Something hot blooms in my chest, "Does that make you jealous, Gigi, imagining me with another woman?"
She tips her chin up, "You know it does." She places her hand over my cock, “And if you dare look at any of them again, I’ll…" She squeezes my balls.
I groan…then wince. Her jealousy is a fucking turn on. Does she realize that? Sweat beads my forehead. Heat swarms in a knotted coil at the base of my belly, "What else did you like about what you saw?"
"You ..." she swallows, "You had what I was looking for."
"What is that?"
"You are the kind of man who'd know what his woman needs when she doesn’t. You wouldn't allow her pleas to get in the way and that… It’s not easy."
"That's an awful lot you are supposing," I smirk.
"I followed my instincts." Her lips quirk.
The band around my chest tightens. This woman... She is fucking strong... That sassy side of her? Surely, it will be my downfall.
"And what do your instincts say now?" I tilt my head.
"That you know what's best for me." She squeezes her hand around my erect cock and blood rushes to my groin.
"The things you do to me when you say that." I groan. My heart begins to race. "But, you need to recover first."
She shakes her head. "Later. I need this Saint. I do."
I draw in a breath, "One more question, then."
"But..."
"You ask."
She rubs her cheek into the pillow, her fingers rubbing across the swollen head of my shaft.
"Gigi."
"Saint?"
"Ask your question."
"Why do you live in hotels? Why doesn’t a man like you not have a mansion of your own?"
"You heard about that?"
"Summer may have mentioned it." She flushes but doesn’t back down, "Will you answer that?"
I raise my shoulders, "It's too much of a commitment to have a place of my own. Besides, given the hotel chains I run, it seems like a waste not to use the facilities they afford me." I twist my lips. "Nothing like keeping the staff on their toes… Every time I stay in a hotel, I force the management to up their game."
Will she believe me? Can she look past the obvious to what I’m not saying?
She frowns, then jerks her chin, "Guess it makes sense."
My ribcage feels too tight. Can’t she look past the front I am putting up? Fuck that. I had been happy this far, had figured out how to make the most of the cards I had been handed. Had even managed to find a balance of sorts, thanks to my more extreme tastes. Why did she have to come along and disturb that? Why does she make me yearn for more? Bloody hell. I shake my head.
One more chance. Give her one more chance to reveal the truth. Say it, Gigi. Tell me why you’re really here. Confess it and I’ll do what is needed to keep you safe. I’ll do anything to extricate you from whatever situation you’ve found yourself in.
She twists her fingers around my cock.
I place my hand over hers, "My turn to ask a question."
"Right." She blinks, squares her shoulders.
"You ready, Gigi?"
She nods.
"Why did you agree to marry me?"
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"It’s not like you gave me a choice?" I set my jaw.
"You could have left," he retorts. "It's not like I was holding you captive."
"Weren’t you?" I massage his balls, squeeze the base of his cock at the same time.
"F-u-c-k." Color flushes his cheeks. His blue eyes deepen into the color of azure.
His fingers spasm over mine.
He wraps the fingers of his other hand around my neck in that possessive grasp I’m coming to recognize.
"Who’s holding who captive here, hmm?" His gaze intensifies. He releases his grip on my hand, only to cup my pussy. "Tell me why you agreed to marry me."
I shake my head; he slips three fingers inside my cunt at the same time. Omigod! My eyes roll back in my head; my grasp on his cock tightens.
He circles his thumb around the swollen bud of my clit, and my entire body bucks. A trembling sweeps up from my toes, surges toward my womb.
He pulls out his fingers from my pussy and I whine, "No, goddam you, don’t do this."
"Your answer, Gigi, why did you marry me?"
"Because I wanted to, you asshole." I tip up my chin, "Is that enough for your ego?
"No."
My jaw falls open, "You can’t be serious."
"Oh, but I am, my darling." His lips twist, "Tell me the real reason, and I promise I’ll let you come."
"You’re an unfeeling brute." Anger tunnels my vision.
"And you’re a cunt."
My pussy instantly clenches. Hell, why do these filthy insults from him resonate with that secret part of me? "Fuck you, Saint," I snarl.
"With pleasure Gigi, but first, your answer."
I swallow; a flush steals up my throat. Goddam him for forcing me to bare the part I hate to him. "After we met, I began to fantasize about you." I glower at him, "Once I realized the kind of kink you indulged in...it became worse. My dreams became steamier. Then I stumbled across that woman giving you head in your office...and..."
His breathing heightens, "It turned you on?"
I nod. "When she blew you, and you threw your head back, the chords of your neck stood out in relief, your beautiful chest bathed in sweat, as you gripped her hair and held her in place. You fucked her face and all I could think was... I am going to kill that bitch,” I swallow, then whisper, “and..."
"And?" His nostrils flare.
"And that I want that." I swallow.
His biceps bulge. This was turning him on even more, huh? I tilt my chin up, push my breasts into his chest.
"I knew then that I needed you. I yearned for you to break me, to make me forget about everything else, to force me to remember only the shape of your face, the fullness of your dick down my
