Outsmarting her monstrous husband

Eve’s POV

I had never detested Tom so much in my entire life.

How could he lock me up while he went around cheating on me? He must have predicted that I would try to leave tonight. Well it was either that or he was taking precautions. Either way, I had to find a way out. I needed to see Golden, tonight!

My eyes trailed to the window. Should I jump off? No scratch that, Could I jump off? That was the question wasn’t it. Not only was I dressed in a whopping four inch heels and the shortest dress on the planet.

Our room was on the sixth floor or something. The ground floor looked so far down. I would definitely break something. And I would rather see the man of my dreams with all parts of my body, whole, hale and hearty.

I shook my head at the ridiculous thought and ran a hand through my hair. What the hell was I going to do? Golden would be waiting  for me. This was my one chance to live carefreely and of course my ‘dear’ husband had to block me from that as well.

I walked back to the bed and planted my butt on it, trying to think of a way out. There had to be one, right? Perhaps if I tried breaking off the handle with something heavy?

That would probably seal me in forever and when Tom hears about it, he’ll do worse than yell at me. I shuddered, rubbing my hands over my arms as I felt cold suddenly.

Maybe it was better if I gave up trying. Even if I eventually did succeed in leaving the hotel, what would happen when Tom discovered the tracker was gone and came back to find me gone? He may very well make sure I would never be able to walk again.

Tears blurred my vision. My fingers curled around the bedsheet, gripping it so hard until my knuckles whitened. No! A voice in my head yelled. How long will you let him hold you back?!

How long will you keep crying over him? I wiped my hands over my face rapidly, drying the tears that had slipped out. Crying would not solve shit. I had to find a way out of this damned prison!

My eyes fell on the land phone on the bedside stool. It was used to contact the hotel staff and. Bingo! I grinned, reaching for it and dialed the front help desk.

“Hello room 415. I am Rosetta, how may I be of service today?” A cheery voice laced with a thick French accent reached my ears and I sagged in relief.

“Hello…uhm… my husband, he has.. uhm… a bit of a memory problem,” I mumbled. “He’s off to a business meeting and must have forgotten I was in. I'm locked in, is there a way to get the door open?”

“Oui, there is,” Rosetta replied. “The… what's that English word again? Ah yes, handyman, the handy man will be up there shortly.”

I thanked Rosetta and ended the call. There was hope. I could still see him again tonight. My body hummed with excitement. I clasped my hands together trying to stop them from trembling.

The handy man came up in a few minutes and popped the door open. Without hesitation, I strutted right out the door, raced out of the hotel as fast as I could in the deathly heels I wore and hailed a cab.

After what seemed like the longest twenty minutes of my life, I stood before Red Satin, staring up at its bright sign hanging above it, hearing my heartbeat roar through my ears.

“You made it,” A very familiar voice, one that made my thighs squirm in desire, reached my ears and I glanced away from the sign, to see Golden standing outside the club. Had he been waiting for me?

He looked even more gorgeous than I remembered. His golden hair caught the bright street lights, causing the halo to form around his head.

I couldn’t see his gray eyes very clearly, but I could feel them on me, licking every inch of my skin with that intense look. He took a step towards me and I could swear that I fucking melted in excitement on the spot.

He was dressed in a  white shirt and gray pants. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up, bunching around his very muscular arms. I wanted them on me. I wanted all of him on me.

“I made it,” I repeated dumbly, barely breathing when he stopped mere inches away from me. His body heat warmed me, caressing my skin, stroking every inch of my body, making my cells come alive.

His eyes darkened, watching my breasts rise and fall. He growled low in his throat, closing the rest of the distance between us. In a blink, his arms wrapped around my waist until I was flushed against him.

I glanced up at him, feeling my face burn up in embarrassment. Could he feel my hardened nipples against his chest? Could he tell how aroused I was? Because I was. Terribly.

Holding gazes, our breaths mingled and I waited for him to say something. Anything. I had waited two solid days to see him. He ought to have something to say- Oh!

My eyes widened when his hands slid to cup my backside. He gave it a hard squeeze that had me sighing and sagging against him. What was he doing?! We were on the sidewalk!

