Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twenty Two

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The click of the hotel card and the door roused me from my multitude of thoughts. It was late, the sound resounding through the dark, silent room. I wasn’t surprised that Emilia was fast asleep. She was a deep sleeper.

Her resting face popped into my memory, erasing every other thing my calculated mind was processing.

It had been a few days ago. Her first night in our home had been spent in another bed and although that pissed the absolute hell out of me, I could not blame her for making the decision.

She had walked into a cluster f**k. Anna’s sabotage and stupid f*****g actions had extinguished any chance I had to bullshit my bride into sleeping in my room. Her actions were still under investigation. 

She had lied through her teeth, clearly more afraid of whoever threatened her to pull such a stupid f*****g move than me. And that made me all the more mad as I kicked her out and proceeded to go find my wife. To try and convince her that the naked woman in my living room was of no consequence because she was.

Just one of the faceless women who satisfied my male urges. None of them could ever compare to her.

I had, of course, failed because she was too stubborn for her own good but watching her sleep that night, so peaceful and damn beautiful, was enough to sate me for the moment.  

She was a vision. f*****g perfect. 

My legs led me to the bedroom before I could comprehend my actions. I longed to look upon her once more. To commit her beauty to memory. She was so vulnerable when she slept, all traces of the hard shroud she put up when we faced off were gone.

She was her true self in her sleep and watching her somehow calmed my ever disturbed soul. She was in the bed, the sheets bunched around her waist to reveal the silky pajama set that drove me so f*****g mad with desire. 

I was so close so tempted to wake her with my tongue down her throat, my hands kneading those perfect breasts and my c*ck nestled between her warm, soft, thick thighs.

The very thought made my heart beat accelerate as I clenched my fists in efforts to restore my usual self control. This woman had bewitched me. Chipped away instantly at the walls I had cultivated for so damn long.

“No...stop...please...”

The sound of her distress shattered my desire, my urges to have her replaced with the burning desire to protect her. She sounded so vulnerable, so weak and scared.

I was beside her in an instant, my eyes roving over her to make sure she was okay. Confirming it was a dream, I brushed my hand softly down her cheek, hoping that the point of contact would wake her from whatever nightmare she was in.

I knew she was a tortured soul. That deep within her was a dark secret that would probably make me burn the world whence I found out. Everything was coming together with every single attack she orchestrated.

Slowly by slowly, I was peeling the layers. Playing the long game until I figured out who my wife truly was and who I needed to rip to shreds for instilling the fear that plagued her dreams.

She stirred awake, her movement sating my rage for the moment as I watched her take stock of her surroundings. Her eyes landed on my own, the fear that I thought would be present at seeing me beside her in the dark surprisingly not present.

She, instead, seemed relieved?...before she fought the emotion as she always did when it came to us. Her stubbornness was almost always in the damn way.

“Oh...you’re back.”

She was closed off, guarded and clearly feeling vulnerable at me being present for such a moment. 

She really is so f*****g oblivious...

“Are you okay, malenkiy’zayka?”

I questioned, ignoring her glare as she pushed the sheets off her body and got off the bed and away from my touch. She was guarding herself, defensive. It was clear that she had not expected me to directly address her nightmare.

“I’m fine. What did you find out about Noah?”

She was now in the lit bathroom, the sound of the water running as she splashed it over her face resounding through the room. 

Deflection, huh? She really doesn’t want to talk about it...That’s fine. I’ve never really been good at talking either...

I stripped slowly, taking my time as I watched my wife watch me through the mirror’s reflection. Her beautiful eyes, fully shrouded before by the remnants of her bad dream, were now darkening with want as she took me in.

I was drunk on her attention, my c*ck hardening more and more as I stripped for her. Soon enough, I was in my Calvin Klein briefs, my body on full display for her. I loved the way her eyes followed my tattoos, traced each of them out and I couldn’t help but fantasise her doing that with her tongue. It was the final snap that pushed me to her. She gulped at the sight of my approach, taking a step back but the sink restricted her movement.

I grinned at that, trapping her within my body as I placed my hands on the sink on either side of her. 

She would not escape me, not this time. Not tonight.

“You’re not fine, Emilia. But no matter. I won’t force you to talk about it. What I will remind you of, though, is the two favours you owe me. I believe now is the best time to cash them in.”

Her glare intensified at my smirk. She was clearly not pleased by the additional clause in our contract. It was a dirty play, indeed, but I had never been known to be anything but cunning and calculating.

I warned her on our wedding night...I would wait for her to come to me but that doesn’t mean I’ll play nice...That I won’t try and sway her decision...

Not waiting for her response which I knew would be some smart remark or the other, I wrapped a hand around her neck which was always a sure fire way of silencing my bad girl.

“You look so f*****g good with my hand wrapped around your neck, malyshka. It makes me so f*****g hard to think of how gorgeous you’ll look with my mouth on your c*nt.”

