Page 15 of Sold to the Enemy

Stripping out of her clothes, she stepped beneath the shower and lathered her body, then dealt with her hair. She didn’t want to get out, but she didn’t want to use up all the hot water. There was no way of knowing if there was a limit, but she wasn’t going to be a bitch just because it would be easy. And so, after a few minutes of washing her hair, she stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around her, and walked into her bedroom, only to stop.

Drago was in her bedroom.

He was dressed in a pair of dress pants and crisp white shirt, which was rolled up to the elbow, showing off his muscles and tattoos. She held onto the knot in her towel and watched him. Selma had no idea what to say. She had plenty to say in her mind with over a week to try and deal with everything, but now, faced with her husband, words failed her.

Drago didn’t say anything either.

Her nerves began to build and then she took a deep breath. “You’re back.” She knew he’d been waiting for her to speak first. Was this some kind of battleground? She had no idea what Drago wanted from her.

“I expected you to come and see me.”

“Right,” she said.

Drago frowned and looked at her. She stared right back. There were so many questions she wished to fire at him, but she gritted her teeth. He’d already gotten her to say the first words.

“What is wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Selma hated lying, but if he didn’t know what was wrong, then she wasn’t going to clarify it for him.

Drago sighed. “Selma, you’re not a hard person to read. Something is clearly bothering you.”

“It’s nothing. What are you doing here?”

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Drago was a very patient person. He’d prided himself on his ability to wait, to be calm, and to see what was going to happen. The past week had been torture for him. Taking his woman, enjoying her virginity, and then leaving for seven days hadn’t been his plan. Work and enemies had gotten in his way, and yes, he’d dealt with them, as he always did, firmly, swiftly, so they were no longer a problem, but that didn’t stop the fact he didn’t get to enjoy his woman for the past week.

When he left Selma, she’d been warm, open, sweet, inviting. Now, all he could think about was the sweet warmth of her soft cunt, and he wanted inside her so badly again.

Selma wasn’t fine. She was lying to him.

He didn’t like when she lied to him. Even though she was temptation in the towel, and seeing the droplets of water cascade down the valley of her tits made him want to lick every single drop, Drago didn’t. What he did do was close the distance between them, and he did so swiftly without any problem. He stood before her, and she had no way of fighting him or disappearing. He gripped the back of her neck and tilted her head up to meet him. “I don’t like being lied to, Selma.”

Her lips were a temptation. He wanted to kiss her and melt away all of his troubles but he couldn’t do that until he found out what was wrong.

“Talk to me.”

She opened her mouth and closed it. He’d noticed she did this a lot. He wasn’t quite sure about why she did it. Did she not want to upset or offend him?

“I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

Selma glared at him, and she looked amazingly cute as she did so. He wanted to touch her, kiss her, wrap his arms around her, and immerse himself in her scent. Instead, he held himself perfectly still and just watched her. Waiting.

And then, she took a deep breath, shot him a glare, and tried to avoid looking at him.

“Talk to me.”

“You left.”

“I had no choice.”

She pressed her lips together, then licked her lips, before turning her attention toward him. “You just left. You didn’t leave a note, nor did you call me. Did I … did I do something wrong?”

He hated that she had to stop and he saw how defeated she looked and how close the tears were to taking over. This made him want to destroy everything. Drago had to remember, those that had pissed him off had already been dealt with. He didn’t like being taken away from his woman, and he’d taken care of it. Stroking her cheek, he wanted to kiss her, to tell her that he wanted to. But then, he had to wonder, why did she care? Why did it matter?

Cupping her cheeks with both of his hands, he stared down into her beautiful eyes. “You are perfect, Selma.” He took possession of her mouth, because he couldn’t handle not kissing her.

He wanted to do a lot more than just kiss those perfect lips, but he made himself just kiss them. Tracing his tongue across her lips, she opened for him and he thrust inside, tasting her tongue. She let out a little moan and a whimper.