You have to choose, dear wife

“Blaine please. Just it let it go.” Ophelia clutched her husband’s arm urgently, both in fear, and from inability to resist touching him anymore.

Blaine turned to her, his eyes colored first in disbelief, and then in anger. “How can you even defend him?” 

“He is my father.” The words flew out of her mouth before she could even process the thought properly.

“What?” He reached for her chin, and turned it to look at her neck. “How can you feel anything for someone who did THIS to you, honey?”

She felt sudden anger consume her at those words. 

He was one to talk. 

In the last year, he had done everything but hit her. She would take her father’s violence over Blaine’s emotional and sexual neglect any day.

She withdrew, and he seemed to notice that she had not taken his words well. 

He exhaled deeply, and let his head fall into his hands which were twined in a fist, balancing on his knees.

A few moments passed in quiet as she listened to the rush of wind outside their speeding car.

She sat stiffly, her eyes pinned on the rearview mirror, till she noticed Blaine’s stupid chauffeur glancing back at them.

If Blaine had not been sitting beside her, she would have whacked the man across the head.

The bloody idiot. Why could he not focus on driving? 

She stabbed a button with her pent-up fury, and the demarcation glass slid up soundlessly, giving them privacy.

Blaine finally looked up and turned to her, as if to ask her why she did that. But he sighed again, and said nothing.

Instead, he twined his hands even more tightly. 

The veins pulsing on his thick forearms, visible under his rolled back sleeve, made Ophelia almost squirm in her seat. 

“I’ll let this slide just once.” He finally breathed out after another long stretch of silence.

“Thank you..” She began to say, but he cut her off.

“On one condition.” 

She fell back against her seat, wondering what he was about to say next, although somewhere at the back of her mind, her subconscious guessed it correctly.

“You’ll never go to his house again.” 

“Honey, he is my father.” She straightened up in her seat again with a gasp.

“And you are my wife,” Blaine thundered in that voice of his. “You are my responsibility and under my protection.”

“But I can’t just..” She started to protest and stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. “What if he summons me?”

Blaine suddenly drew close to her, his face near, his breath fanning her cheeks, his gray, gray eyes boring holes into her head. 

Her breath hitched up, and she longed to press her body against his.

She remembered how in the past, before she had Olivia, his hands would always wander all over her anytime they were alone like this. 

How he could never pass up any semblance of privacy to claim her there and then.

How the hell did Ariel then manage to steal Blaine from her? Even when she managed to claim back his body and wed him, she no longer had his heart.

“You have to choose, dear wife,” he said gently.

“I choose you,” She said, their gazes locked, and without giving it a second thought, she pressed her lips against his. 

He was surprised. 

Her own husband was surprised at her kiss. But she did not let that dissuade her.

She prodded his lips with her tongue, tasting the softness, the fullness, and the familiar sweetness of drizzled honey in whatever he had had for dinner.

Blaine finally gave into her insistence, and he grabbed her, his fingers digging into her soft skin.

An embarrassing pleased moan escaped her throat. She was feverish with excitement at the prospect of making love to her husband again after so long.

“Blaine,” she said in a whisper as he pulled her up to sit to the side on his lap.

His strong hand traveled down to her waxed-clean calves, and then lightly fingered the hem of her dress.

She did not want to appear wanton, so she resisted the ache to just lift this dress and bare her body to him immediately.

“Blaine.” She moaned even louder as he pressed his lips against her neck. His tongue darted out and lapped once after she said his name, and she jerked in his arm.

He pulled her closer to himself.

Crushingly close, the way he used to one year ago. 

Was this somehow her father’s work? Had the primal instinct to protect, take and claim being awakened in Blaine after what he saw earlier.

“I love you.” She said softly, as his lips began to trail kisses in a line, descending her cleavage. 

She could feel the delicious tingles all over now. 

Every single nerve in her body was alive, and she could almost hear the angels singing.

She was ready to take him now. She could smell her own wetness from up here.

But she did not want to spoil this moment in any way. It was better to let him remain in charge and take however long he wanted, although she would have preferred to be matching his thrusts already.

He unzipped her dress, and at that moment they both moved back to stare into each other’s eyes. 

She caressed his cheek, staring at him. His eyes looked sad, then he leaned forward and took her lips. 

“Ophelia.” He said between sucking her lips, and going back in to take another nibble again. 

“Honey.” She moaned softly.

“What have we done to ourselves?”

She knew the answer. In fact, she would have very much loved to tell him the answer to that ridiculous question.

If he had not gone messing with a young girl, none of this would have happened.

But she would have been a fool to ruin the mood with such words, so she said nothing and just sunk her hands into his hair, as his lips began to trace the outline of her bra, neither of them caring about all the noises they were making.

He slipped a finger in, to push her nipple out. 

She held his gaze, her lips slightly parted, waiting. 

Her eyes closed when he began to lower his lips, but then the car stopped.

She opened her eyes again. They were at the Tucker mansion already?

She grimaced, feeling her irritation snowballing into downright rage.

Was the house so close now, or did the stupid Chauffeur speed down here to avoid having to listen to their activities in the backseat anymore? 

Blaine fixed her dress, and was already stepping out of the car. 

She bit her lip as tears sprang to her eyes. She had most likely missed another opportunity.