Page 50 of The Secret Fiancée
She nods. “Your wife,” she moans. “Only yours, always yours.”
I bite down on my lip, enchanted. Raya is everything I never knew I needed. She’s joy, and love, and light. She’s hope personified, and for some insane reason, she’s mine. I just hope she never realizes how unworthy I am.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper, increasing my pace. “Show me my favorite sight. Let me watch my wife come for me.”
Her eyes are locked with mine as her pussy contracts around my fingers right as she inhales sharply, her lips slightly parted. The sexiest moan escapes her pretty mouth, and her lashes flutter closed, her hips shaking. Fucking beautiful.
“Again,” I demand, and she shakes her head, her gaze sultry. I smirk at her as I draw leisurely circles around her clit, not quite touching it, but not letting up either. “You act like that was a request, Raya,” I murmur. “We both know it wasn’t. Give me one more, my little fairy.”
She begins to whimper, little needy sounds escaping her sexy lips as her hips begin to roll, another orgasm building. “Lex,” she whispers. “Please.Please.”
“God, I love the way you beg for me, baby. Love that pretty little mouth, this tight, wet,perfectpussy.” My touch becomes more merciless, and her moans come faster, louder, until her head falls back, her back arching as another orgasm washes over her.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I whisper, mesmerized. “My gorgeous wife.”
She’s breathing hard as she collapses onto the bed, her gaze filled with desire. “Please,” she moans. “I need you.”
“You want this?” I murmur, pushing my cock up against her, only the fabric of my boxer shorts keeping us apart.
She nods, pure desire dancing in her stunning brown eyes, and fuck, it’s beyond surreal to think that’s all for me. “Then take it, Raya. I’m yours — every single inch of me.”
Her gaze roams over my face, her expression shifting into something that looks a lot like hope, likelove. I don’t fucking deserve it, but I can’t help but relish it. My wife grabs my boxers and pushes them down, her eyes on mine as she grabs my cock, holding it firmly.
“Yours,” I whisper. “All yours, Raya.”
She lines me up against her and smiles as she wraps one leg over my hip, her gaze provocative. “Then give me what’s mine, Lex. Give me all of you.”
All of me…
She has no idea, does she?
Somewhere along the line, she took what’s left of me.
Forty-One
Raya
“Pass me the wrench,” Dad says, the two of us working on our prototype quietly. With Lex’s input and access to his research, we’ve finally been able to make our design work, but we still aren’t sure about mass production. Some parts of our design are too fragile, and I’m concerned about how user-friendly it’d be for consumers. The last thing we want is to roll this car out, only to get tons of complaints because no one knows how to use or service it.
“Would you like to tell me why you’ve been at the lab every evening for a week now?” Dad asks eventually. “I’ve let it go for the first few days, but something is clearly bothering you. Is it something that husband of yours did?”
For once, Dad doesn’t look worried. Our weekends at home have endeared Lex to him, and he’s gotten to know a version of Lex the public never sees. Dad knows as well as I do that he’d never intentionally hurt me.
“Did you have an argument, angel? That’s normal, you know. Mom and I used to argue all the time, especially when youwere younger. It’s part of growing up, of growing as people individually and within a relationship. It’s important that you keep communicating with each other. You can’t just run away when things get tough, Raya.”
I turn toward Dad and cross my arms. “I’m not running away,” I tell him, agitated. If anyone is, it’s Lexington. He’s been running from this thing between us, and he’s been doing it from the start. He won’t let me in, won’t lower his walls.
“Then why are you here, and not at home with your husband? There’s nothing you can’t resolve if you just talk to him, Raya.”
I look down, my heart wrenching. “We’re not arguing or anything. He and I… I guess we’re just not on the same page. It’s hard to explain, Dad.” Had I known how lonely it’d be to experience unrequited love for your own husband, I’d have kept my distance from the start, treated this marriage as the business deal it is. I’d rather he treats me coldly than whatever it is he’s doing now — being so kind that I can’t help but fall, when he’ll never feel the same way about me. Lying in bed with him as he whispers another woman’s name in his sleep broke my heart, and he doesn’t even realize it, doesn’t know the memory torments me.
Dad reaches for me and sighs as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “I’ve witnessed that man hand over research that could revolutionize the industry, just so we’ll have the prestige that’ll come with taking our car to market under our own brand, before the merger goes through. On Monday mornings, he drops by to see me and gets his hands dirty, ensuring everything is on track with this car, and I can assure you he doesn’t do it for me. On Saturdays he sits with you and messes about building random little household tools, simply because it makes you smile. All the while, he tries to check his email and answers calls every time you walk away, trying to make up for lost time.”
I blink in surprise. “Lex comes to see you every Monday?”
He nods and tips his head toward the prototype. “A lot of the new components were actually crafted by Windsor Motors, but Lex stripped his brand off for us.” Dad grins and continues to work. “Sometimes love isn’t loud and obvious, Raya. Sometimes it’s in the little things, hidden behind layers and layers of exterior protection. Love isn’t always communicated verbally, but that doesn’t make it any less real.”
I’ve never felt more conflicted — I know he’s trying, and I feel so ridiculously ungrateful for still wanting more, for wanting him to love me the way I’ve grown to love him. I’ve never been a selfish person, but with him, that’s exactly what I’ve become. “I know, Dad,” I murmur. “I get it.”