The Billionaire’s Neglected Wife

Chapter 11

Nicolas sighed and in a few strides, he walked up to Emily, looking at her intently. He stopped a few inches where she was and Emily struggled to calm her nerves. She wondered if she had upset him with what she said.

She felt too uncomfortable so she started to back away slowly but with each step she took backwards, Nicolas followed her as well.

She stumbled into a chair by accident and before she could keep herself standing upright, Nicolas gently nudged her backwards so she sat in the chair, then he bent a bit and placed his hands on the arms of the chair to trap her there.

“It is true that you were not the girl I wanted to get married to and yes, I probably do not know you in most ways as well as you believe you know me, princess,” he said in a tone so low she felt shivers all over her body. “But there is one thing you know I know very well.”

Emily leaned back into the chair, suddenly feeling a bit nauseous and she hoped she wouldn't throw up in his face right there. She didn’t understand why he was looking at her so fiercely but she wanted to look away. She needed to.

But his eyes were too captivating for her to resist and she felt so small, like a kitten being watched by a large bulldog.

He raised a hand and pet her head slowly, it was such an uncommon and unexpected gesture that Emily jerked away a bit. Then his hand went down to caress her cheek and she gasped.

“Look at you, princess. Just a hand and you're reacting to me already. This…,” he said as his thumb brushed her lower lip. “...is what I know more than you do. I know where to kiss, suck and bite…,” his hand trailed lower past her neck and landed on her breast which he gave a soft squeeze. “...I know where to squeeze and tease till you beg me. I know what makes you moan my name out loud with so much pleasure.”

Emily scoffed and swatted the hand he was still using to fondle her breast away, “The only thing you know about is s*x. That's nothing to brag about.”

He said nothing but took his hand back to caress her face so gently she wished for a moment that Nicolas truly loved her.

“I really don’t see your point on how any of that equates to you knowing me. s*x is just s*x, Nicolas.” she said in a tone that did not sound convincing in any way.

He smirked. “What we have is not “just” s*x. It's amazing s*x and you know it.”

“Maybe it’s always amazing for you,” she said in a small voice. His caress stopped abruptly and she realised with a start what she said out loud.

“Always amazing for me? You don't enjoy it? What the hell do you mean by that?” She could see the anger starting to flare in his eyes burned she decided not to push his buttons too far so she explained.

She sighed. “Okay, the s*x is great but sometimes…I just want you to have s*x with me in a sweet way.”

He scoffed. “A sweet way? What does that even…”

“I wanted my husband to make love to me. Is that too much to hope for?” He opened his mouth to respond but she cut him off. “All you ever do is f**k me, Nicolas. You've never made love to me.”

“What's the difference? That's not a big deal.”

“It is a great deal to me. When we have s*x it's like we're wild animals in heat but making love is supposed to be more passionate and intimate. I was really looking forward to it but till now….” He hasn't even kissed me, she thought.

“But we've made love before on our first night together so…”

She scoffed. “What first night? The first night when you literally pushed me off the bed when I tried to cuddle with you after we had s*x? Maybe you do not recall but after you pushed me off the bed, you went to take a shower and when you came back you told me that we were just going to have s*x and I should never try to act all “lovey-dovey” with you again. So which first night did we make love exactly?”

He sighed and moved his hands up to grip her small shoulders, rubbing them in a slow, soothing motion.

“I honestly do not remember all that, princess. I was pretty drunk that night so I guess that's why.”

She lowered her eyes to hide the pain she was feeling as she remembered their first night like it had happened yesterday.

Nicolas had made her wait alone for hours in their bedroom. She had been so excited, she couldn’t get her heart to stop racing. She had even practiced different s*x styles she read online just so she could please him even though it was going to be her first time.

But when her husband finally came back hours later, he was so drunk he couldn't walk properly and was saying things in his native language that sounded like he was cursing her life out.

She helped him to the bed and he slept off as soon as his head touched the pillow. Sweet, Loving, Emily took her time to remove his suit and shoes then positioned him to sleep more comfortably, then she laid down beside him, watching his beautiful face till she also fell asleep.

Some time later, she didn’t know what time it was then, but she woke up to the feel of his large, warm hands moving hungrily on her nearly naked body.

She had wondered how she had not felt him remove her nightgown and inner shorts but she brushed the thought aside in anticipation for what she thought was about to be a perfect love making experience.

Everything was fine for her until she realised he was deliberately avoiding her face and her eyes. She tried to kiss him multiple times but he either turned away or quickly ducked his head beside her neck.

She had felt hurt that her own husband wouldn't kiss her and couldn't stand to look at her face. She had felt like a s*x human s*x toy and desperately wished he would kiss her once even if it would be a mistake.

She sighed deeply, trying to brace herself and control her emotions, when she looked up at him again, she saw his eyes soften. Then he moved one hand from her shoulder and held her hand in his.

“I’m sorry, princess but I didn’t like you back then… I disliked you so much I couldn’t hide it no matter how much I tried.” He said in a low tone.