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Niall was clearly pissed at Artem’s arrogance, but he just smirked and said, “This is neither the time nor the place to talk about this.” He fully shifted his gaze in my direction, and his eyes settled on me. “Who’s the girl?”
Artem wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer. “She’s my wife—my darling wife.” He flashed a taunting grin at him. “Marriage is a beautiful thing, Donovan. Unfortunately, you can’t relate to that.”
“Your wife, ehh?” Niall’s eyes wouldn’t leave mine for a second, and he didn’t seem moved by the fact that Artem was mocking him.
His composure in the face of adversity was remarkable, and I was glad that he’d handled the situation well. I knew he wasn’t going to say anything to Artem. I saw in his eyes that he couldn’t take that risk, considering they were sworn enemies and I practically lived with Artem. Etched in Niall’s gaze was the concern for my safety, and it was clear to me that he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it.
“They say he who finds a wife, finds a good thing,” Niall said to Artem.
“Indeed,” my husband replied, pulling me closer just to gloat.
“Congratulations,” Niall said and took one last look at me before leaving.
I let out a soft exhale as he walked away, blending with the other people. I’d survived tonight, but what about tomorrow, or the day after? For how long did I plan on keeping this secret?
How long until Artem found out that I was Niall Donovan’s daughter—that his archnemesis was actually his in-law?
Chapter 16 – Artem
The drive back home seemed longer than expected, but this was because I was so fucking hard and couldn’t wait to be inside my wife. She was sitting by my side in the backseat, and with each passing second, the sexual tension between us grew stronger. I wanted her so badly, and with her body language and subtle glances in my direction, I knew she wanted me, too.
Occasionally, she’d lock eyes with me, smile, and push her hair behind her ear. The few times I touched her lap, running my finger over her alluring thigh, she’d jerked, with desire coloring her eyes. I could hear her breaths, could sense her burning passion, and I knew then that it was a mutual feeling.
I was tempted so many times to take her right there in the backseat of the car, but I had to fight back that urge. Fingering her while the vehicle was in motion was a better idea, but my wife was a shy woman. Besides, I couldn’t do that knowing full well that the driver could glance at the rearview mirror at any time.
It was torture having her by my side but being unable to feel her essence, even when I knew her hormones were spiking just the way I liked.
All through the evening, my mind had focused on her and the things I’d do to her. It was very difficult holding a conversation with my business partners because thoughts of Sierra were all that flooded my mind. It didn’t seem like I was distracted, but I was.
Every now and then, I’d check my wristwatch, hoping that time would, for once, be on my side and fucking speed the hell up. I couldn’t stand the suffering—I was starving for sex.
Niall had almost ruined the evening for me just by daring to approach. To make matters worse, I caught him stealingglances at my wife, and at some point, the man had the guts to lock eyes with her. Fucking disrespectful prick. I’d have swung a punch to break his fucking nose, but I couldn’t endanger my wife and the child that was on the way.
The car drove into the compound and pulled over by the entrance. I got out and walked over to her side, helping her out. I dismissed the driver and held her hand as we headed into the house.
Once inside, we rushed at each other’s lips, fueled by the burning desire that surged through us like electricity. The fire in her was ignited, and she was kissing me with a fervency that exposed her longing for me. With the back of my leg, I slammed the door shut as she struggled with the buttons of my coat while my hands fondled her breasts.
With lightning speed, she expertly took off her heels; her hands were all over my body, so I wasn’t sure how she did it. But I knew she was suddenly inches shorter. Our rapid moves left us breathless as our tongues continued to dance in our mouths.
She tossed my coat away and loosened the tie around my neck while I simultaneously unzipped her gown. A loud gasp escaped her lips when my hand traveled up those alluring thighs that had been tempting me all evening. I wasted no time in settling on her panties. Fuck, they were soaked. I slipped a finger inside, and she moaned in my ears.
“You’re wet already,” I said to her, pushing my finger deeper into her cunt.
“Yes.” Her reply was yet another tantalizing moan. “Just as you’re so hard already.” She caressed the print of my cock.
I pushed her to the wall where she unbuckled my belt and withdrew my cock. A sexy smile played on her as she played with the length. I yanked down her panties and lifted her leg in the air as she anticipated my thrust. I didn’t take long before Ipenetrated that throbbing pussy, prompting a sharp moan that made my cock swell inside her.
Driven by the sensation jolting across her, Sierra ripped the buttons of my undershirt off with a single pull and then slid her manicured fingers onto my tattooed body. She caressed my build, and as my thrusts grew deeper, her hands wrapped around my back, her nails raking into my skin. Her moans kept me going, and the sting of her nails digging into my flesh inflicted me with pleasurable pain.
I sealed her lips with a deep kiss that she could not resist.
Her leg was suspended in the air, and I was slamming ruthlessly into her.
“Yes, yes, fuck me harder!” she said, pleading with an erotic look in her sparkling eyes. “Don’t stop—yes! Right there!”
Fuck! She was so sweet, wet, and slippery, hence my thrusts were effortless. Her moans and the way her body was writhing served as boosters to my confidence.
“Harder, baby—fuck me harder!”