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  I laughed. He sounded so thrilled about it too. “Wanna take the boys and I’ll pay?”

  “No need,” Evan said, coming around the corner. “Ethan and I are taking them to see an action movie.”

  “Not too much action.” Brett said, rising from his spot at the table.

  “Come on, kids. What mom and dad don’t know won’t hurt them.” Evan laughed, helping Patrick and Eddie into their coats.

  “Where’s Ethan?” I asked, expecting to see him.

  “He’s meeting us there. Had to work late at the gym.” Evan tussled Patrick’s hair, smiling down at his nephew.

  “Have fun and behave,” I said, kissing my children’s cheeks.

  Patrick and Eddie looked at each other and grinned. “We always behave,” Eddie said, grabbing his brother’s hand. “Let’s go before mama asks more questions.” And they both ran out the door.

  I only shook my head. They definitely were taking after their uncles. “Have fun, baby,” I told Miracle when she quietly came up to us.

  “Thank you,” she whispered. It was so quiet I almost didn’t hear her.

  “Hey.” I grabbed her hand. “What’s wrong, sweet pea?”

  She shrugged and yanked out of my grip. Not meeting my gaze once, she waited.

  “Miracle.”

  “I’m fine,” she insisted and left the house.

  “I’ll keep an eye on her,” Everett said, pulling me in for a hug.

  I nodded, thanked him and closed the door behind them. Reveling in the peace and quiet, I leaned against the door and let out a heavy sigh.

  Brett was nowhere to be found. He must have gone back to his office. Figured.

  Grumbling to myself, I finished cleaning up the kitchen before heading to the living room. Every time my brothers babysat the kids, I could never figure out what to do with myself. If I had a husband that wanted something to do with me, then maybe I could find ways to pass the time. Like we used to. Whatever happened, whatever switched and turned off between us, I needed to get it back before it put us into a permanent rut. Did every marriage go through this? Was it normal? I was tempted to go to Brett’s office and strip, demanding that he make love to me. I knew he would. He would accept the challenge and more but it wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted him to come to me. I wanted the old dominating Brett that I had fallen in love with. I wanted him to throw me up against the wall and fuck me into submission. I wanted…him.

  That spark that was there in the beginning dwindled to a dull roar as time wore on. The only way to fuel the fire back into a raging inferno would be for him to see that there was, in fact, something wrong. I just didn’t know how to make that happen.

  A heavy arm wrapped around me, pulling me against a hard warm body. Lips cascaded down the length of my neck, hot breath scorching my skin.

  In my sleep-filled daze, I rolled onto my stomach, stretching my arms out beneath my pillow.

  Cool air caressed my skin when the blankets were pulled off of me.

  I sighed, falling in and out of sleep.

  “I know you’re mad at me but you need to be patient.”

  I frowned, definitely awake now, I lifted my head to ask what Brett was talking about, when I was pushed face first into the mattress.

  Rough hands spread my legs, opening me to him. He grunted in satisfaction, trailing fingers down my spine. “My beautiful wife.”

  Swallowing a gasp as he slowly inched his way into my body, I chewed my bottom lip to keep from crying out. Normally I would never get mad over Brett using me for his pleasure but since we started having our issues, he would only come to me at night. But I never stopped him. I couldn’t. He was Brett fucking MacLean. A God in bed and delicious as hell.

  He pulled me further under him, his balls slapping hard against me. His fingers massaged and kneaded, digging into the flesh of my rear.

  A small moan escaped me and although I didn’t want him to know how good he was making me feel, I couldn’t help it. He was amazing. Even more so now that we were older. He knew his way around my body like an artist knew their canvas. Brett was the sculptor and I was the clay. He built and molded me into what he wanted.

  “Oh God,” I cried out, throwing my head back.

  “Is this what you missed?” he asked, covering my mouth with his hand.

  I whimpered, shaking my head.

  “You didn’t miss my cock fucking the shit out of your beautiful pussy? It seems like it’s been awhile, lover,” he growled, pushing into me hard.

