The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Please F-k Me 

She looked at him in alarm. “Again?” She whispered finding that her voice was hoarse from screaming the night before.

His smile was savagely beautiful. “Yes, again,” he told her. “Why muck with something that works so well?” He took the cloche off the tray. “Eat, drink something, then get back onto the f-king bed before the scent of your need makes me lose f-king control.”

She sat on the couch before the tray, but nothing appealed to her, the heat coiling tight within her. She tried to fight it back, pressing her thighs firmly together, but it was too much. “I can’t eat,” she sighed in surrender.

He caught her up from the couch, carrying her in his arms like a child, as if he had found waiting unbearable, and laid her onto the bed, pulling the robe open greedily, stroking his hands down her body, before dropping to his knees on the carpet, lifting her legs over his shoulders, and dragging his tongue over her.

She cried out, her fingers clenching in the bed clothes, the sensation of his tongue against where she ached for him lifting her hips from the mattress. He chuckled, placing a hand onto her stomach to hold her still, and continued to ravage her with his mouth so that she threw her head back, tossing her head from side to side, feeling the fine strands of her hair matting.

Her cries filled the room as she came, and as she sagged in the relief of that release, he rose to his feet and stepped in, thrusting into her in one stroke so that she bit her bottom lip from the pleasure of his c-ck within her, her fingers closing around his wrists where he gripped her hips, using him to lift herself into him.

“F-k,” he groaned out, his body working hard against hers. “Who knew that you could f-k like this, little one!”

She did not know what to say back, and so said nothing, focusing on taking from him what she needed to satiate the ache of the heat within her, until her body broke apart and he arched his hips into her as he came.

and tightly to him. His eyes were closed, and his face was spectacular in his release, his hair a heavy mess of dark curls around his face and sweat making his skin glossy. “Your timing is atrocious, but I could imagine worse ways to spend an

sorry,” she said as he eased her hips back onto

heard the run of water in the shower. He washed quickly, before stepping out, still drying his hair on a towel.

forwards. She went into the bathroom,

and then the other, securing each to a corner pole, and then repeated for her ankles. He leaned back

“Very nice.”

he went to the dresser to check the display before snarling and swiping it

okay?”

  about,” he said, and brought the phone to the bed. “Business.” He lay along her side, his skin against hers making her heart race, and the heat soar within

throb or want disrupted her focus. She slid a look at him, and saw that although he was answering his emails, he was also watching her, deliberately torturing her with

still,” he told her. “It’s not easy to do this one handed and

on the verge of tears because she didn’t want to

you have to do is ask,” he