Sincerely, Your Inconvenient Wife (The Harder They Fall, #2)

by Julia Wolf

He would have been severely disappointed since my tits were primarily made of a really good push-up bra and hopes and dreams.

“I’m not used to a woman being at my eye level,” he uttered lowly, his gaze sliding across my face.

“Fuck. The things I want to do to this body.” His open mouth landed on my belly button, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my abdomen while he cupped between my legs. “I need to eat your pussy.”

“Bra off. Get that fucking bra off now, pretty girl.”

If everyone at the party downstairs heard me, then I hoped they were happy for me because I’d just had the best orgasm of my life.

His warm breath touched my ear before his gravelly words did. “I’ll bill you for the sheets.” Then he gently tugged my zipper up and smoothed my dress along my sides. “I’ve never tasted sweeter than you, pretty girl.” Then he opened his bedroom door and sent me on my merry way.

Charlie wasn’t like other men. But in my experience, if a man had to say that, he probably was just like other men.

“Either you adopted Sersh, or you got married. Since marriage would be crazy, I’ll be the first to say congrats on your new hot blonde daughter.” Miles winked at me and patted his pockets. “Sorry, I’m fresh out of cigars, otherwise I’d offer you one.”

Saoirse spent the rest of the ride looking out her window while I tried to figure out why I couldn’t let myself tell her I’d been surprised she’d gone out of her way to buy me a ring and if I’d had to pick one for myself, it would have probably looked a lot like this.

The scene in front of me was not what I’d expected to see. Saoirse was alone, her honey hair spread over her crisp, white pillowcase, legs splayed wide. Her hands were frozen, one on her breast, the other holding something pink inside her slick, swollen pussy. Oh shit. She lifted her head, her eyes latched on to mine. “I’m busy, Luca. If you’re not going to help out, close the door when you leave.”

She dragged her palm down her center, stopping at her core. “Touch yourself. Show me you don’t need me,” I ordered. Her fingers slowly circled her clit. “Mmm…I don’t need you for more than being my chair.”

“Yes. Are you going to be a lighthouse for my sister-in-law or an anchor?” “Explain my choices, and I’ll answer.” “A lighthouse is a beacon to follow home, to keep ships safe from crashing, a focal point. On the other hand, an anchor locks a ship in one place and weighs it down.”

Unfolding her arms, she braced them behind her on the counter. “I told you about everyone else. Now I need to tell you about me. In my past life, I was an angry, mean girl who would cut a bitch for looking at me wrong…and I mean that literally. On occasion, that side of me slips out. I’m telling you right now, if you aren’t who you need to be to give Saoirse the kind of life she deserves, you don’t have to worry about my father-in-law or husband coming for you. It’ll be me on your doorstep with my pink bat—which I am not afraid to use.”

“That’s enough. I will not sit here and allow you to speak to my wife that way.” I flicked my gaze to her mother. “This ends now, or I am taking my wife out of here, and in the future, you’ll have to go through me to speak to her. No one will ever disrespect her that way. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“I think about you when I make myself come.” “Good. If you think about anyone else, I’ll kill them.”

I arched my ass and moaned as he smacked me again. “But what if I really, really like sparkly vampires?” The growl he let out was feral. “I look good in fangs.” “You’re crazy.”

I do happen to be free for lunch today. I’m in the mood for a big, thick sandwich. Is that what you were planning to feed me in room 1019? Are you going to cram it down my throat? Will you give me so much it drips down my chin? I really don’t want you to stain my top. It’s silk. So I might have to take it off first.

Without warning, he hooked his fingers over the flimsy material and ripped them off. I whimpered at the brief sting but didn’t protest. He dangled the red lace beside my face. “I told you not to wear them.” “I wanted to see what you would do if I did.” His fingers wrapped around my neck, the lace of my panties pressing against my throat.

“Soaked. My girl gets wet when she’s jealous.” I shook my head, throwing his words back at him. “Not jealous. Territorial.”

“Yes, yes,” he gritted out. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are when you let go?” He wasn’t waiting for an answer from me, but I gave him one anyway. “Not as half as beautiful as you when you pump your cum inside me.” He groaned, his head thumping against the headrest. “You’re killing me. I’m going to fill this pussy up until it’s overflowing. Then I’m going to stuff all my cum back up there, so you take every drop. Don’t waste any of it.” “Give it to me, Luca. Stop talking and paint my pussy. I need it.”

He laughed softly. “I doubt you fail at much, so I’ll take it.” “You’re right. I don’t give up, so I can’t fail.”

“My fuckable little wife,” he grunted. “Pretty ass, perfect tits. Could fuck you for days and still want more.” “Try it,” I begged. “You’d have me lose my company, would you?” That earned me another spanking. I threw my head back and moaned so loud it rattled the walls. He spanked me some more and powered into me, taking my breath away. “It would be worth it,” Luca answered himself. “Screw capitalism. It’s not even that good.”

“You’re Saoirse Rossi now. You get to start anew and be the woman you want to be. There are no expectations, no pressure. It’s up to you to shape your path. I want you to know I’m fucking proud of you. I admire the strength it takes to strike out on your own. You might be scared, but I’ve got your back, so there’s no need for you to fear.”