Page 33 of Jealous Wife

As she opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, he stormed over to her and wrapped his left hand around her neck. Zoey gasped as his body smashed into hers, sending her rocking backward. Rollo wouldn’t let her fall, though. He wrapped his right arm around her back and held her in place.

Zoey gulped. She could feel his cock pressing against her stomach, rock hard and pulsing.

Rollo stared down at her, the anger in his eyes fading.

Chapter 13

I know what you've been doing

“Don’tyoueverwalk away from me again,” Rollo whispered angrily. “Do you understand me?”

He shook her by the neck gently, letting her whole body sway back and forth, all the while his deep blue eyes bored into hers.

“Don’t you ever walk away,” he repeated, softer this time. “Not from me.”

Zoey could feel the butterflies stirring up inside of her stomach, causing everything to churn around. There wasn’t any fright here, though. Rollo would never hurt her.

“We can’t do this anymore,” Zoey whispered. “My family…”

She gazed up into his beautiful eyes and watched as they roamed over her face, drinking in her features. The only thing she could do was stand there, waiting for Rollo to reply. He had hold of her neck, there was no escaping for Zoey.

Not that she wanted to escape. The only place she wanted to be was in his arms. She didn’t care that he had a wife, or that their affair was seen as wrong by the rest of the world. Zoey knew that it was right and nothing would change her mind, not even her parents.

“Fuck your family,” Rollo growled, his hand still clasped around her throat. “Take off your underwear.”

Zoey wasn’t in a position to deny him. She lifted the dress on her body and hooked her fingers beneath her underwear. Within a second, they were sliding down her legs, on their way down to her ankles.

Rollo didn’t waste any time. Still holding onto Zoey’s throat, he walked her back until she was pressed against the wall. She felt the coldness bite against her skin, sending painful shivers across her back and down her spine.

Zoey had barely had enough time to center herself before Rollo placed his free hand between her legs, his fingers rising up her thighs to find her sex. She held her breath, waiting for his hands to find her hole.

When his cold fingers touched against the wetness, she felt her body inhale sharply. That was all the prompting that Rollo needed. He grabbed hold of her leg and hoisted it up. Zoey wrapped it around his back as he pulled out his cock.

Within a second it was at her entrance, about to push inside. Zoey felt the electricity rolling through her body, sending tingles and shakes all the way down her legs, but nothing could have prepared her for the way he shoved his cock inside of her.

His cock pushed into her hard and fast. Zoey’s hands found their way to the small of his back. Not out of passion, but out of necessity. The way he was thrusting into her, fucking her so hard against the wall, she could barely hold herself upright.

Rollo moved his hand away from her throat and let his hands slip down her body, roughly groping her breasts and hips and thighs. Zoey felt a wave of goosebumps wash over her as Rollo continued to thrust into her, fucking her harder and harder.

Soft, moaning grunts slipped out of his lips. Zoey grabbed hold of him as tightly as she could, her fingers digging into his back as her entire body rocked up the wall. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the strain building up inside of him, ready to be released.

And then he came. Strong, shaking convulsions took hold of him, causing his body to jitter between Zoey’s legs. She held onto him as best as she could, waiting for him to withdraw.

When he did, Zoey let her leg fall away from his waist as she stared at his face. Confusion filled her mind. It was hard to wrap her mind around it. Why the hell had he attacked her like this, so savagely? And in a restroom, of all places?

Rollo tucked his cock away, leaving Zoey to pull up her own underwear from around her ankles. She turned on her heels and looked to her left, at the mirror by her side. Sweat was covering her forehead, dripping down on the sides of her face and down into her eyes. Rollo looked similarly sweaty.

They both went to the sinks and cleaned themselves up, trying to steady their racing breaths as they washed their hands and faces.

“You are mine,” Rollo said quietly. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

Zoey looked up, into the mirror. How the hell was she supposed to forget that? Every day she reminded herself how lucky she’d been to fall into his lap. Luck, or chance, or whatever she wanted to name it. If she hadn’t been in that pool, she might have never met him. What would her life have looked like then?

“Do you hear me?” Rollo asked, raising his voice as he rounded on her. “You’remine.”

“Yes, Boss,” Zoey said, turning her eyes down to the ground.

Rollo wanted her. She wanted Rollo. There was nothing else to it. She knew that her family shouldn’t get in the way of her happiness, but she couldn’t help but feel the outside pressure. Her parents could easily ruin her,andRollo.