I groaned into her lips, her whimper and moan making my c*ck twitch as I pulled her in for a bruising kiss. It was always fireworks with her. It was electric whenever our lips met, almost as if it was the first time over and over again.

I cupped her p*ssy, making her gasp into my mouth as I held her in place. 

“I am going to finger f*ck you now, baby. Stretch out your p*ssy and claim it as my own. You’re going come twice tonight, malenkiy’zayka. With my fingers deep inside you and my tongue f*cking your pretty p*ssy. And you will be my good girl while I chase away your Demons, okay?” 

She said nothing, breathless and needy for me as I rubbed my hand up and down her needy c*nt. It was the answer I needed. One I didn’t know I had longed for for so damn long.

I shoved her shorts down, watching with a smile as she took them off for me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her and it made my f*****g heart soar.

Wrapping my hands around her waist, I placed her on the marble bathroom counter. My eyes strayed from her needy gaze to her pretty c*nt that was now in full display for me. 

“Fuck...You have the prettiest p*ssy I have ever seen, baby. And it’s all mine. You’re all mine.”

I growled possessively, revelling in her shiver of pleasure at my words and my gaze as I wet my fingers and rubbed them against her own wetness. She was so f*****g ready for me but there was something carnal about using my own spit to please her.

And please her I did. A groan of pleasure melded with her own moans as I slowly inserted two fingers into her warm, wet c*nt.

“f**k me, malyshka...You’re so f*****g tight. So perfect.”

I groaned, willing myself to control my urge to replace my fingers with my throbbing c*ck that longed to be wrapped around by the warm walls that spammed with my every move. 

She rode the wave, at first, seeming shy and unsure. I was not surprised by her reluctance. If what I and many club goers at Wrath’s Playground had overhead from her best friends was true then she had never had a true orgasm.

And the thought of being the first to make her c*m like this made me feral, overwhelmed with joy and pleasure that she was all mine to experience these firsts. She will always remember my fingers deep inside her every time she gets lost in her thoughts.

I knew her ex was a f*****g moron but this has to be the dumbest f*****g mistake he has ever made. A woman so perfect and yet he could not please her. Not in the way that a goddess like her deserves...

He wasn’t worthy of her...No one is worthy of my Queen of Sin but me...

I crashed my lips against hers, tongue kissing her as she now rode my fingers to her mind-blowing orgasm.

“Yes, malyshka. Use me to make yourself c*m. F*ck yourself against my fingers and come for me, baby.”

My words were all she needed. They were the final straw as her body stiffened before she came hard. Her moans were loud and oh so perfect, they almost made me come in my briefs. Our breaths mingled as she came down from her high, her p*ssy still spasming from her first orgasm that was not machine generated.

How can she be so f*****g perfect?....

I mused inwardly as I watched her try and catch her breath. She was just as sexy riding my fingers as she was post-orgasm. She mewled as I removed my fingers from deep inside her. They were wet, coated with her juices.

Watching her, ensuring her gaze was on me, I shoved the fingers into my mouth. She moaned silently as she watched me, her eyes wide as her skin flushed from embarrassment at my kinky action.

Fucking hell...she tastes even more delectable than I thought she would...

The urge to shove my tongue inside her was intense, pushing me to carry her from the bathroom to the bed where I laid her down and spread her legs.

“You taste so damn good, malenkiy’zayka. I’m going to devour you now and take every last drop you have to offer.”

“Soren...wait...I can’t...not again...”

She tried to reason but I was too far gone. I wanted-no-needed her in my mouth. I needed to imprint her taste into my mind.

“You can and you will, baby. Because you’re my good girl.”

She moaned so loudly and sexily at the first stroke of my tongue, I almost lost it. 

Reminding myself that this was all for her, I shoved my tongue deep into her c*nt, f*cking and locking in intervals and with the perfect rhythm I knew would drive her mad. 

The feel of her hand in my hair, spurning me on as she rode my face was the fantasy I never knew I absolutely f*****g needed. Watching her lose herself on my tongue was a vision and the most beautiful one yet.

I committed her every moan into my mind and her all her body movements as she came for me again. 

“You’re so gorgeous when you come for me, malyshka. Such a good girl. My good girl.”

That seemed to prolong her orgasm as she wrapped her soft, warm thighs around my head. My c*ck twitched, a grin stretching across my lips as I felt her body twitch and release all the s****l frustration deep within her.

I wanted more. God, I wanted to own her body and soul but my brain overruled my d**k.

She’s also too spent to do anything more...

Her eyes were droopy. She was struggling to keep awake and the sight warmed my damaged soul. Scooping her into my arms, I placed her under the covers before taking the coldest shower I could to calm my raging bones and thoughts.

Although she was deep asleep when I entered the bed moments later, her body seemed to recognize my presence as she pulled closer to me. It was an unconscious reaction that made me grin as I wrapped my arm possessively around her waist.

“Take that, Bunny 10000. I’ll find you and f*****g destroy you.”

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