Page 46 of His Cursed Heart

The doors open and we move to the door that will hide us from the world.

Althea opens the hotel room with the card and we enter.

It's so dark that I can't even see myself. I put my hand on the wall and start feeling it until I feel the light switch.

When light is finally in the room, we are welcomed by a huge kitchen and living room.

Is a normal hotel room too much to ask for?

I can bet with anyone that Allan is the one who put us in a damn penthouse.

I walk past Althea who is looking with wide eyes at the place, and head towards the bedroom.

She wants me to let her alone to think?

That's exactly what I'm doing.

I open the bags to take a pair of grey sweatpants out and move to the bathroom.

When the hot water hits my tense muscles, I let out a groan. I close my eyes and I rise my head up, letting the water attack my face.

Images of my head between Althea's legs are making my blood run straight to my groin.

I wrap my palm around my rising shaft and give it a few pumps. I squeeze my tip hard and I let out a moan.

Oh, I would die for her mouth on me.

My movements are faster and I know soon I will explode.

I put my other hand on the wall in front of me because I feel how my legs are melting.

When my cum starts to consume me, a knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.

"Are you fucking drowning in there?" My wife's voice is making me pump harder.

"You would enjoy it." My voice is hoarse.

"Of course I will." I groan low when the image of her sarcastic face takes my mind. After a few more strokes, I wash my hands and take the towel to wrap it around my waist.

I open the door and an angry Althea is in front of me, still in her wedding dress.

My wife's eyes are shamelessly admire my body which is covered in drops of water.

"Do you want to lick them?" I ask with a smirk.

"Only if you die right after." I shake my head and move past her. I feel her hand wrap around my arm and I look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"What do you want Althea?" Her name feels like beautiful poison on my lips, on my brain.

"I can't take this stupid dress off." Fire takes over my body and I shut my eyes to block the naked picture of her.

I turn her quickly and move her hair so I can have access on her back. I take the zipper in between two fingers and start to slide it down her back.

Her beautiful light brown skin is shining under the bright lights and I take my time to undo the dress. Her back is flawless and I can see some muscles extend over it.

When the zipper stops right above her ass, I touch my fingers to her skin, just to feel her a little bit.

What does she have that makes me so obsessed with her?