Chapter 176
KATE
"Do not disturb us for the next seven hours, unless the plane is crashing," Nathan said to the team waiting for us on his jet.
"That was extremely rude," I said to him when we were alone. "Couldn't you at least say thank you?"
"I pay them to not have to worry about that."
"You're still the same jerk as always."
"And now you're the wife of that jerk," he said, approaching and lifting me in his arms. I wrapped my hands around his neck.
"What are you doing?" I asked, smiling, as he carried me to the bedroom.
"Following tradition."
"I'm not sure if it applies to airplanes."
Closing the door, he walked to the bed and practically threw me onto it, making me laugh, before he started removing his shirt. He wasn't smiling anymore; he had that dark and hungry look that made my whole body shiver.
"If you really don't want me to tear the dress, start taking it off."
I got off the bed and went to him. I slid my hands over his muscular chest, while his blue eyes followed my movements. I bent down to pick up the shirt he dropped on the floor.
"Extend your wrists, Mr. Ryan," I ordered.
He studied my face carefully before complying.
"Do you want to play?" he asked with challenging and cruel eyes. "Are you sure?" My hands trembled at the threat in his eyes. I bit my lip and focused on tying his wrists. "If you want to dominate, you have to stop acting like prey," he whispered, sending shivers down my body.
"Shut up!" I tightened the knot.
"You should tighten it more if you really think it can hold me."
"You love hearing yourself talk, don't you?" I asked, finishing tying him up. I spun our bodies around, pushing him onto the bed and making him sit. "Lean against the headboard."
He crawled on the mattress without taking his eyes off me. I turned off the lights, leaving only the small lamp on.
Thank goodness I had enough to drink at dinner. I stopped just two steps away from the bed. Holding his gaze, I found the zipper of my dress on one side and opened it, letting it fall around my feet. He bit his lip, and I felt my nipples get even harder.
I was wearing a small, almost-transparent lace strapless corset that made my breasts almost pop out and a tiny white thong with bows, along with a garter belt to complete the ensemble. I started to let my hair down from the bun, letting it fall on my back. He tried to free his wrists the first time.
"No!" I said, taking a step toward the bed. My heart was pounding with excitement. I climbed on it, placing a knee down and getting close enough to lie in front of his body. I extended my leg, pressing his cock under his pants with my foot. He was already ready.
I used my foot to stop him, pushing his chest when he tried to lean over me. "No."
I spread my legs, making his gaze fix between them, making my whole body warm. He licked his lips and tried to free his wrists again.
"If you do that, I'll stop," I whispered, sliding one hand along the inside of my thigh and the other over my breasts.
I closed my eyes as I slid my fingers under my panties. I circled slowly, imagining my fingers were his, letting out a moan through my lips.
When I opened my eyes again, he seemed tormented and almost furious; his chest was rising and falling uncontrollably. I increased the pressure of my fingers on my clit and squeezed a nipple, arching my body to withstand the pleasure.
"Fuck," he growled, finally managing to free one of his wrists and lunging at me, catching me off guard. Holding my hands above my head, he undressed my bra and took off my panties roughly, tearing the garter belt in the process.
His mouth urgently reached one of my nipples, biting and sucking with force, his fingers sliding roughly over my clit before plunging deep inside me. Exactly as I needed. Thrusting forcefully, making me scream.
Stopping, he turned my body on my stomach and grabbed my hair, pulling my head back.
"I had planned to be gentle with my wife tonight before she came up with the crazy idea of leaving me without fucking her for a week," he snarled in my ear, rubbing his hip against my ass.
I moaned when I felt his hot, heavy cock press against my sex. "You love to provoke because you know you're a hot slut," he whispered in my ear while pushing into me rudely and deliciously, making me moan desperately. "This night will be long, baby. I won't stop fucking and eating you until I'm satisfied."
"Nathan…" I grabbed the sheet, looking for something to hold on to, feeling the delicious pressure build inside me.
"You can moan and scream," he said, biting my earlobe. "No one will come to save you," he moaned, going deeper, "because you're mine."
I woke up and turned to the side, finding his side of the bed empty. We were already at the hotel in Paris. It must have been nighttime. I was exhausted. I moved in the bed, feeling the muscles between my legs complain, reminding me that Nathan kept all his promises. Where was my husband?
"Nathan?" I called.
He came out of the bathroom a minute later, wearing a towel around his hips while holding another in his hand.
"Yes, Mrs. Ryan?" he said, leaning against the door as he passed the towel through his hair. His body was still wet.
I bit my lip, watching the drops slide down his muscular chest and abdomen. Impossible, but Mr. Ryan looked even better at thirty-two than when we met.
"Enjoying the view?" he asked. "I thought you were tired."
"For you? I'll never be."
"Great. Because I haven't made love to my wife yet," he said, getting rid of the towels and sliding under the sheet between my legs, making me laugh. His lips sucked me in, making me moan.
"No?" I asked, making him come out of there.
"No, what?" he asked, confused.
"You said we haven't made love after all that sex?"
"We weren't making love; we were fucking, baby. I'll show you the difference," he said before kissing me deeply, leaving me breathless. "When I make love to you, you'll know that I love you not only with my body but with my heart and soul. That means I will dedicate every day for the rest of my life to making you happy. Because, as much as my desire for you is huge, my love is greater and will last until the end of our lives," he said, with his forehead against mine, looking deep into my eyes, making them fill with tears.
"Then make love to me, Mr. Ryan."
Nathan smiled and kissed me, and our gaze didn't waver as he made love to me, making me feel that his soul and his heart truly belonged to me, just as mine belonged to him.
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