Speaking Terms
Kyle's POV
I was so pissed. Kayden took my wife in his arms and waltzed her away from me. I was stuck with his wife, Rachael. I mean she was great and all, but I genuinely didn't want to dance with her. I thought she was some sort of trophy wife but she actually had a mind of her own, a scary mind at that.
She noticed that I wasn't feeling her at all so she leaned in and whispered the last words I expected to hear.
“I know what you did to my husband.”
My eyes widened a bit when she pulled away from me.
“Oh, you do?” I asked, pretending to be confused.
“Yes. Watch your back, and go to hell. My husband has a thing for your wife, but I don't care since I'm just a trophy wife like you think. He'll have her as payback, and there's nothing you'll do about it. I'm sure he's currently trying to make her see the reason why she should sleep with him.”
“What?” I blinked repeatedly, looking at her in disbelief, unable to process what she just said to me. She didn't budge, she just continued on.
“Why am I telling you this? Because I don't care what you do and because you really can't do anything. My husband has a knack for taking any woman to his bed. It's the perfect payback because anybody can see how much you love your wife. If you would excuse me, you disgust me so I'd rather do something else than dance with you.”
As she walked away, my mouth was open, stunned. What a woman. I actually felt pity for her. So apart from being a psychopath, he bedded many women and she knew about it? Wait, convincing Sabrina to sleep with him?
My heart jumped and I immediately began to panic. My eyes scanned the room for my wife and enemy. We are in my territory so he can't hurt her, but he can convince her to sleep with him.
She's at the worst point emotionally right now, thinking I cheated on her and is incredibly mad at me. Would she agree as payback?
When I finally saw them, I glanced at them. His hand was on the curve of her ass. She was laughing at something he said and when she glanced back at me and saw that I was glaring at them, she raised his hands lower, right at her ass. I lost it.
I approached them without thinking, I pulled her away from him and dragged her out of the dancehall. It was actually dark but looking back, I don't think I would've cared even if it wasn't. I was beyond pissed. She won't sleep with him and that's final.
She kept trying to wriggle out of my grip, and she hit my hand on her arm repeatedly, trying to get me to let go of her but it wasn't happening. She still refused to say a word to me but I'm so over it, I'll make her talk.
She's done being cute with me. I must've softened and forgotten who I am for a second. No wife of mine will sleep with another man, never. That will be his last day alive.
I took her into a tiny room and locked the door shut.
I immediately pinned her to the wall and raised both hands above her head, whether she liked it or not.
“What do you think you're doing! Let me go!”
First words she had spoken to me in weeks. Sure, there were angry emotions but it was still something. She was showing her rage and not being radio silent.
“You won't sleep with him to get back at me, do you hear me?”
She scoffed, then rolled her eyes dramatically. Gosh she looked so fucking hot.
“So you can cheat but I can't?” Her voice shook with hurt. I knew she didn't want to sleep with him.
“You don't want to. It's not who you are, Sabrina.” I tried to convince her.
“You don't know me!” She cried out. Her hands were above her head, properly pinned so all she had was her voice.
This woman thinks I don't know her? funny. I knew everything, even the things she didn't know about herself.
“I'm serious, Carol deliberately tried to come in between us. You have to believe me. I know I've been terrible, but I'm not like that.”
“There is no us, I saw her tits out when she came out of that room that day.”
“She took it out herself. She was trying to get me to sleep with her. The last time I slept with her was years ago. You have to believe me. I'll never cheat on you, ever. I'm also very sorry about your son, please give me another chance to make things right. Please, Sabrina please stop shutting me out, I can't take it. I can't pretend like I'm not bothered anymore, it's killing me.”
I bared myself in front of her, as it really was from my heart. Of course she wasn't moved.
“I'm sure you've been quite fine.”
“Are you kidding me?” Okay now I was just hurt and maybe a little bit pissed. Why was she being so mean now?
“Why should I? I have better things to do.”
Just great.
“Oh yeah, like fucking my guest?”
“Exactly that, husband.” She was back to sassy, we were back to banter. I was getting her back, but she's not fucking my guest. I had better made that clear.
“Didn't know you were so needy, baby.” With my free hand, I nudged her thighs apart and stood in between her legs, shocking her.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widened in shock.
“Just trying to see if I can erase every other man from your memory, wife.”
I didn't want to touch her, but she had to understand that I'll be the only man she'll ever need, even after two years from now.
I pressed her into the wall with my body, my cock swelling upon touching her skin. It began to poke her, and her annoyed face softened. She wanted me to fuck her. Now I know.
My cock swelled further, poking her stomach, so I rubbed it against her. She tried to pretend but a soft moan from her made her anger die. She looked so hot for me, I almost lost it all and found my way to her pussy.
“Sabrina, I know you want me to fuck you, to whore you out with my cock. You know I didn't cheat on you but you don't want to accept it. I don't know why, but I know you probably want me to fuck you like I fucked her all these years. You're so needy, wife.”
“Kyle.” She moaned breathlessly, my cock kept rising against her, so I pulled away.
She took deep breaths when I left her alone. Her cheeks were flushed, and she couldn't stop her eyes from landing on my cock that poked my pants, threatening to burst out of it.
“I said I'm sorry. Stop being mad at me. What do you want me to do to prove it?”
She smiled, a beautiful, toe curling smile. The type that made you want to make bad, rash decisions.
“Kiss me, then I want you to let me touch your cock this one time, just to make it go to sleep.”
I was beyond stunned. My cute little wife was dirty mouthed. I wasted no time in claiming her lips. I pressed her into the wall again, kissing her senselessly like we didn't plan to receive guests after this.
After sucking her mouth into mine and licking every part of her mouth with my tongue, we came up for air, and I let her stroke my cock until it calmed down.
She was still shielding herself from me and I understood, but at least we were back in speaking terms.