The Hostile Wife

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“You don't have to like me at all costs. Feel free to go whenever you want. I'll find someone else to spend the night with.”

She let the heavy hint echo in the air between them, then closed her eyes, not to see him go. Instead, with a strong grip, he held her tight, bent his head over her hair and smelled her vanilla scent, inhaling it a bit. His hands started moving on her back as he was drawing abstract patterns. The sensation was new and intoxicating and it made Alice get rid of her last hesitations.

Building up her courage, she skimmed her hands over him, from his well-toned chest to his long and graceful neck. With the palms of her hands she caressed his chin, glided up to his smooth cheeks and, after tickling his ears, she slid her fingers through his soft hair, pulling him more to herself.

Again, Bill's body appeared to tremble with that powerful, inexplicable energy. Was she arousing him? Fine, that was her purpose. As it was the most natural movement, she brought her hands on his chest again and, once she felt his turgid n*****s under his shirt, she rubbed on them lightly. Then she pressed her body against him, wiggling her hips, touching and teasing him to the music rhythm.

Bill let their bodies join, bending his knees a bit, and they magically started vibrating in unison. The song growing frenzy made them stick together, until he turned her around, his front to her back. He grabbed a big lock of Alice's hair and pulled her head, exposing her neck. He bent and, while Alice was waiting for a hot kiss, Bill surprised her, pretending to bite her with his mouth wide open, like a vampire.

She heaved a lengthy sigh, hoping not to be ridiculous. Her reactions were genuine and uncontrollable because she was terribly attracted to Bill. When she pushed her pelvis against him, she clearly noticed how he returned her feelings. In that moment, she didn’t care anymore to be brazen, neither that anyone could think she was too easy. She wanted to enjoy every instant, needed to feel him ready, willing and capable of anything. Even taking her in front of everyone, right in the middle of the dance floor. So, after a few seconds, playing on the lower lights, she followed her desire and, unconcerned about the consequences, took Bill's big hands and placed them over her breasts, which he promptly grabbed and squeezed.

As before, a piercing squeak escaped her, followed by a whisper of pure pleasure. Bill's tongue and teeth ravished between her neck and her ear: she melted in his arms, while her heart started thundering in her chest. That's when Bill roughly turned her face toward him and kissed her.

As soon as their lips touched, the world stopped moving and time slowed down, until it halted. They were tied on their passionate hug, lost in a kiss which was so deep it seemed to last forever. For long moments, their hot, hungry mouths fed on each other, without ever separating nor getting tired. At times, Alice remembered she had to breathe, but Bill didn’t give her time, as he was absorbed in devouring her whole. He had seemingly found his favorite drug and didn’t want to get clean.

“Wait!” she managed to say, gasping for oxygen.

His face showed a curious expression, soon replaced by another of full understanding, when he saw she had brought a hand to her chest, panting.

“I'm sorry, sometimes I forget how... obsessive I become.”

“I'm just trying to catch my breath, I wasn't complaining!” she replied.

“No, you weren’t, but… You know, when I like something, and it doesn’t often happens, I want it all the way.”

His words oozed lust and his body, still so close, showed how honest his words were. So, Alice decided to take the bull by the horns.

“I'll grab my bag and we can go.”

Bill smiled widely, displaying a line of white, neat teeth. “I’m staying in a nearby hotel. Go to the exit, if you don't mind, I'll retrieve your purse and my jacket.”

“Hurry up.”

Like a real gentleman, he held her hands, kissed them and walked away. Watching him getting lost in the crowd, Alice remembered she didn’t come alone to the party. As agreed, she got closer to the first one of her friends in view. In that specific case Gina, who was busy listening to the fascinating adventures of an alleged vampire hunter with bare chest and abs so well-built they looked like small bars. She told her about her plan for the night, fearing her friend would wish her good luck. She couldn’t stand that because she didn’t want to leave anything to chance. Instead, Gina was too taken by her new friends to worry about her, so Alice said goodbye and, since she was two steps away from the door, she turned to look for Bill. She saw him arguing fiercely with a fat, bald man. The stranger was all worked up and Bill stood there listening, impassive. Then the man said something else, taking a step back, and Bill’s handsome face became a mask of ferocity. He grabbed the poor bastard by his neck, squeezed, then lifted him off his feet and the man begged, muttering as good as he could. Bill kept him pending a few more seconds, then let him go and cleaned his hand on his pants, as if he had touched garbage. He grudgingly whispered something and the man, rubbing his red neck, bowed his bald head to thank him several times. In the end, he walked toward the dancing crowd with fast strides and disappeared.

Alice looked away. She didn’t like what she had just seen. Not at all. If there was something she hated, it would be that violence, and she clearly saw it in Bill.

She was starting to reconsider her decision, when Bill reached her and, without hesitation, pulled her out of the masked crowd and into the dark night.