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Claiming His Wife (Unlikely Love #3) Page 9
Author: Sam Crescent

Should she ask for a divorce? Annulment was out of the question. His words came back to haunt her.

“....I’ll f**k you before you get an annulment.”

Could she live the rest of her life like this? Waiting for the next best thing to happen? At twenty-two years old she still didn’t know the touch of a man, and she’d been married for over two years.

“Penny for your thoughts?” a voice asked from right next to her.

She turned and stared up.

“Charles, you scared me,” she said.

“I watched you leave the dance. It’s a bit of a farce, this charity event. Money has been spent hosting the damn thing when they could have sent it directly to the charity.”

Opal didn’t bother to argue with him.

“You look amazing,” he said.

“Thank you.”

He made her nervous, and she didn’t know why. Not only had she humiliated him by not going through with the wedding, she’d left him for an older man.

“How is married life treating you?” And there was the punishment.

“Don’t, Charles,” she said. Placing her empty glass on the hard surface she made to move away.

“No. Don’t go.” He reached out and caught her arm. “You left me for that man in there. He’s probably screwing the first thing he sees.”

“How can you say stuff like that?” She wanted to close her ears and not listen to a single thing anyone else had to say.

“I would have treated you well.” He grabbed both of her arms and shook her. She clenched her teeth to stop herself from crying out.

“How could you have treated me well? I know about you and everything you were doing.”

“What are you talking about?” His hands tightened on her.

“Let go of me. You’re hurting me.”

“Get your hands off my f**king wife, now,” Tony snarled.

****

He’d watched her leave the main hall followed by that f**king loser. Once, Tony had saved her from being Charles’s wife. What would happen if Tony didn’t make it on time?

“We’re just talking. We don’t need you breathing down her neck every time,” Charles said.

Tony had heard enough. Bringing her to the hall had been a mistake. He walked to her side, stood right behind her. “I said, get your hands off my wife, or I’ll f**king break them.” His temper rose with the warning he was delivering. If the guy didn’t back up, he wouldn’t be held responsible for what he did to him.

“I guess it runs in the family. Maybe you should warn Opal about your own past before you start dishing out threats. My dick may wander, but at least I keep my fists to myself.” Charles let her go with a shove. Tony caught her, his hands covering the place where Charles let go.

Tony kept an eye on Charles until he disappeared round the corner. With her back to his chest, he couldn’t see her face.

“Why did you leave the party?” he asked.

She tried to break his grip. He didn’t let her. “I wanted some fresh air.”

“Is that what you were doing with that jerk? Getting some fresh air?” he asked accusingly.

“What are you trying to say?” She went to turn toward him. He wouldn’t let her, his grip firm on her arms.

“Maybe you’re having doubts about not marrying him. Did you wish it was him touching you the other day?”

“Will you stop this? You had your hands full with whatever woman took your fancy in there. Charles and I were just talking. Nothing else. You brought me here and then left. I don’t belong here, Tony. I never have.”

He spun her around. “You’re worth more than all those people put together. Your parents and mine.”

“Who’s that woman you liked touching so much?” she asked. He detected a note of jealousy in her voice.

“Why, little Petal, are you jealous?”

“What do I have to be jealous about? You don’t touch me or come near me. It’s not like we’re really married, is it?” He detected the challenge in her voice. She didn’t know it, but it awakened him.

“You don’t think we’re married?” Tony moved her until her back pressed against the outside brick wall. “Do you let any man touch you like this?” He cupped one of her br**sts in his hands, his finger grazing her hard ni**les.

She moaned, and he tweaked her nipple. “These tits are mine,” he said. Taking hold of one of the straps, he pulled it down exposing her breast. In the darkness he couldn’t see her properly. Did she have large or small ni**les? The weight of her br**sts felt good in his hand.

“What are you doing? Someone might see,” she said. She tried to pull the strap up to cover her body from him.

“Do you think I’d let someone else see what’s mine?” he said.

She let her hand fall to her side.

“You want me, don’t you, Petal?” he asked.

“Don’t make me answer that.”

Licking his lips, he smiled. Opal was playing hard to get. She’d unleashed the animal in him, and now she’d have to pay the price. No one challenged him.

He pressed the palm of his hand against the apex of her thighs. When they’d been in Richard’s house he’d touched her through her jeans. With her dress, she was more open to him. She couldn’t hide what was his.

One hand at her cunt, he used his other to lift her dress from under his hold until he felt the fabric of the red, French lace knickers he’d told her to wear.

She gasped. “Tony, what are you doing?”

He loved hearing his name on her lips. “Claiming you.” He slammed his lips down on hers, taking possession of her mouth while his fingers moved the fabric of her panties aside. In seconds he was touching her wet slit.

Pulling away from the kiss he stared down into her eyes. They were open wide in shock.

“You’re touching me,” she said with a gasp.

“You’re f**king wet, Petal. Have you been holding out on me?” He wouldn’t go inside her. The pleasure would be for his dick when he finally took her sweet virginity. He wanted it all. Everything she had to offer. The time of debating was over. Opal Hunt was his wife, and from this day forth he was going to f**king have her. He no longer cared that she was his best friend’s sister. Opal was his, and that is the way it would remain.

“You want me, baby.”

She moaned as he fingered her clit. The swollen little nub responded to every touch. Her body shook. Inserting a leg between her thighs, he used his other hand to take hold of hers. “I want you to touch me.”

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