All Chapters of The Wife He Never Stopped Loving: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Liana POV Adrian drove us to his place. I mean, our place then with one hand on the steering wheel and the other in his lap, he drove down the quiet streets and parked in the underground garage underneath his building.My heart started to pump harder the closer we came to our destination. I’d slept with him before so there would be no surprises, but a part of me was still afraid of what it would mean.It would consummate our union and bond me to him, make me permanently his. I wouldn’t go home afterward like I usually did because that was my home…that was my bed.I would never sleep with someone new again.The engine died, and I continued to stare out the windshield, my enormous dress filling up all the free space in the car. My veil had been left behind, but I was certain my mother got it. When our children were grown, they would ask me about this night, would I look back on it with fondness or regret?He didn’t get out of the car, sensing my trepidation. He looked forward then rubb

Liana POV It was four in the morning, and lights from the city were visible through the small crack in the curtains.I lay on the right side of the bed, stuffed with cum and so sore that I needed a break for a while. Adrian was beside me, sleeping on his back with the sheets bunched around his waist and his left hand rested on his stomach, his black wedding band so strange but also fitting on his finger. His chest rose and fell slowly as he enjoyed his deep sleep.He’d taken me over and over again all through the night, fucking me in the exact same position. He wanted to feel me at the deepest angle, give his deposits in the most intimate way possible.The sex hadn’t changed much in two years and other than the fact that it was better.I disliked the idea of being married for gain, of forging an alliance for bullshit purposes, but at least my husband was good in bed.It might make me overlook all his other flaws because most people were in love but having mediocre sex and that wasn’t

Liana POV I’d been expecting a different argument, bullshit about jealousy and possessiveness. Now I felt humbled by his speech. I’d brushed him off like this was a normal relationship, but it was anything but typical.I followed him inside but didn’t know what to say. Once I apologized, he would have all the power again and I didn’t like giving up a single ounce if I didn’t have to.I stared at his muscled back as my tongue tasted the words before they came out of my mouth. “I’m sorry…”“Don’t be sorry.” He turned around and faced me once again. “Be better.”There he went…pissing me off again. “There’s no one in the world you can trust more than me. I’m the man who will die for you, who will kill for you. Other people will talk shit the second you turn your back, and I’ll be the man that sticks up for you. Through thick and thin, through better or worse, I’m the man in your corner. Your allegiance is solely to me and I don’t give a shit if you’re out having a good time. I’m more imp

Adrian POVLiana and I reached the third landing and walked to our bedroom. “What did you really do today?”she asked as she glided on her heels, strutting in black pumps that made her legs look even sexier. She was still in her tight skirt that made her ass look juicy as hell.The second I’d seen her at the hotel, my dick wanted to slide between her cheeks and fuck her right in the asshole.I almost didn’t answer her question because my mind had wandered so far. “Met with a new distributor and he took a hundred kilos with him, but he tried to argue that my prices were too high. I have a competitor in the area I’ve been at war with for years.”“When you say war…”“I mean we want to kill each other, but it’s too difficult.”“That’s not scary at all.”“Don’t worry...he knows it would be suicide to come after me and I know it’s suicide to go after him.”“Why?”“Because we’re both protected. We’d have to catch the other one alone and off guard…but that hardly ever happens.”She reached th

Liana POV Adrian wasn’t kidding about his demands.When he walked in the door after work, he expected sex. If I wasn’t naked on the bed or dressed in lingerie, there were always consequences. There was no deviation in his routine, never a day when he just wasn’t in the mood because he always wanted it.He preferred to take me on the edge of the bed, my face down and my ass in the air. It was usually a quick fuck. He took out all his stress and frustration from the day on me, fucking me until I screamed.Today I was on my back with my ass hanging over the edge, and he pumped into me deep and hard until his seed was resting between my legs.There was a distinct feeling of superiority about him, that he viewed this as an arrangement more than a marriage. He had never been this bossy with me years ago, but that was probably because he didn’t see this as a relationship, that ship had sailed.When he was finished, he walked to his closet and pulled out a black suit.I lay there and relaxed