The Rejected Wife: Chapter 43

He hasn’t said a word. He doesn’t need to. The tension radiating off him hits me like a blowtorch—raw, searing, impossible to ignore.

The narrowing of his gaze, the way he stalked toward me, everything indicating he’s the hunter. And I’m the prey. My stomach bottoms out. Fear pinches my nerve endings. Excitement pumps through my veins My hind brain insists I put distance between me and that large, lethal predator who’s eyeing me like I’m his next meal. The woman inside me who wants to hold her own insists I not show any hint of fear.

I deliberately slow my pace, moving forward, very conscious of him watching my every move. I reach the entrance to the villa and dry my feet on the rug. It’s meant to be functional, but under his gaze, it turns into a seductive slither of skin against bamboo fibers. A shiver runs up my spine. I purposely raise my arms above my head, stretching and making sure to push my butt out. I’m conscious of his gaze burning into my back. Conscious of the increase in tension radiating from his big body. Suddenly, I’m so hot that when I step over the threshold and under the fan oscillating on the ceiling, I shiver.

I hear his footsteps—measured, deliberate—drawing closer. When they stop, so do I. Something in the silence presses against my spine. I turn.

He’s watching me, satisfaction radiating from every inch of him. There’s a dangerous gleam in his eyes, and my heart stutters like it’s lost its rhythm.

I’ve done exactly what he wanted. Walked straight into a trap—one set by him.

“Run,” he growls in a low voice.

I tremble. I don’t understand what he’s saying, but my instincts, stretching back to when men and women lived in nature, leaves me in no doubt what he intends. Still, I shake the hair back from my face and scoff, “What do you mean?”

‘Run.” His lips twist in a smirk. “For when I catch you, baby, I can’t promise that I’ll be able to stop until I’ve had you over and over again. Until I’ve stamped my name in every cell of your body. Until I’ve kissed very inch of your delectable curves. Until I’ve tasted every dip and sampled every fold. Until I’ve violated your every hole.’

‘That’s…very explicit,’ I say primly. Is that why I’m so turned on? My cheeks feel like they’re on fire. Every inch of my body is on edge. Ready, primed, and waiting for him. But damn, if I’m going to make this easy for him. That primitive, instinctive part of me urges me to, at least, attempt to escape.

‘Nothing compared to how explicit it’s going to be when I get my hands on you.’ He takes another step forward. I notice absently that he’s holding a bottle of sunscreen in his hand. He takes another step in my direction. Adrenaline spikes my blood. My pulse rate shoots up. I yelp and skitter back.

He cracks his knuckles, then rolls his neck as he advances on me.

I frown. ‘You’re trying to intimidate me.’

He smirks again. ‘Am I succeeding?’

I glance around, grab one of the folded towels on the table near the door and hurl it at him. With a speed that makes me blink, he snatches it out the air, then tosses it aside.

Of course, he’s a former Marine who keeps in shape. His reflexes are far sharper than mine. I spin around, then race deeper into the room. I sense him behind me. My heart leaps into my throat. A giggle rises, but I stifle it. My stomach twists. The thrill of being chased, combined with excitement of trying to evade him, and then the anticipation of what he’s going to do when he catches me, laces my blood. I sprint to the far end of the living room. Breath coming in short pants, I turn to find him stalking toward me.

‘You can’t escape me.” When he lunges for me, I bend low and evade him. A triumphant laugh bursts out of me as I put on a burst of speed and run past him. The adrenaline in my blood ramps up as I scoot forward. Made it! Then I yell as he grabs me around the waist.

He spins me around, swinging me up and over his shoulder.

‘Let me go!’ I writhe in his grasp, kicking out with my legs while bringing my fists down on his back.

Then a flash of pain bursts across my senses. ‘What the hell!’ He slapped me across my butt! He follows up with another one across my other butt cheek. Then the first. He alternates between both sides, and I’m so stunned, I forget to react. He’s spanking me. Jey-sus! He’s. Spanking. Me. He reaches the handwoven, rattan reading chair I admired earlier and swings me down, so I’m bent over it.