  I shoved my head from his grip and rose to all fours, pushing him back. “That’s because you’ve been an asshole.”

  Brett paused, towering over me.

  “Is that what you wanted to hear?” I asked, glaring at him over my shoulder. “The only time you want me is during the night. Do I disgust you, Brett? Am I fat now since giving birth to your children?” I pushed out of his grip and stomped to the bathroom when I was tackled from behind. Landing hard on the floor with Brett on top of me, he covered my mouth again, breathing hard against me.

  “You are going to listen to me and listen good, my smart mouthed wife.” He thrust back into my body, pounding into me with a desperation while his words remained calm. “I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours but only you know and apparently so does Anna. Before you jump to conclusions and start accusing me of shit, why don’t you get your facts straight first.” His hand reached under me, brushing through my folds and started rubbing at my clit.

  I cried out, covering his hand with mine and rocked my hips back and forth.

  “You like that,” he snarled in my ear, pumping hard and deep.

  Spreading my legs wider, I helped him massage my aching nub. I squeezed my eyes shut, the burn of the orgasm hovering until Brett gave the okay for me to jump. He was in control of my body. He was in control of my ultimate undoing. No matter how many times I had tried to deny it through the years, he always had the final say.

  “You’re going to scream.” His grip on my mouth tightened, forcing my head back. “And I’m going to fuck you into submission.” He licked along my ear lobe. “Like I always do.”

  Holding onto his wrist, I gave in, my screams muffled by his hand.

  “That’s it. Louder, Evvie. Let me hear how good I make you feel. Even though I know you don’t want me to.”

  I screamed harder, mostly in frustration with the cocky asshole that I was married to.

  He chuckled and cupped the backs of my knees, spreading me wider. A heavy hand landed against the cheek of my ass, the crack reverberating right through me.

  I cried out, the burn of the pain sending a warmth over my skin.

  Brett did it again and again.

  Smack. Smack. Smack.

  Tears welled in my eyes but while he hit, he pumped harder and that only brought me faster over the edge of ecstasy.

  He gripped my hair, pulling me into an upright position and wrapped a hand around my throat. “If you ever tell someone else our problems without coming to me first, I will fuck you so hard, your teeth will rattle.” His grip on me tightened. “Do you understand me?” he growled in my ear.

  I smirked but I didn’t respond.

  “Do you understand me?” he repeated slowly.

  “Yes,” I croaked.

  “Good. Ride me hard, Evvie.”

  I lifted my body up and down Brett’s length, slamming onto his pelvis.

  “Fuck.” He wrapped his hand around my throat, tilting my head to meet his mouth and kissed me hard and deep.

  Leaning against him, I bent my knees and pulled his cock free from my body. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, stroking him hard. The veiny ridge of the thick muscle, jumped and twitched under my touch.

  Brett groaned, kissing his way down the length of my jaw.

  Cupping the heavy sac beneath him, I massaged and kneaded, pushing the tip of him through my swollen folds. My hips moved of their own accord, brushing up and down the base of him.

 
; “Fuck me, you make me so fucking hard,” he growled. He grabbed my hand that was wrapped around him, replacing it with his own.

  I could never get over watching him touch himself. His big hand fit perfectly around the throbbing part of his body that had brought me so much pleasure over the years.

  “Watch me come for you,” he ground out, his hand moving up and down in hard fast pulls.

  My breathing came out in short bursts of air as I watched Brett jerk off. Placing my feet on his knees, I slid my hand down my inner thigh before reaching my pussy.

  “Hmm…” He kissed my shoulder, sinking his teeth into the soft skin. “Finger your pussy.”

  Pushing two fingers deep inside of my body, I stroked my clit with my other hand.

  “Oh yeah. Just like that,” he growled in my ear.

  I grinned, pumping my fingers inside of me hard and fast. “Do you like that, Brett? Watch me come for you,” I said, using his words.

