Keeping My Bride by Angela Snyder
Chapter 26
Luca
VERONA’S EFFORTS AT ignoring me have reached a new high. As I sit alone at the dinner table, the housekeeper informs me that my wife refuses to dine with me tonight.
Last night has been on my mind all day. I can still taste her sweetness on my tongue. And no matter how hard I try to forget her soft skin, I simply can’t. I want her again. One taste wasn’t enough. I’m fucking addicted.
“If she doesn’t want to eat with me, then she won’t eat at all,” I inform the housekeeper. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
After she disappears from the room, I stare down at the rest of my steak, having suddenly lost my appetite.
What I did last night was cruel. But I can’t deny that it made me feel better. Call it jealousy or what you will, but Dante needed to be put in his fucking place. I’ve seen the way he stares at my wife, like he could take her at any moment into his arms and comfort her like she’s his. She is not his.
She is mine.
My hand curls into a fist, and I pound it hard against the top of the long wooden table. She can ignore me all she wants, but it’s not going to change things. I won’t cave. I was born into hatred for her and her family. And even though we were friends when we were kids, that doesn’t mean shit now in the real world while we’re adults. Even though she’s my wife, that doesn’t mean I have to like her or, god forbid, love her.
Even though my feelings haven’t changed for her, last night something did change. I have a craving for her that I can’t stop. A need for her to be under me, calling out my name as I pound my cock into her tight pussy. I want her to know who owns her body, and I want to reinforce it again and again and again.
My cock twitches in my pants. And when I press my palm down over it, I groan out loud. I’m so fucking horny I can’t even think straight. Just thinking about her red lips wrapped around my cock drives me insane.
Frustrated, I pour myself another scotch and drink it down in one swallow. And then I pour another and another until I start to feel numb.
I’ve been known to down bottles of expensive scotch in one night. I would like to say I’m drowning my demons, but unfortunately, they know how to swim.