I’m on my feet with my hair flowing down to block my vision, my arse up in the air.

I try to straighten, but he plants his thick arm at the small of my back, holding me in place.

‘What are you doing?’ I ask, breathless. I am so turned on. Something about this position that makes me feel helpless and at his mercy—not to mention the fact that I can’t see what he’s up to next—is strangely arousing. I’m also a little scared of what he’s going to do next, and that ramps up my desire further.

In reply, he plants the bottle of sunscreen on the nearby table. The audible thump sounds ominous. Goosebumps pepper my skin. And it’s not from the air conditioning. With a single flick of his fingers, he unties my bikini bottoms which fall to the floor. Cool air assails my pussy.

My thighs tremble. Then he plucks at the knots which hold my halter top in place, and suddenly, that’s off too. I’m completely naked. And when he kicks my legs apart, I shudder. My desire builds to fever pitch. Moisture trickles down my inner thigh.

Heat covers my back as he leans over me. He pushes my hair aside and peers into my eyes. ‘Are you okay?’ The concern in his expression is combined with naked lust. The vein at his temple stands out in relief. He’s holding himself back. Waiting to make sure I’m okay. My heart stutters. My already soaked pussy threatens to turn into a river of need.

I look into his eyes and nod.

‘You sure?’ His forehead furrows. ‘If not⁠—’

‘I’m good, I promise. Now, can you shut up and do to me whatever you had planned?’

His mismatched eyes flash. Then he laughs. He kisses me hard. ‘Your wish is my command.’ He licks into my mouth. ‘Remember, you asked for it.’

Before I can ask him what he means by that, he spits on his fingers. My heart somersaults in my rib cage, and when he fingers the forbidden knot in the cleft between my arse cheeks, my entire body turns to fire. It’s a mixture of lust packed with a healthy dose of fear. ‘Wh-what are you doing?’

‘I’m going to take your remaining virgin hole. I’m going to own you, baby. Possess you. I’m going to make you mine.’

That’s so filthy. And forbidden. And so everything. It detonates a line of fire to sizzle through my blood and straight to my core. My pussy contracts, as does my back hole. He must feel it, for a groan tumbles from his lips. ‘You’re so tight, baby. So perfect.’

Then he pulls his fingers out and slaps my butt with enough force that I rise up to my toes. I squeal. I can’t help it. That was so sudden, and it stings, just enough to cross that threshold into pain which doubles as arousal. Enough for my thighs to clench. And when he rubs his palm across the smarting skin, goosebumps pepper my skin.

‘Oh God.’ I allow my head to hang and grab the cushion placed on the seat of the chair for support. Then, just as suddenly, he snatches up the sunscreen. I hear the crackle of the bottle being squeezed, then something cool trickles down the valley between my butt cheeks.

‘Tyler,’ I gasp.

‘It’s going to be good, I promise.’ I hear the whisper of cloth against skin and know he’s kicked off his swimming trunks. He slips a finger inside the tender hole between my arse cheeks. It stings a little, but that soon gives way to a sensation that shouldn’t feel pleasurable, but oh, it does. He adds a second finger, and when he curls them inside me, my entire body jolts.

‘Oh God. Oh God.’ I squeeze my eyes shut, unable to keep pace with the sensations that crowd my senses. I feel like I’m burning up, every cell in my body filled with combustible material that spreads the flames faster than tinder in a forest fire.

He saws his fingers in and out of me, opening me up. And when he adds a third finger, spreading me wider, I groan. He hits a spot inside of me that pings waves of awareness into hidden corners of my body that I never knew existed. My skin vibrates, and my toes curl.

‘Tyler,’ I cry out, seconds before a climax squeezes my body. I shudder and whimper as I float down. My muscles relax. My arms and legs feel heavy. He pulls his fingers out of me, and I feel empty. I begin to protest, but the next moment, he replaces it with something much bigger. Much blunter. Some corner of my brain tells me I should be alarmed, but I’m too drugged on pleasure. He grips my hips to hold me in place and thrusts into me.

