Meadow’s POV: The moment I asked that question, the atmosphere shifted. Alaric looked away from me, his body tensing, his jaw clenching even harder.I knew why I chose this question. Because there really was no way for Alaric to avoid the truth. Maybe I was being manipulative, but I needed to know. This was the only way I would know if Alaric did get drunk with Clarissa like she had claimed.Like I said, I was going to find a way to ask. And now, the opportunity had simply presented itself.“Alaric?” I pressed again, my voice quieter this time.He pushed away from the counter. From me. And I instantly knew that whatever was going to come out of his mouth next was going to be a lie.“You did.”My stomach fell, my voice shaking as I replied: “You’re lying.”“Meadow—”“No,” I snapped, jumping down from the counter. I stumbled, but Alaric was quick to catch me before I could fall. “You said you were going to answer honestly.”He ran a hand through my hair, his eyes unfocused but hard. Ho
Meadow’s POV: I may have held back on getting to know Alaric any further tonight, but I wasn’t going to let go of the matter with Clarissa.I was going to find a way to ask him about her without raising any suspicions.After he fucked me on my vanity table, he kissed me one last time, and then went downstairs to get some food warm for both of us.I took a quick shower and got dressed in a tank top and a pair of shorts—he seemed to love it when I wore that—and then I went down the stairs to the kitchen where he was already setting up our plates and a bottle of wine.I nearly melted at the sight. Alaric had changed into a pair of sweatpants but he was still shirtless. And the pants hung low on his hips.My mouth watered again. I couldn’t imagine I had been missing all of that pleasure while I was still a virgin. However, if there was anything I was relieved about, it was the fact that Alaric got to disvirgin me.I was glad I gave that part of me to him. There was no one else I could im
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Alaric’s POV: I think I may have been obsessed with her.No—I didn’t think. I fucking knew it. I was obsessed with everything about my wife: her face, her body, her stubbornness. Her goddamn attitude. The way she trusted me. The way she wanted to know me.The way she thought she wouldn’t hate me once she found out who I really was. What I’d done—to her family and mine. And I hated it. So much. The last time I was obsessed with someone, my heart was eventually ripped out of my chest and torn into several pieces. Although I knew Meadow was not Clarissa, I still couldn’t let myself get obsessed.But I was fucking selfish, so I wasn’t going to let her go.Meadow moaned into my mouth, pressing her warm, tight body against mine, and I picked her up, carrying her over to the vanity and dropping her on the table.“You want to know if I’m scared of you leaving?” I rasped against her neck. “I’m not.” When I pulled back to look at my gorgeous wife, her face had fallen. But I wasn’t done speaki
Meadow’s POV: “I’m sorry I put the note in my bra.”It had been an hour since Alaric and I had sex. We remained in my bed, both of us wide awake but lost in our thoughts. He was in a calmer mood now, but I could still tell that he was still slightly annoyed with me.Because he hadn’t said a word to me. He just kept stroking my back tenderly as I rested my head on his chest.He paused then, hand on my lower back. I raised my head to look at him and he was already watching me with a gaze I couldn’t decipher. His teeth scraped lightly over his bottom lip.“Hey…” I continued softly, reaching up to cradle his cheek. “The waiter was an asshole, Alaric, but I would never do that to you. I wasn’t going to call him, I was just… being defiant.”Plus, I wanted to see what he would do, but I didn’t add that part. My mind drifted to his phone on my vanity. He’d been typing a message on it before he dropped it. Who had he texted? Trip? The waiter?I knew Alaric wasn’t going to let this go. However
Meadow’s POV: If I thought I felt everything when Alaric fucked me in missionary style and when I rode his dick, I was wrong. Alaric slamming into me from behind made me feel every. Single. Fucking. Thing. Much deeper than ever. One hand remained on my hip, the other smacking my ass occasionally as he impaled me with his long, thick cock.“Oh god!” I exclaimed, biting hard into the pillow as tears streamed down my face.SMACK!Alaric’s hand came down hard on my ass again and I gasped. “What did I tell you the last time, Meadow? Whose name did I ask you to call when I’m fucking you?”My chest heaved as I tried to gather my thoughts—which was an impossible task with the way my husband was claiming me. Alaric pulled out of me, and I whimpered from how empty my core felt as it clenched around nothing. And then he yanked me up again by my hair until my back was resting against his chest.I arched against him, moaning when his cocked stirred against my lower back.“Whose name did I ask yo