Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Thirty Nine

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The silent threat in his voice. The way his eye twitched as he gave me a dark look that spelt absolute danger and disaster. His rigid body language. All were clear enough signs that spurned my body to action. I didn't think twice as I took off up the stairs and away from my husband who was now following close behind.

Fucking hell, Emilia. What in the world possessed you to do something so insane? It's like spraying the devil with holy water when you have no way to defend yourself!

I refused to look back or detour to hide in my room. He would catch me at every instance and make me regret my stupid actions. I had never seen or heard him soo determined, more so when his loud footsteps grew nearer and nearer.

Shit...I have to run faster. I have to get away from h...

My words died in my lips as his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush to his front just as we both landed on the very top floor of the penthouse. A squeal escaped me, my body thrashing and fighting him off on instinct despite the way my skin came alive at the feel of his warm breath against my neck.

I was acutely aware of the fact that I was in my underwear, a decision I was coming to regret as I felt every ridge and spasm of his muscles as he held me close to him.

"Got you. There is no escaping me, malenkiy'zayka. Because I don't plan on letting you go."

The double meaning in his words was heavy, more so when he whispered them right in my ear. My heart beat erratically in my chest, sending jolts of electricity through my body. My stomach came alive, the butterflies fluttering all around. My entire body felt foreign, reacting automatically to his touch and his words.

When will he never be so damn attractive to me...I shouldn't be feeling like this. Not for him.

"How about a truce? A show of good faith? Mercy?"

I rambled out, searching my thoughts for any kind of way I could get out of this situation. I had limited options and a man who seemed more than ready to repay me for my irrational and drunk fueled actions.

"I am sure you have noticed by now that I do not care for mercy or acts thereof. You will suffer the consequences of your actions and I will enjoy dishing out your punishment."

He stated, running his nose up my neck. My body shuddered, anticipation clouding my thoughts as I imagined all the dirty, nasty things he would do to me to make me pay. I knew he wanted me, could feel it through his pants. That was certainly not his phone poking against my ass.

But why do you want him so bad? You shouldn't desire him like this...you should use his lust against him...

The rational part of my brain tried to argue but I was lost in all the possibilities presented before me. The s****l tension between us seared, burnt through all of my defenses, allowing me to turn to face him. He didn't once relent, his hands not only caressing my bare waist but now moved lower to explore my ass in the pretty, white lacy number I had on.

I thanked my lucky stars for matching this morning...someone was clearly looking out for me, hoping to get me laid. Heaven knows its been so damn long.

"Is that a promise, Mr. Alexander? Because you have been making pretty empty threats on this front for a while now."

I taunted, swallowing the gasp that escaped me once his hand tightly grabbed my ass. His eyes darkened impossibly, holding mine in a trance as I stared deep into them. A small grin settled across my lips, a victory smirk of sorts as I watched him grow irritated by my comment. I knew it would rile him up, though my motivations of doing so were a little messy at the moment.

"Contrary to popular belief, I am actually a gentleman. Only when it comes to you. I told-no-promised you that you would be the one to come to me. Answer me this, malyshka. Who's the one scared of ripping through their inhibitions and letting their true desires reign free? All you have to do is ask."

He muttered, wrapping his free hand against my neck as his lips barely brushed my own. I was speechless, so turned on it hurt. I wanted him so bad, wanted him to own and possess me in ways I could not explain. I wanted to be reminded of the maddening strokes of his tongue as he made me come undone beneath him. I wanted him to worship, revere my body the way he did.

I craved a true orgasm from his expert fingers and the intoxicating rhythm that drove me absolutely insane. Not the little moments in the shower or the confines of my bed, dreaming and fantasizing of what it would be like to replace my fingers or vibrator with him.

I don't care that he's being a cocky asshole right now. That doing this might mean him actually having anything to use over me. I wanted him so bad, I could barely think and judging by his rock hard erection that was rocking against me with every small movement, he wanted me just as bad.

"Punish me, Soren. Show me what you're capable of."

I whispered, planting a soft, chaste kiss on his cupid's bow that made him shudder. Elation coursed through me at his reaction despite the fact that I was sure I had lost my damn mind.

You have officially lost it, Emilia Alexander...

The grin that stretched across his lips was genuine and so blindingly beautiful, I almost forgot to breathe.

Jesus Christ...He is so damn beautiful...What I would give to steal these genuine moments, to make them occur more often than they do...

"You don't have to ask me twice, wife."

He declared, lifting me with the one arm that was still wrapped around my waist. A small gasp escaped me, my mind reeling from his incredible strength to perform such a feat. The self depriciating thoughts were threatening to rear their heads but I didn't let them. I didn't want them to ruin the incredible moment I was stuck in.

Legs wrapped around him, I kept my eyes on his own as he slowly walked us into a dimly lit room. The sight of New York's beautiful skyline reflected off of all the mirrors in the room. I instantly knew exactly where we were. His gym had not only fascinated me due to how perfectly stocked it was but more so the multiple mirrors around the room, including the ceiling.

I had found it peculiar, going as far as to make some joke about his narcissim to the ladies that earned me soft laughs in response and no credible explanation for the design choice.

Now, though, as he laid me on the yoga mat in the middle of the room, the reality of it all sunk in and made me feel like an absolute fool.

A turned on fool.

I was stuck between watching Soren through the reflection of the mirrors or knelt before me, discarding his coat before slowly unbuttoning his crisp, white shirt. My c*nt clenched as I watched him slowly strip, doing it just the way I liked it. I had been caught staring multiple times as he undressed and the smart Mafia Don before me had already surmised what I had been trying to hide.

I loved watching him strip. It mesmerized me in a way nothing else could. Nothing but his beautiful body that was now in full display, his tattoos fascinating me as much as they did the first time I saw them. I wanted to trace each and every single one of them, to learn the story behind each as I cuddled close to him. I wanted the small moments, memories that could never fade even after my victory.

It was a contradicting emotion. I should be running from the emotions but nothing could convince me otherwise as I watched my husband unbuckle his belt...slowly.

"It's only fair, right?"

He whispered, his voice dark, hoarse and deeper than I have ever heard it. It was clear that it was taking everything in him to restrain himself. He needed me just as much as I needed him and that very thought made me shamelessly wet. I simply nodded in response, afraid to trust my mouth to form any kind of coherent response.

I almost passed out from visual pleasure as my husband stood knelt before, gloriously half naked as I was. His muscles rippled as he leaned down, his bare chest brushing against my own bare skin. Goosebumps stretched across our skins as I stifled a moan at how good his warmth felt against me. I was enamored, unable to look away from him as he leaned closer and closer to me.

I am so screwed...

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