I moan. He fills me up in a way I didn’t think was possible. All of my senses are focused on where we’re joined. On where he has me well and truly pinned down with his cock. Then he leans over me, pushing my hair aside to kiss the side of my mouth. ‘You okay?’

‘Mm-hmm.’ It’s all I can do to gather my energy and nod. But it must satisfy him, for he straightens. Another push, and he slips into me further, then again.

‘F-u-c-k,’ I hear him growl. ‘You feel incredible.’

I’m too taken in with the strangeness of the sensations building inside me to answer. He pulls back enough to stay balanced at the rim of my forbidden hole. Then he punches forward and, this time, slips all the way in.

His balls slap against my slit, and a surge detonates deep inside me. My clit throbs. My nipples tighten. My whole body sharpens. Every nerve, every breath, every thought—on fire.

And when he hits that secret spot inside of me, I feel like a rocket ready to go off. The pressure inside me builds, tightens, begins to spill over to my extremities.

Like I want to. The pressure coils tighter, reaching my fingertips, my toes, my soul.

He grabs my breasts, squeezes, pinches—sending tremors through me. Then his fingers slip lower, rubbing over my clit.

It’s not just sensation anymore—it’s lightning. Every touch ignites me. I moan, breath stuttering. I’m unraveling.

I’m right there. Right at the edge.

Then he leans over me, his voice low, rough, his command anchoring everything that’s about to break.

“Come with me.”

And I do.

I splinter apart in a perfect storm that claims every part of me.

I’m dimly aware of screaming his name as I tumble over the edge. And then, his groan as he follows me over. Unable to hold myself up, I slump, but he wraps his arm around my chest and holds me up. He pulls out of me and liquid trickles down my thigh. A mix of both of us. Then, he scoops me up in his arm and kisses my forehead. My eyelids flutter down, and darkness pulls me under.

When I awaken, I’m under the covers. Dim light slants through a crack in the curtains. I stretch, and my muscles protest. I savor the soreness that comes from being well used by my husband. Which, in turn, reminds me of how exactly he delivered on his promise to do very scandalous things to my body. I sit up, wincing when unmentionable parts of my body twinge. Yet, I also feel rejuvenated. Energy courses through my veins. It’s like I’ve stuck my finger into an invisible source of vitality. More like he stuck his source of vitality into me.

I chuckle to myself.

‘What’s so funny?’

‘Wha—’ I whip my head around to find he’s seated in a chair next to the bed. He’s wearing a pair of sweats and a T-shirt.

Dusk fills the room with a silvery light, but his face is in darkness. Did I sleep the evening away? I must still be recovering from the intensity of what happened between us earlier. The intensity of it. The jet lag. It all must’ve knocked me out.

‘Uh—I was, uh, thinking that—’ I shake my head.

“Is that a flush?” He stands and moves toward the bed, settling beside me. His gaze lingers, slow and deliberate. “It was a flush.” There’s a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

His words make me blush deeper. ‘It’s nothing.’

‘Were you thinking of what we did earlier?’ he rumbles.

I nod. ‘What were you doing sitting in the dark.’

‘I was watching you sleep.’

I tilt my head. ‘Creepy much?’

‘Nothing creepy about watching my wife sleep after I’ve fucked her properly. Nothing creepy about me marveling that I have you back in my life.’

His look is so intense, so needy, my throat closes. I can sense that invisible connection that binds us together and stretches between us as it tightens and grows stronger. He has feelings for me. He has; from the moment he met me. And in time, he will come to express them. I remind myself to be patient. I need to give him time to recognize his feelings.

I know this with a certainty that comes from a place deep within. One I don’t question.

He cups my cheek and leans in for a long kiss that has me turning into a puddle. When he pulls away and places his forehead against mine, we’re both breathing heavily.

‘See what you do to me?’ He takes my hand and places it over the crotch of his sweatpants.

The throbbing column underneath it makes my mouth water. I crawl into his lap and fit my already weeping core over his swollen shaft. Through the thin layer of fabric separating us, I can feel the heat, the length of him. I wrap my arms around his neck and fit my lips to his. Instantly, he takes control. With his hands on my hips, he fits me even more snugly over that tent in his pants.