The Tyrant's Wife-Chapter 261

261 Can’t keep my hands off

“Just what I need.” Desmond dragged his fingers through his hair, tousling it.

Zaria took note of the tension and shifted her gaze between the two of them. “Is everything okay?” 𝒇𝑟𝐞𝐞w𝐞𝑏𝙣𝑜vℯl.co𝑚

“Nothing that can’t be handled.” He took her hand, while Isabella dived for Rosaly and picked her up.

“My cute little great granddaughter. How about staying over at my place tonight?”

Rosaly was caught off guard by the sudden affection, her small hand reaching out for Zaria. “But I want to sleep with Zaria. She promised to read me a book.”

“She can do that on video call later and you can sleep with her on another day. Come on.” Isabella didn’t give her much chance to say no and went upstairs to pick her overnight bag. With the short time it took, she must have simply stuffed in random clothes, her school uniform, and toiletries.

With a last hug and kisses from Isabella and Rosaly, the two were gone in a flash.

“That escalated fast.” Zaria raised an eyebrow, watching through the window as Isabella’s car left. “Why did Izzy decide to take Rosaly away out of the blue?”

He came up behind her and placed his hands on both sides of her waist. “Because she knew how hard it was to keep my hands off you.”

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His hand slipped into her dress, making her take in a sharp breath and move away from the window, dragging him along with her. She roped her hands around his neck just as their lips connected, their bodies pressed against each other. His tongue felt warm and soft against hers, and her body felt tingly with need. It was almost unbelievable how fast he could turn her into a mush at his mercy.

His length pressed against her stomach and she could feel it getting harder by the second. She pulled her lips away from his and pressed them against his neck. “Are you ever not hard?”

“Around you? Nope.” Placing his hands under her butt, he lifted her, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the wall, her dress riding up to her waist. She grinded her core against his hardness as his lips kissed and teased her collarbone.

He pulled her off the wall briefly to unzip her dress and unhook her bra at her back. The sudden chill made her flinch slightly when her dress bunched up at her waist. The warmth of his body soon engulfed her, contrasting the cool wall.

He took a deep sniff of her boobs, taking in her addictive scent and sighing in satisfaction as though he was starving for a taste of them.

He ran the back of his finger up the swell of her left boob, flicking the hardened nipple with his tongue before he took it in his mouth. His free hand squeezed the other and she cried out in ecstacy. She fisted the hair at the back of his head, grinding her hips in an attempt to relieve the pressure pooling in her core.

She peeled his hand off her boob and under his heated gaze, guided it down her belly and into her panties. He let out a soft chuckle and rubbed her throbbing core through her panties.

“Fuck!” He cursed, almost creaming his pants. He knew she would be wet but he didn’t realize that she was this wet and ready.

“Can’t stay dry around me, can you?” He teased her in her own words.

“What are you talking about? It’s a desert down there.” He steadied her on the ground and ripped his shirt off, sending buttons flying seconds before his belt, pants and boxers joined it on the floor. She had seen him undress countless times but she still couldn’t get enough of his body. Watching him peel his clothes off still sent warmth down her spine, making her wet her lips in anticipation as he gave his manhood a light stroke.

He knew what she was thinking with that hungry gaze, but that would have to come later. He couldn’t wait to be inside her.

Her dress and bra had fallen off her body when she steadied, so he held the sides of her panties and she shimmied out of them. He kissed her deeply as he once again parted her legs and positioned himself between them.

“Do I need a condom?” He asked against her lips in a low, teasing tone, making her roll her eyes.

He sunk into her in one hard thrust, knocking the air out of her lungs. He pulled out almost completely and slammed into her again, trying to restrain himself to avoid hurting her. His face was buried in her chest, her moans of pleasure like alluring music in his ears. Everything around them was long forgotten, the air filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other and the scent of their lovemaking.

It wasn’t long before her muscles clenched around him, seconds before she cried out as her orgasm coursed through her body in waves of ecstacy. He was not far off, quickening his thrusts and with a guttural groan, climaxing into her.

He held onto her as they stilled their breaths, pressing soft kisses on her ears and face.

Her legs were weak when they finally touched the ground. He scooped her in his arms and headed upstairs.

“The clothes-”

“Let’s worry about them later.” He kissed her slightly swollen lips.

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“So, how are we going to deal with Melanie?” She asked, pulling her hand back into the comforter. They were sitting on his bed, with him leaning against the headboard and her between his legs, both wearing nothing but the comforter covering their bodies.

“We will not deal with her.”

She tilted her head to look at him, to gauge whether he was serious. He was.

Her lips parted slightly before she was able to speak. “We are going to let her keep accusing you of sexual assault?” She frowned. He had just told her about the possible suit.

He swiped his finger through the screen of his phone. “Sci-fi?” He asked about her choice of movie for tonight. When she nodded, he selected the sci-fi tab.

“That’s why they sent the email to grandma. Nathaniel wants me to react. Probably try to negotiate with Melanie-because whether I’m innocent or not, such a suit will not bode well for me-and use those negotiation terms to pin a guilty conscience on me.”

Her brows dipped. “But if we let her go ahead and sue you, the court will never let a child live in the custody of a man who allegedly committed such a crime as rape.” She sighed when she realized just why it was distressing. Nathaniel had created a sure-lose situation for Desmond. Way to go, bastard.

She placed a hand on his arm. “I’ll contact Zeus.”

“There were no surveillance cameras inside my office.” He swallowed.

She paused for a second. “Why would this be about your... wait. She accused you of assaulting her on a day that she was in your office?”

“Discussing an urgent issue with one of the hotels when we were both working overtime but yes, that’s the day she chose.”

“That bitch.” She was infuriated. If there was no camera in his office, she could spin whatever tale she wanted. Heck, she could even hire some false witnesses to claim to have seen her come out with disheveled-or torn-clothes and make up all over her battered face from crying.

“I would never...” He started, and she pressed her finger against his lips to stop him.

“I know.”

If he was the kind of man to force himself on women, she would have been a victim ages ago. “But the most important thing is not what I believe. It’s that Melanie doesn’t get to speak up.”

“What do you have in mind?” He asked. He already had Skeleton digging into Nathaniel’s life for something they could use as leverage but he was curious when he caught her gaze. That was the look she often had when her pretty mind was spinning schemes no one would expect from her.

“First things first. Enjoy our movie.” She leaned back against his chest.

He had selected one of the latest movies, but before the movie even started, his hand was between her parted legs and his fingers deep inside her as his thumb rubbed her clit.