“Did you do what I asked?” He demanded, eyes boring intensely into mine.

“Would you like to check?” His hands came down on my ass with a loud smack, right there on the sidewalk. I squealed, burying my face into his chest to muffle the sound. There weren’t many people on the sidewalk but that didn’t mean we were alone.

“Look at me,”

I pulled away from his chest, craning g my head to look at him, my face as red as a fucking tomato. Was it wrong that my pussy dripped even harder with that smack? Ah hell, something was wrong with me.

“It’s a yes,” Golden continued. “Or a no. Got it, Eve?”

“Ah.. Yes,” I mumbled, dropping my forehead to his chest to steady my breathing. “It’s a yes,”

“Fuck!” He swore. One of his hands gripped an ass cheek and pulled at it while his other hand slipped beneath my dress to palm my pussy.

I moaned when his fingers reached my bared, wet as the fucking Niagara falls core, and buried my face deeper into his chest, afraid I would scream and people will notice us. I arched when he palmed harder, not caring who was watching. His hands were insistent against me, digging, probing, seeking for more.

I sobbed into his shirt, hoping he would stop at the same time, begging him not to. Thick long fingers nibbled at my pussy, his thumb found the hood of my clit and gave it a swipe.

“Oh fuck!” I cried, bucking against his hands.

“Mhmm, that’s it, give me all that nectar,” He hummed, pressing harder until  I felt swollen, aroused and ready to explode.

“Oh my gosh, oh fuck,” I sobbed, grinding against his fingers, needing more. Pleasure pulsed through me, making me throb madly with desire. Desire that only he could sate.

“You’re ready for me,” He hissed, slipping his fingers through my puffy lips “So fucking wet, just like I had imagined,”

“You thought about me?” My lips trembled as I spoke, feeling my body tighten with need.

“Everyday since I last saw you,” He grunted and withdrew his fingers. “Look at me Eve,”

Shuddering at the dark tone of command he used, I looked up to watch him slip his hand into his mouth, sucking off all of my juices that had coated his fingers.

That action alone made me a sopping mess. He hummed in satisfaction, as if he had just had a meal and I glanced around, hoping no one had seen him do that. His hands reached out to hold my jaw in place, forcing me to look at him.

“I said look at me, Eve,”

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

He nodded, tilted his head to the side, revealing his square jaw. Lord, how could a man be molded so perfectly?

“Who was that man?” His voice penetrated through the haze of lust that surrounded me, making me sober up for a second. The one who made a mess at my club?”

Ah shit. It wasn’t like I could very well open up and tell him I was a married woman hungry for someone to satisfy my damned desire besides my husband being a public whore.

That would give me a bad look. And it would give Tom a bad look as well. I had busted my ass to get Tom to where he was, I would rather not be the one to ruin him. All my hard work would be in vain. I could not allow that.

So instead, I ran my hands down the buttons of his shirt, holding his gaze. “How about this,” I murmured, licking my lips, “ Ask me no questions and I will tell you no lies.”

Golden stared at me, his brow arched.  Something flickered in his eyes. Amusement? He chuckled, it was low and rumbling and it sent thrills to every nerve endings all through my body.

“Fair enough,” He replied, stepping away from me and closing his hands over mine. “Come,”

He led me towards a sleek black Maserati, and opened the front door, “Get in,”

“Where are we going?” I frowned, glancing at the club behind us. I had thought we would use the room in there like we had earlier.

“Away from here,” He said gruffly as if that explained everything.

“Why?” I frowned, looking back at him. I had barely met him all of two days, common sense made it rather compulsory to be wary. But yet, staring at Golden, I didn’t think he would try to hurt me. For some odd reason, I trusted him.

He thrilled me, he made me so damned excited and he was unlike any man I had ever known. Perhaps that was why I was drawn to him like a moth to flame. Why I didn’t want to stay away. Those eyes promised so much more, so much pleasure. I badly wanted it all.

And that was mildly terrifying.

“Why?” He repeated, tilting my face up with his fingers. He pressed his forehead to mine, breathing harshly against my face. I closed my eyes as his breath warmed up my face.

“Because I want to worship you and I need no distractions like the last time.”

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