. What I expect to get from this, I’m not sure, but I know that fire inside of me is bubbling away nicely, waiting to explode like a fucking inferno.
His face comes closer, his lips hovering above mine. If I were to push forward, we would be locking lips… why does that thought make my pussy tingle? Shit. I need to focus on the hate that I feel for this man, channel it and hold onto it forever.
“You trying to test me, wife?” he says, his voice low, dangerous, and so fucking delicious that it turns those flames up a little bit more. If he kisses me, I’m not sure that I will be able to stop it.
“I’m going to test you… Every. Fucking. Day,” I reply, dragging out the last three words. I’m poking the beast, and it’s the most alive I’ve felt in months.
“I’m warning you, Kat––”
“Warn me all you like, Nate, it won’t change me, and it won’t change who I am. You married a potty mouth, so fucking what? I married a monster against my will, so I guess that makes us even… you forced me into this, and I say the word fuck. Not a bad deal for you, if you ask me,” I say, the bitterness now taking over everything I feel. See, emotionally unstable. One minute hot and fiery, the next bitter and twisted, and then the next, sad and lonely. Fuck my life.
He grinds his hips against me and damn if it doesn’t make me want him whilst hating him.
I grab hold of his hips and try to push him away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Stop fighting this, Kat,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.
“Never,” I say with determination. “I will never stop fighting against you.”
“One day you will,” he says as his hands cover mine. He grips them, and in one swift move, my hands are above my head, his holding them in place, his body crushing mine against the wall. Damn my fucking panties for becoming wet. I don’t want this… or do I? Maybe fucking him will help with some of my pent-up frustration? I mean, it’s been months since I’ve been intimate with a guy… maybe I just need some kind of release to lighten my load?
“And what makes you so sure of that?” I say as I try to quench the need to have his dick inside me.
“Because I see it inside of you. That fire. That burn. That ache for something more.”
“Pfft,” I scoff, but he isn’t wrong. Fuck.
“And right now, I know that you’re wet for me, waiting for me to take you, claim you and make you feral with desire.”
