The Wrong Wife by Maya Alden

Chapter 46

Esme

Iunderstood because it was the same for me.

I rode him, and when we came, we came together.

I felt his wetness cream me, flowing down my thighs. I should have gotten up and cleaned myself, but I couldn't. I stayed there, his hands gripping my hips as he continued to pulse inside me, soft jerks as he felt the aftermath. I rested my head against his shoulder.

"Declan, I love you."

He moved his shoulder so I could look into his eyes. "Say it again."

"I love you."

"Good," he muttered, sliding his hand down to smack my bottom hard.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"Good," he said again and kissed me. "You'll never let anyone take me from you; never separate us. Understood."

He spanked me, and I felt it between my legs. I moaned.

"Say it; I'm sorry, Declan, for signing those fucking papers and breaking your heart."

"I'm so sorry." He smacked me again, and I moved up and then down. His cock was getting hard again like he'd not just come.

"Say, I'll never leave you, Declan." He moved up as I drove down.

"I'll never leave you again."

He pulled the bodice of my dress, pulled my bra down with it, and took my nipple in his mouth. "And that you'll have our babies."

My body stilled.

He smacked my ass again, hard this time.

"I'll have our babies."

He looked into my eyes, and I saw that his eyes were wet.

"Declan," I whispered.

"You hurt me."

"I know."

"Don't fucking do it again."

"Yes."

"Now, ride me," he ordered.

I rose above him, and as I rode him, I repeatedly promised him that I was his and that I'd never leave again.

He carried me home.

And because we'd made such a mess, we took a shower and made a mess again. I went down on my knees in front of Declan like I did at church, but this time, I took him in my mouth.

"Suck deeper, love," he begged because I was sucking only the tip of his erection.

I did as he asked, and he groaned, holding my head. His fingers were tangled in my wet hair.

"Love, I need this." He held my head and started to fuck my mouth. "Tap my thigh if it's too much," he told me when he saw the tears in my eyes.

He pushed inside my mouth, and I gagged, more tears falling down my cheeks. He didn’t let up because I didn’t let him, my fingers digging into his tight ass. I knew I was leaving marks, but I needed this as much as he did.

"Esme, make yourself cum," he ordered. "Now."

I held his ass in my left hand and brought my ring hand to my pussy. I didn't think I could come anymore. I was wrong because watching Declan use my mouth led me to find my own release. I sat down on the shower floor, too tired to move.

Declan picked me up. "You okay, sweetheart? Did I hurt you?"

I leaned into him. "No. I'm just too…lazy."

"I relaxed you."

"Yes, you did."

We were hungry, this time for food, so Declan made sandwiches and we ate them with a vintage Veuve Clicquot.

Declan looked at his watch and sighed. "We must get to my parent's place in an hour."

"Why a wedding reception?"

"I want it to be clear that we're married and together. There is a lot of speculation about us because Viv and I used to be engaged—"

"Speaking of Viv, what happened?"

"You know, she's afraid of your father as you are…maybe even more."

I scoffed.

Declan pulled me off my bar stool and lifted me to sit on the kitchen counter in front of his stool. He held me, his hands at my hips, his thighs holding me in place.

"He didn't beat her as he did you, but he controlled her."

"What do you mean?"

"She didn't love me, Esme. She never loved me. He made her be with me. He made her leave Nick. She didn't want to. So, now, she's in San Francisco, begging for his forgiveness and hoping he'll take her back. She loves him."

I felt a pang of compassion. "And what about my father?"

He shrugged.

"Declan?" I warned.

"Yeah, yeah. But it's going to piss you off."

I raised my eyebrows, and he sighed.

"Your father was arrested this morning."

I gasped.

"Let me explain. Do you remember why I had to go to New Orleans?"

"Yeah. Something to do with a customer's system that got compromised."

"Your father hired a hacker to do that."

"He did what?"

Declan tightened his hold on me. "The District Attorney has been investigating, which led to your father. He'll probably do five to eight for cybercrimes and then some for some financial crimes as he used some shady accounts to pay the hacker."

We both were silent for a while.

"He deserves it," I said slowly. "And if he's in jail, he can't hurt my mother."

“You mother has been scrambling to find a money for bond. She’s not giving up on him, Esme.”

I shrugged. “We can only help those who want help. My mother is, and I have had to realize this in the past weeks, not able to imagine a life without my father. She’s made her choice clear again and again. As the cliché goes, she’s made her bed, and she has to lie in it.”

"Are you sure you're not upset about this?"

"Yes."

He put his head on my lap, and I stroked his hair. "I thought you'd hate me."

"Never."

He raised his head and looked at me. "We're going to make a life together."

I smiled at him. "We already have one. Now, tell me, did you buy me a dress for this wedding reception of yours."

He grinned. "You can wear the dress you wore to Church..."

"Except it needs to be washed now."

"Multiple orgasms can make a mess."

"And the media will be there, and you don't want them to say I wasn't dressed appropriately."

"Esme, I love you no matter what you—"

I put a finger to his lips. "Thank you. I want to wear something that makes me feel good.”

“In that case, Vera Wang may have made something for you.”

“The Vera Wang?” I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

He laughed. A rich and deep laugh that came from his soul.