The Devil’s Convenient Wife

Chapter 3

ZARA’S POV

The elevator doors had barely closed before Cael had me against the wall.

His lips crashed into mine again, hotter and rougher than the kiss at the chapel. I moaned into it, grabbing his shirt as I did and pulling him closer. The taste of him mixed with the whiskey still buzzing in my blood. My body was on fire. That chapel kiss had turned me on in a way I couldn’t switch off.

“f**k,” I gasped when he broke away to kiss down my neck. “Don’t stop.”

His hands were everywhere—sliding under my dress, gripping my thighs, lifting me so my legs wrapped around his waist. I felt how hard he already was, his d**k was pressing against me through his pants.

The elevator dinged at the top floor and he carried me in without breaking his stride, my back hitting the door as he fumbled with the key. The second we were inside, he kicked the door shut and pinned me against it.

“Zara,” he growled against my skin. His voice was still calm, but darker now.

Well I didn’t want calm. I wanted to forget. Forget Marcus’s hands on Nadia. Forget the moans I heard. Forget Victor’s smile waiting for me to fail. I wanted Cael to f**k the memory out of me.

“Take it off,” I ordered, tugging at his shirt.

He pulled back just enough to yank the shirt over his head. His chest was solid muscle, and very warm under my palms. I ran my hands down it, lightly scrping his chest with my nails. He groaned and spun me around, pressing my front against the cool door while his hands unzipped my dress. It dropped at my feet.

I had no bra on, it was just my panties.

Cael’s hitched his breath for a moment. Then he cupped my breast with one hand, brushing his thumb against my n****e until it hardened. While his other hand slid between my legs, as his fingers caressed the wet fabric.

“You’re already soaked,” he murmured, placing his lips at my ear. “All that from one kiss?”

“Shut up and touch me,” I snapped, pushing back against him.

He laughed dangerously and shoved my panties down. Two thick fingers slid straight into me without warning. I cried out, and pressed my forehead against the door. He pumped them in slowly, going deeper each time, his fingers were curling in just right, his thumb rubbed my c**t in tight circles.

“Oh f**k… yes,” I moaned, rocking my hips back onto his hand. It felt so freaking good. He was different from Marcus. He waas rougher and more in control.

He added a third finger, stretching me so wide I nearly came right there. “Cael—”

“Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out, spun me around, and lifted me again. This time he carried me straight to the bedroom. The suite was huge and dark, city lights glowing in through large windows, but I didn’t care about any of it.

He dropped me on the massive bed and stripped the rest of his clothes off. His c**k sprang free. It was long and thick, with every vein standing out, the head of his d**k was already slick with pre-c*m. My mouth watered. I wanted it, I wanted him to ruin me with it.

Cael crawled over me, his eyes were locked on mine. That terrifying calmness was still there, but now it was mixed with unfiltered need. He kissed me hard again, then moved down. His mouth on my neck. Then on my breasts, sucking one n****e hard while his fingers teased the other. I arched into his hands, moaning loudly.

When he reached between my legs, he spread me open and licked one long stripe up my p***y. I jerked and fisted the sheets.

“f**k— Cael!”

He didn’t tease. He ate me like he was starving. His tongue flicked my c**t fast, then slow. He pumped two fingers back inside me, thrusting them deeper while he sucked. The wet sounds filled the room. My hips bucked against his face. I was close already, the pressure building up in me was fast.

“I’m gonna— oh s**t, I’m—”

He sucked harder and I came hard, my thighs clamped around his head, and I let out a loud cry. Pleasure came crashing through me, making my vision white out for a second. He kept licking through it, drawing it out until I was shaking and oversensitive.

Only then did he move up, kissing my stomach, my breasts, my mouth. I tasted myself on his tongue.

“Condom?” I gasped.

He reached into the nightstand, ripped one open with his teeth, and rolled it on. Then he settled between my thighs, the thick head of his c**k nudging my entrance.

“Look at me,” he said.

I did. Those brown eyes held mine as he pushed in. He was slow at first, stretching me open inch by inch. He was big. So f*****g big. I gasped and dug my nails into his shoulders.

“Relax,” he murmured, but his voice was strained. “You can take it.”

He sank deeper and deeper. Until he bottomed out, his hips were pressed against mine. I felt so full. My walls clenched around him and he groaned.

“f**k, Zara… so tight.”

Then he started moving.

Hard and deep. Each thrust he slammed into me, sent my mind into a different world of ecstacy. The bed creaked as he moved. I wrapped my legs around him, and dug my heels into his ass, urging him to go deeper.

“Harder,” I begged. “f**k me harder. Make me forget.”

He gave me what I wanted.

His hips moved faster, pounding into me. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to cause a bruise. While the other slid between us, using his thumb to rub my c**t again. I was moaning nonstop now, loud, consumed moans that I couldn’t control.

“Yes— f**k— right there— don’t stop—”

Sweat covered our bodies and his muscles flexed with every thrust. That scar near his brow stood out as he looked down at me, and all I could see in those now dark eyes was desire. Pure unadultrated desire.

I came again, screaming his name, as my p***y clenched around his c**k. He f****d me through it, relentlessly, then he flipped me onto my stomach.

He pulled my hips up and slammed back in from behind. It felt way deeper from this angle. One hand fisted in my hair, while the other gripping my ass as he drove into me again and again.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every f*****g inch.”

I pushed back against him, meeting every thrust. The pleasure bordered on pain now, it was so intense I could barely breathe. Another o****m built fast and I curled my toes in response. My cries turned into sobs of pleasure.

“Cael— I’m— f**k, I’m coming again—”

He reached around and rubbed my c**t hard. I came screaming into the mattress, my body was shaking violently. Only then did his rhythm break. He thrust deep a few more times, groaning as he came, his hips jerked against my ass while he filled the condom.

We stayed like that for a moment.

Then he pulled out slowly, tied off the condom, and dropped beside me. I rolled onto my back, heaving heavily.

The city lights that glowed in through the windows caught light on my wedding ring on my finger. Mrs. Ashford.

I turned my head to look at Cael. He was watching me, his calm mask was back in place, but his eyes were still dark and hungry.

I smiled, lazy and satisfied.

“Round two?” I asked hoarsely.

He didn’t smile back. But his hand slid between my legs again, stroking my sensitive p***y.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “We’re just getting started.”