Still Drakes POV
“Get your filthy hands away from me, you lying cheat!” She yelled furiously, shrugging my hands off roughly. That was weird, I mean, she was cool with me before I left right?
We made passionate love to each other last night, she was so perfect, so amazing. I know I didn’t spend more time with her after that but had to sort out this business with Riley, I had to make sure that he doesn’t get us both in trouble. I was out all night and when I got back home, I still worked on my laptop and hers. I did all this to make sure that she doesn’t fall into any of their trap. I’m trying to shield her from a harsh reality, why the hell is she treating me this way, is this what I get for working so hard to protect her and my family?
“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long, I had to take care of a few things. I won’t do it again, my love. I will never leave you alone and lonely for so a long time. It won’t happen again, I promise.” I pleaded softly, wrapping my hand around her hips, trying to coarse her, but she wouldn’t let me. She pushed me away once more, and this time she got up from the bed and moved around the room, gathering her personal belongings and preparing to leave my bedroom once again.
That was it!
I fucking lost it!
I stayed back because of her!
Yeah, you heard me right, okay?
I’m admitting to the truth right now. I know I said he was only playing around, but that was me trying to get him to stick his nose elsewhere and stay the fuck out of my business. But the truth is that Liam was right when he said that I wasn’t relocating back here because of my family. I fucking did it for her!
I’ve tried my best to keep her safe and make her happy. I was out all fucking night, I’ve been out trying to make sure that we don’t get framed for crimes we did not commit. I’ve been out trying to save our family. It’s almost 6:00 am, and I haven’t slept all night. I’m cranky, angry, and tired. I’ve gone through a lot these past few hours, and what I need now is a peaceful rest, not all this drama. I was about to flare up at her, I wanted to pull her back and force her to stand at a spot while I screamed at her to my satisfaction. But I thought against it, I need to know what is going on with her before I do something that we would both regret. I took a deep breath, my hand going through my hair. I feel both confused and frustrated. I’m hanging on a thin thread here, I’m one minute away from snapping. But I still held it in and spoke calmly to her,
“What the hell is wrong with you, Mia?
Ever since we met, I have done all you have ever asked of me, I have tried to make you feel comfortable around me, and vice tried so had to understand the kind of person that you are, but I just don’t understand you. One minute you are happy and flirting with me, the next minute, you don’t want to set your eyes on me and you don’t want me around you. Am I to believe that you only come to me to get screwed, is that the kind of relationship that we are going to have?
If you are with me because of the sex, you might as well call off the marriage already!
I’m not here for your body, I want to build a relationship with you, I want to start a family with you. If all you want is a sex toy, then you might as well go back to that club and pick up another guy because, clearly, you have the wrong dude!” I yelled in anger.
It was too late!
I had already spilled it out before I realized my mistake. She gasped in shock as she walked up to me in anger and landed a hot slap on my face, hitting me so hard that my face turned the other way.
“How dare you speak to me in that tone, how could you say such hurtful words to me?” she scolded me, get eyes glistening with unshed tears. I deserve to be slapped, I realize that. I never wanted to flare up at her, I wanted to play it cool, and I wanted to stay calm, but I just couldn’t hold it in any longer. Now I’ve hurt her even more, and I still don’t know why she is upset in the first place. I should never have said such words to her, for fucks sake I’m her first man, and if truth be told, I know that she deserves a better man than me.
I wanted to apologize for saying that to her, and at the same time, I wanted to lay her across my thighs and spank her so hard until her sexy butt turns red. But all I could do is to pull her into my arms and kiss her fully on her lips. She tried to protest, but I had her backed against the wall and I imprisoned her arms above her head, holding them in place with one hand, while my other hand went around her hips, holding her closer to me.
At first, she resisted me and fought so hard to push me away. But after a while, she stopped struggling and surrendered herself to me, kissing me back as passionately as I kissed her. I lifted her up, forcing her to wrap her legs wrong my hips. Luckily, she was wearing no undies, just a flimsy nightie. With her legs wrapped around me, it was so easy for me to pull out my dick and push it into her slippery pussy that is wet from her arousal.
She let out a moaning sound and on her own accord, she lifted herself up and down to meet with my dick, and after a while, she was bouncing on me like a fucking pornstar, seeking to have an orgasm. At this point, I moved us back to the bed, walking with my back faced to the bed. I lay on the bed, taking her down with me. All the while, I never let my dick slip out of her. I stayed buried in the comfort of her tight, warm pussy, and as I laid on the bed, with her straddling my hips, I watched through hooded eyes as she fucked me with her head thrown back in pleasure.
There is no doubt that she loves it, I saw the pain in her eyes when I said those words to her, and I notice the way she gives in to my every desire. How she falls under my touch like a spell. She was a virgin when I first screwed her, so I can’t possibly say that she is here for the sex And I’m pretty damn sure that she was forced into marrying me So that rules out the possibility of her being with me simply because I’m a billionaire.
Yeah, I know her family needs our assistance in their business, but that doesn’t explain the warmth I see in her eyes, it doesn’t explain the peace I feel when I’m around her. It may not be love yet, but I know she is attracted to me, just as I am to her. She has feelings for me, and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to make those feelings grow into love. I want to build a strong relationship with her, a bond that can never be broken by any form of trial or temptation. I’m ready to do whatever it takes to make this marriage work and make her my soulmate. I hope she is ready to do the same…
I noticed that her movements were getting sloppy and I knew she was getting tired. So I flipped us over and took over from her fucking her so hard that she screamed at the top of her voice, shaking the pillars of this building with her voice. I kept going on and on, her screams of pleasure were enough to encourage me to keep going. I flipped her over laying her on her stomach as I penetrated her from behind, fucking her harder. I did not give her a minute break, I kept switching her in different positions, pounding her hard. When she finally hit her peak, she came up and wrapped her hands around my neck, hugging me tightly as she screamed my name so loud that her voice could wake even a dead man.
I held her to my chest and I let out an animalistic groan as I poured my seed into her, filling her to the brim. I pulled her up with me as we lay back on the bed, forcing her to snuggle with me. This time, she did not struggle with me or try to push me away, she lay peacefully on my chest, drawing circles on my body. I pushed her hair away from her face, pecking her forehead softly.
“Now, do you want to tell me why you got so upset with me?
You keep acting like someone suffering from bipolar disorder, and it doesn’t sit right with me, Mia. I’m having a hard time out there, I do not expect to come back home to a grumpy wife. You bring me love, warmth, and peace. I want it to remain that way.
There is a lot I need to discuss with you, there is so much that you need to know about me. But how can I trust you with my secrets when one minute you are happy with me, and the next minute you are packing up to leave our bedroom.
I thought we’ve talked about this, I thought we agreed to put in more effort to make this marriage work, why are you giving me a hard time, why are you making it so damn difficult for me?” I asked her, trying my best to sound calm, yet fierce.
“I’m not fucking crazy, Drake. I know what I agreed on, and I would never have agreed to make this marriage work if you had told me about Rosalie.” She won’t out in disgust, hitting me hard with her palm. I jerked up in surprise, forcing her to stand up as well as I looked at her in shock,
“How did you find out about Rosalie?” I asked.