It’ll be from a heart attack from the stress she gives me.
“Son of a bitch.” I snatch the plate of food from the island, storm out of the kitchen, and march up the stairs to Liliya’s bedroom.
I don’t bother knocking on the closed door before walking in.
“Why the fuck aren’t you eating?” I pause at the empty room.
My gaze immediately shifts to the open window.
It’s cracked, a slight breeze flowing in from outside.
No fucking way did she squeeze through that and jump from the second story.
But after everything she’s pulled, I wouldn’t put it past her.
I set the plate on the nightstand and walk toward the window but stop at the sound of water running.
The bathroom door is shut, and I jiggle the handle.
Unlocked.
Again, I enter without knocking.
Privacy is a privilege, which my runner has yet to earn.
She’s lucky I haven’t taken her damn door off the hinges.
The fogged-up shower door reminds me of killing the doctor.
I smirk, remembering the perfect sight of him bleeding out.
Instead of “We Will Rock You,” Liliya hums a song I don’t recognize.
I lean back against the vanity, crossing my arms and ankles, and listen to her. My throat turns dry at the view of her naked body moving behind the steamed door. Every few seconds, she swings her hips to the beat of whatever she’s humming.
I make out the hourglass curves of her body.
The swells of her breasts and ass.
This is fucking porn-worthy, and I can’t even fully see her naked.
My cock jerks when Liliya runs her hands down her breasts.
She pauses her humming, and I swear, I hear her call me a smug asshole.
I have to stop myself from stripping out of my clothes and joining her.
I want to fuck my wife in there.
I want to make hermine.
Just when I can’t take it anymore, the shower shuts off.
Like my wife subconsciously knew her big, bad husband was contemplating coming in to take what was his.
I grab the towel hanging on the hook when she opens the shower door.
Liliya comes into view, her naked body dripping wet, and blinks away water droplets.
