His Second Wife by Favor V April

~Christopher’s POV~

Slap!

Hell, I miss being slapped by my wife’s little hand.

“Wife? If anything, you and I are just a transition, just like business,” she scoffed. “I am not your wife.”

Immediately after saying that, she tried to walk past me, but I grabbed her waist and pulled her closer

to me. She refused to submit. She fixed her gaze on me as if she were fixated on something trivial.

“You appear to be pressed for time. Who are you meeting with? Does the man you are meeting know

that you are married to me? Did you tell him?”

“What made you think that being married is a problem? Are you not sleeping around despite your

marital status? Did you believe you could sleep around while I sat back and watched or wait for you,

Mr. Grayston?”

I felt like strangling her when I stared at her, but she was too lovely to be strangled, too fucking sexy

when she is all sassy. I stared at her and vowed that she would not leave and that I would remain her

husband.

I placed my arms around her and smothered her with a kiss. She struggled but eventually succumbed. I

am her husband, and she is my wife. She is not permitted to fuck around. I broke the kiss.

Slap!

She wanted to slap me again, and I coerced her into another kiss. I slammed her against the door,

suffocating her. I was going to land on top of her if anyone dared to open the door. She fought again,

but I was stronger. I freed her, and she attempted to hit me once more.

“If you slap me again, I’m going to kiss you. Now listen,” I grasped her face firmly, causing her lips to

pout, “you’re going to put an end to your folly and return to your rightful home.”

Fuck, her lips were sexily seductive. With my hand, I drew her face closer and kissed her until she was

out of breath. I only saw her teary eyes. I could tell she didn’t want any of this, but she is my wife, and I

am not about to give up what is mine to some good-for-nothing lads. If I were not at the office, I could

have shoved my fingers inside her to teach her a lesson. She doesn’t get to do what she wants. I am

the one who determines when and where. I freed her. She tightened the grasp on her chest in an

attempt to take a breath.

“If you dare me, Camille, next time I’ll do more than just a kiss. Understood?” I said while pointing my

index finger at her. I saw her nodding like a good submissive girl. “Now, you are going to fetch Liam

and return home or the next time we meet, you will not like what I will do to you, wife.”

~Camila’s POV~

“Now, you are going to fetch Liam and return home, or the next time we meet, you will not like what I

will do to you, wife.” He made a sneering remark.

What is the matter with this man?

I was clutching my chest in an attempt to inhale. I wanted to tell him about the meeting I was going to.

However, I was reminded that this bastard was a complete stranger to me. My title is merely that of a

wife. I gathered my wits and restored my calm. I just had to fire back. I couldn’t show him how much his

kisses affected me. I just couldn’t. I mended my gown.

“What is it about my behavior that you are so concerned about? It’s my life, I can do whatever the

hell…” He refused to let me continue. He grabbed me and pushed me up against the meeting table,

then shoved his finger inside me. I screamed, but it did not affect him. All he did was smirk, I was wet

down there. I had no idea what was happening. I was unable to make a noise and move around with

his finger thrusting roughly within me. He added another finger and savagely thrust inside me. I couldn’t

keep quiet. I moaned like a bitch. He slammed his lips onto mine. While the other hands grasped my

waist securely in one place.

He was in control and he knew I wouldn’t dare scream out loud since we were in the office. Anyone can

walk in. I tried to push him away but in less than a minute, I was yelling his name.

“Chris!” I yelled. I crashed his lips on mine and kissed me while his fingers continued to thrust into me.

His other hand moved to my hair and snaked in, giving me a tingling sensation. I gave in and held on

tight to him and I started to tremble uncontrollably. As I had a gigantic orgasm on top of the table and

he removed his fingers and began licking them clean in front of me. I couldn’t recognize my own voice

as an orgasm ripped through me. Why is he acting in this manner? I perched at the table, unsure of

what to do or more precisely, what to say to him. What was he thinking when he decided to do this?

Why does he feel the need to constantly make me feel something for him? Why is he tormenting me

like this? I couldn’t rise from my position, tears streaming down my cheeks. My legs couldn’t carry me.

I slammed my fist into his chest, demanding answers. I’m not sure why I’m sobbing. He drew me into a

bear embrace. I despise him for what he has done to me. He planted a kiss on my forehead.

“You are fucking mine, Camille! You are my wife! Remember that each time you think of fucking a boy.”

He forced me into a kiss and a moan escaped his lips. Which left me puzzled.

“What exactly do you want from me? I am not interested in you. Please leave me alone. You cannot

continue to abuse me in this way. Why are you toying with me, with my feelings? You should stop. I am

not interested in any of this.”

Choosing this path with Chris would be detrimental to my well-being. He seemed unconcerned with my

teary eyes. He lifted my trembling legs and devoured everything that came out of me, his tongue

lapping in my folds, then in my clit, I started trembling again. He held me in place till I screamed again