  “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He inched a hand between my legs, guiding me, helping me reach that edge. His fingers replaced mine, thrusting inside me while I stroked my clit.

  I couldn’t help but watch his other hand fist his cock, milking it dry. The tip was red, waiting for him to jump off the cliff into the pleasurable high we both craved. “Come on my pussy,” I breathed.

  He snarled, his body shaking beneath me. White jets of liquid spurted onto my mound. My name left his lips on a deep rumbly growl. In a quick move, his hand wrapped around my throat and my head was back before I could even begin to process what was about to happen. He pushed my hand away that was between my legs and thrust two fingers into me hard.

  I gasped, crying out at the abrupt intrusion.

  “Keep your hands on your thighs and spread your legs, Evvie,” he said, watching me.

  I did as he said, writhing against his hand. “Oh God.”

  “Feel my fingers fuck you,” he said, pushing a third into my body.

  “I do,” I said, panting. Feeling the usual tingle that started from my toes, I embraced the warmth. “Please, Brett.”

  “Open your mouth,” he said, releasing me.

  I parted my lips, wrapping them around his fingers, the heady scent of my arousal coating my tongue.

  “Taste your pleasure.” He pushed his fingers deeper into my mouth. “Remember that I’m the reason for it.” He pushed me off of him and rose to his feet. “Now bend over the edge of the bed. I think my wife needs to be taught a lesson.”

  My body vibrated, my heart jumping hard against my rib cage. This was the man I fell in love with. This was the man that took control whenever he saw fit.

  On shaky legs, I pushed to my full height and did as I was told. Leaning over the edge of the bed, I gripped the sheets tight in my hands to the point my knuckles hurt.

  Brett paced back and forth behind me, his thick length was ready for me again. Proud and hard, jutting forth from between his legs. He scratched his jaw, his gaze roaming down the length of my body. He paused, a wicked grin spreading on his handsome face before he leaned over me. “Do you think I don’t find you attractive anymore?” he asked, linking our fingers and gripping my hair with his other hand.

  I whimpered at the rough tug. “Yes.”

  He slammed back into my waiting heat. “Does it feel like I find you repulsive?” He pushed into me. “You make me come and I instantly become hard again. I’m always hard for you. Does it feel like I find you unattractive?” His hips sped up, powering into me with a force that I craved.

  “No!” I screamed. “No. God, no. It doesn’t. Please, Brett.”

  “Does it feel like I don’t want you?” His teeth nipped and bit at my neck, his breathing deepening. “‘Cause I think my cock wants you very much.”

  I cried out. “Oh, Brett.” I moaned.

  “I think you still don’t believe me.” He slowly slid from my body.

  “I believe you. I do. Please, Brett.”

  “Why? What’s wrong?” he asked, brushing my sweat soaked hair off my forehead.

  “I want to come.”

  He chuckled. “You will.”

  My eyes widened when I felt the tip of him run over the tight spot at my rear. It had been a long while since he took complete possession of my body but I knew that there would be no going back from this.

  “I’m going to prove to you just how much your body turns me on. You are beautiful. In every single fucking way.” He pushed against me, diving into the depths of my very being.

  I gasped at the snug tight feeling of him taking full control of my body. “Brett.”

  He grunted in satisfaction. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he pulled out halfway. “Get ready for me to own you, Evvie.”

  “You already do,” I said, holding onto him.

  “No. This is different.” He slammed all the way into me, igniting a scream to leave my lips. “I’m going to destroy you. You’re going to hurt for days. Ache for more. Every time you move, you will feel me everywhere,” he said between thrusts. “And I’m going to prove to you over and over for the rest of tonight, just how hot you are and how hard you make me.”

  I rose from my spot on the patio couch and gasped when a sharp pain shot down my back making my muscles spasm.

  “What the hell’s wrong with you?” Anna frowned, reaching out for my hand and helped me sit back down.

