"Does it hurt?" Daniel's voice had a hoarse edge to it. He brushed the darkening blotches on my chest, slowly. The gentle caresses of his fingertips almost made me purr but I subdued the sounds forming up inside my throat.I couldn't speak while his hardness was digging into my spine. So, I resorted to a slow twist of head from side to side."I need an answer, Lily. Tell me if I went too far last night and hurt you." He turned me around to look me in the eyes. I didn't want him to see me that vulnerable, without any trace of makeup or polish to be his perfect trophy wife."You didn't hurt me." I croaked out, dropping my gaze to his tempting chest instead. It was a dangerous idea. His broad chest, the lines of abs, the V-shaped muscular grooves alongside his hips, and that goddamn prominent bulge lining his sweatpants, planted sinful ideas in my mind.He groaned, pinching my chin and lifting my face up to study my expression. His bedroom eyes were back. "Don't have to be so stubborn, y

I concluded the next day that it was indeed a blessing to live alone in our villa. After I so tactfully handled the arrogance of my husband, he might as well go to the women he said enjoyed his tongue between their legs. What a cruel statement to prove your sexual province in front of your wife! I was his fucking wife.He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him. And I had never accepted that as boldly as I did after he showed his passionate side even though it was in bits and pieces.I didn't hear from my husband for two straight days. I waited every night on my bed with my eyes glued to the door of our bedroom and he didn't walk in. He avoided me like a plague and I craved him like a junkie who needed a fix.Finally, the third day he sent his driver to inform me about the trip to Knoxville. We were flying there in our private jet and my husband wanted me to pack up in an hour.I gritted my teeth and slammed the door on his driver's face. My husband was becoming even more of an ass

I missed my dad so much, it had almost transformed into a physical thing. The only real family I ever had was miles away from me and slowly drifting towards death. With the new health facility, he might stabilize for a bit and stay a year or two longer than the doctors had predicted earlier. However, the bottom-line was he would leave me soon. Nathan tried to take away some of my loneliness but he was invisible most of the time. I was served the most exquisite breakfast and lunch selections along with exotic white wine and sparkling water. The hotel staff treated me like a queen no doubt about it but I still missed being treated as Daniel's wife. "Do you want to go shopping?" Nathan asked. Yes, that's what I was supposed to do. Shop and roam around the city with my bodyguard. As if that would make me feel any better. Maybe, that's what trophy wives did to pass the lonely hours in their husband's absence. It wouldn't make me happy. "No, I've a wardrobe of designer clothes with matc

He put my palms on the side of the couch asking me to hold them tightly, my breasts stiffening in the cool air. His hands took a desperate tour of them as he settled behind me, the soft brush of his dress pants replaced the bare skin of his thigh and the hardness of him. "Look at me." He almost panted the words his hands palming my ass cheeks, while he bit my shoulder blade. I resisted looking into his eyes, hating the fact that he would see my true emotions if he gazed deeply, and he would know the need thrumming through me. He leaned forward, gathering my hair in his fist and twisting my head to look into his charcoal eyes. My toes curled when he gave me his playful smile. He enjoyed my vulnerability. "It seems my fortune is not all you're after. You crave my attention too. So, here it is. Take it all." I gasped when he dragged his tip against my folds, found my entrance and slid inside in a slow, inch by inch fashion before he shoved his entire length into me, deep. "If I want to i

It wasn't a surprise that everyone in my husband's office knew about me. From the doorman to the rows of employees sitting in the glass cubicles, all of them rose to address my presence and I was all shy to smile at them in appreciation. However, the young lady just outside my husband's cabin didn't seem to be very pleased with my arrival."You can't go inside." She gave me a fake smile, stepping out of her desk and standing in front of me. "He's in the middle of an important meeting, Mrs. Rutherford."I eyed the tainted glass door that separated me from Daniel and the only obstacle was the blonde lady in a too-tight shirt and too-short formal skirt. I would be the worst person to judge her dressing choices but the fact that she was my husband's secretary wasn't helping. I gave her a tight-lipped smile and squared my shoulder with confidence. She didn't need to know I came uninvited."My husband is expecting to see me this afternoon and..." I turned my wrist to affirm the time on my Di