~Christopher’s POV~

Slap!

Hell, I miss being slapped by my wife’s little hand.

“Wife? If anything, you and I are just a transition, just like business,” she scoffed. “I am not your wife.” Immediately after saying that, she tried to walk past me, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to me. She refused to submit. She fixed her gaze on me as if she were fixated on something trivial.

“You appear to be pressed for time. Who are you meeting with? Does the man you are meeting know that you are married to me? Did you tell him?”

“What made you think that being married is a problem? Are you not sleeping around despite your marital status? Did you believe you could sleep around while I sat back and watched or wait for you, Mr. Grayston?”

I felt like strangling her when I stared at her, but she was too lovely to be strangled, too fucking sexy when she is all sassy. I stared at her and vowed that she would not leave and that I would remain her husband.

I placed my arms around her and smothered her with a kiss. She struggled but eventually succumbed. I am her husband, and she is my wife. She is not permitted to fuck around. I broke the kiss.

Slap!

wanted to slap me again, and I coerced her into another kiss. I slammed her against the door, suffocating her. I was going to land on top of her if anyone dared to open the door. She fought again, but I was stronger. I freed her, and she attempted

firmly, causing her lips to pout, “you’re

mine to some good-for-nothing lads. If I were not at the office, I could have shoved my fingers inside her to teach her a lesson. She doesn’t

Understood?” I said while pointing my index finger at her. I saw her nodding like a good submissive girl.

~Camila’s POV~

home, or the next time we meet, you will not like what I

the matter with this

stranger to me. My title is

but it did not affect him. All he did was smirk, I was wet down there. I had no idea what was happening. I was unable to make a noise and move around with his finger thrusting roughly within me. He added another finger and savagely thrust inside me. I couldn’t keep quiet. I moaned like a

were in the office. Anyone can walk in. I tried to push him

in front of me. I couldn’t recognize my own voice as an orgasm ripped through me. Why is he acting in this manner? I perched at the table, unsure of what to do or more precisely, what to say to

sobbing. He drew me into a bear embrace. I despise him for what he has done to me.

Camille! You are my wife! Remember that each time you think of

forced me into a kiss and a moan escaped his lips. Which

I am not interested in you. Please leave me alone. You cannot continue to abuse me in this way. Why are you toying with me, with my feelings? You should stop. I am not interested in any

with my teary eyes. He lifted my trembling legs and devoured everything that came out of me, his tongue lapping in my folds, then in my clit, I started trembling again. He held me in place till I screamed again as yet another orgasm ripped through me. All while looking me straight in the eyes. I was speechless. He seems to care, but him devouring my pussy like this is dangerous. He is confusing me, he calls me a child but confuses me each time we are together. What does he want from me? The soft Chris I saw a minute

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