Page 8 of Wicked Queen

She was driving me crazy. She dropped the robe and when she reached for her zipper, I couldn't stop myself. Moving behind her, I took over. "Here. Let me."

Clara froze as I drew the zipper slowly down, revealing inch after inch of porcelain skin. I wanted to slip the dress off her shoulders and wrap my arms around her. I could almost imagine her full breasts in my hands. I could almost taste the sweet, wet heat between her thighs. My cock hardened painfully, reminding me of exactly how long it had been since I’d buried myself in her. She shifted slightly, pressing her ass against me as though she was thinking the same.

"Do you miss me?" she whispered, wriggling slightly against my erection.

“Fuck yes, I do, poppet." My hands went to her hips and gripped them, yanking her back against me so she could feel how much. "Do you miss my cock? Do you miss it when I fuck you? Tell me how much you need to feel me inside you.”

“Yes, please."

I barely caught her whimpered reply, but it was enough. I released her hips and shucked her dress from her shoulders, helping its progress to the floor with impatient hands. I needed to taste her. I needed to be inside her. I needed to fuck her.

The scrap of lace she called underwear snapped easily with one tug. Clara’s answering moan was like a lightning rod to my crotch. I left her garter belt, fastened low on her hips below the swell of her belly, on, enjoying how the garters crossed over her skin to hold her silk stockings. She was a masterpiece, sinfully beautiful. I drank in the sight of her full, round ass and long legs. I would never have enough of her. But as I began to unfasten my belt buckle, she pulled away.

"Clara," I said in a strangled voice.

"What?" She reached around and unfastened her bra. "I want to, but that doesn't mean I will."

"How long are you going to punish me?” I exploded.

"I haven't decided yet." She didn't seem the least bit moved by my outburst. Instead, she unpinned her hair and it tumbled to her shoulders. I forced myself to stay put as she undid her garter belt and rolled her stockings off one by one. When she was naked, she looked me in the eye, her gaze full of challenge.

She knew how hard it was for me to be near her after going so long without fucking her. It was a test, but I didn’t know the right answer. She was trying to make a point, but Clara also craved domination. She had since the moment I met her. Taking her might be the proof she needed, proof that I would always choose her. Choose us. But answering incorrectly was a big gamble when I was playing with my heart.

"Clara, I need you. You need me. Let me love you.” I took a step toward her.

"You seem to be confusing sex with love." She opened the shower door.

"Don't do this." I was begging now, but she stepped under the water and closed the door between us.

I wasn’t the one who was confused. I knew exactly what she needed and I would show her. Whipping my belt off, I unfastened my pants and freed my cock. Fisting it, I began to stroke my shaft, my eyes on my wife. She was watching me. The glass between us began to fog and she hadn’t so much as touched the soap.

“You do this to me,” I said. I had no idea if she could hear me over the running water, but she could see my lips moving. Let her hear what she wanted to hear—what she needed to hear. “You drive me fucking insane.”

Clara was finally moving, her own hand snaking down between her legs. I pumped my cock harder as she began to knead her cunt. I knew the sounds she must be making—the sharp intakes of breath, the needy little moans.

“You’re mine. You belong to me.” I moved closer until we were face-to-face with the glass between us. “Play your game. Pretend you have the power. Nothing will change that. You are mine.”

She could hear me now. I could tell by the way she swallowed back her pleasure and grimaced as if pained by it. I couldn’t hear what she said, but I saw the words on her perfect lips. “Fuck you.”

“You will, Poppet.” I groaned as I felt my balls tighten. My hand sped up, urging me toward release. “Soon. You’ll fuck me soon. You gave yourself to me, and I’m running out of patience. I will take what’s mine.”

Her eyes shuttered on this final warning, her body trembling slightly as her orgasm rolled through her. I came, watching her unravel, my release spraying the glass as my knees buckled from the force of my climax. When I looked up, she turned away and shut off the water.

But when she stepped out, she grabbed her robe and drew it on quickly.

“Clara, it’s inevitable. Stop fighting it. Nothing will change what’s between us.”

And then a low voice, she found the three words that did. She found the three words that ripped my heart out and changed everything. Three little words that carried the weight of everything—our future, our family, our marriage—and made me realize I was wrong.

“I hate you.”

Chapter 5

Clara

“Where are you?” Edward asked as soon as I answered my mobile, jamming it between my ear and shoulder as I narrowly avoided dropping my teacup. Across from me, Elizabeth frowned at the interruption, her tiny legs splayed in front of her and a teapot wobbling in her hands.

“Home,” I said as I held my cup out and she pretended to fill it.