The Alpha CEO’s Unloved Wife

Chapter 30

Alice’s Malice 

He went down to the kitchen in just his trousers, as elegant and gorgeous bare chested and bare foot as he was in his full three-piece suit, and returned with champagne, flutes, and a bowl of berries. Even in the brief absence, her body had begun to ache for his again, and she squirmed, trying to repress the need whilst he popped the cork and poured, dropping a strawberry into the flute to float in the bubbles.

He slid onto the bed and handed her one of the flutes. His skin against hers made the rage of the heat almost unbearable.

“To my beautiful wife,” he said, tapping his glass against hers. He was determined to play his foolish game, she thought sourly. “And to the many decades of happiness before us.”

She drank the wine, because she could see that he would not give her what she needed unless she complied with his charade. He laughed, watching her finish the glass.

“You have no appreciation for wine,” he commented taking just a sip from his before setting it onto the bedside table.

he inhaled in surprise. She released the button of his trousers, freeing his c-ck, and took him

collect the wine, painting it along her collar bone, leaning forward to lick it from her, as he pulled her hips to his, lifting into her. “Delicious,” he said, and held her to him so that he could roll

her fingers through his hair, trailing them over

leg around his hip before stroking back up and cupping her breast as he

not taking and demanding, he was giving, she thought, and it was

crying as she came. He cried out his orgasm, and there was a sharp tone of pain behind the pleasure. He lay over her, his head beside hers and watched the tears that ran down her cheeks. He reached up and caught one on his fingertip, bringing

almost done. A couple more weeks, at most, and I will have exposed my grandfather’s murderer. Hold on. my beautiful wife. Hold on until then. Every couple of days, Angelique and I eliminate another family. There are only a few left. The ring, or some other treasure, will be in one

that what you are doing?” She was distracted from her own misery. “Breaking into people’s

opportunity arises during house parties or meetings… We use the codes to break into their safes and look at what they are hiding. It is actually,” he trailed his fingers from her wrist to her shoulder, and down to circle the breast that his

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