  “Rough night,” I said, breathing through the pain. It was the next afternoon after Brett took me hard. It had been so long, I almost forgot what he could be like. Every promise he made came true. God, I hurt. Everywhere. And I was exhausted. But it had felt so good. To be used. Consumed completely. Although we hadn’t talked, Brett liked to speak through the use of his body. I knew that going in, I just forgot about it.

  “Did you and Brett talk?” Anna asked, taking a swig of her beer.

  I shook my head, wincing through the twinge of agony. “He did get mad that I talked to you though.”

  Anna rolled her eyes. “We’re fucking women. We talk. It’s what we do.”

  “He understands that but not when it comes to me.” I breathed through another spasm and slowly leaned back in my seat.

  “Well then he needs to talk to you, Evvie. He can’t just have sex with you and expect everything to be bloody better.”

  I laughed. Anna was British, born and raised and had lived in America for over ten years. But when she was mad, her accent came out and it was sexy as hell. And also highly amusing.

  “Are you laughing at me? Again?” she bit out, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

  “Yeah. Just a tad.” I sighed, running my finger around the brim of my beer. “With Brett…sex is how we communicate.” I realized that now. God, I was so dumb to have forgotten.

  At that point, Brett took the opportunity to round the corner and make an appearance. By the dark shadow that had crossed his face, I could only guess that he had just heard what I said.

  Great. Just perfect. “Hey, Brett,” I said, slowly rising to my feet.

  “Anna, I think it’s time for you to leave,” he suggested, his voice daring her to argue.

  “Fine. But you be nice. She had a rough night.” She winked at me.

  A smug smile formed on Brett’s face. “Oh I know.”

  “I’m going to say goodbye to the kids first.” And with that, she made her way back into the house, leaving me alone with my overbearing husband.

  “Sit,” he barked.

  Crossing my arms under my chest, I tilted my chin. “No, hi honey, how was your day?”

  He closed the distance between us and cupped my nape. “I don’t suggest you start something you can’t finish.”

  My stomach tumbled at the underlining threat. “Or else what, lover boy? You going to spank me? I already know what my body does to you.”

  He smacked my ass, pulling me flush against him and crashed his mouth to mine.

  I gasped, opening to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss was hot, needy and it
heated my skin on fire.

  His tongue thrust into my mouth, owning me, taking from me exactly what he knew he would get. What he would always get. My submission.

  He swallowed my moans and whimpers and tugged my head back, deepening the kiss. Brett devoured my mouth, making love to me from just a kiss. He pushed against me, moving me back until I hit the brick wall of our home. “What did I tell you?” he said, his voice deep and husky. His mouth trailed kisses down the length of my jaw before reaching my ear.

  “I was just talking to my friend,” I panted, grazing my hands down his chest.

  Brett grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms above my head. Wrapping his fingers around them, he held me restrained. “You are testing my patience.”

  “Yeah, well, try being married to you,” I blurted. I snapped my mouth shut when his eyes darkened.

  “You are lucky that the kids are home,” he growled, pulling my arms taught.

  “And why’s that?” I asked, ignoring the bite of the brick into my skin. “I’m only speaking the truth, Brett. I don’t know what’s going on with you.”

  “Patience,” he snapped. “You need fucking patience.”

  “I have none!” I struggled against him but gave up when his hold on me only tightened.

  “What the hell do you want from me?”

  “I want you to tell me what’s going on. Why are you fighting with me? Why do I only get anything from you when it’s during the night? How the hell do you think that makes me feel?”

  “I already proved to you how hard I get.” He emphasized his point by rubbing his pelvis against my hips.

  I bit back a moan and pushed out of his grip. “That doesn’t mean shit.” I took a breath. “Are you cheating on me?” I regretted the question as soon as it left my mouth.

  He released me, taking a step back. His nostrils flared, his cheeks reddening.

  I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t take the question back. Any woman would wonder what the hell her husband did during the day.

  Brett reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “Anna, you still at our place?”

  My heart raced, thumping a mile a minute at the coldness of his deep voice.

  “No. Don’t come back. That’s okay.” He hung up and shoved the phone back into his pocket.