care of you.” He silenced her
with his lips. Hearing her protests was starting to piss him off. She submitted
to him, opening her lips and letting him inside.
She pushed him away. His
cock was still inside her, and he couldn’t move that far.
“No, I can’t let you take
over my life like that. I need to work.”
He pressed her hands to the
bed. “You’re not working jobs where men take bets on getting into your pants.
I’m not letting that happen to my woman.”
“We just had sex.”
“Yes, you’re mine. You knew
this was going to happen. Stop fighting it.”
“Is this what you did to
Claire?” she asked. Her anger was clearly getting the better of her. He wasn’t
going to let her bring his dead wife into this. Claire understood him, and she
knew Rachel would be better than she was.
There was a part of Rachel
that needed taking care of. She always brought the protective side out of him,
and as the years passed, he’d pushed the attraction away from him. He couldn’t
lust after Rachel. She was out of bounds. Never once in all the years he’d
known her had he seen her as a kid. She’d been her own person, one he
respected.
“I was the guy who won the
bet at work. She was the nurse no one could get inside. I did, and I fell for
her. The first moment I could, I got her out of work. No woman of mine is
working. You’ll be at home waiting for me.” He growled each and every word at
her. Her eyes widened in shock. “Claire knew everything. She didn’t get every
part of me, Rachel. I’m not going to hold back with you. You’re going to get
every part of me.”
“Are you a dominant or
something?” she asked. Tears were glistening in her eyes.
“No, I’m not into BDSM or
tying up or spanking. This is who I am. I’m the guy; I wear the trousers here,
and you’re the woman.”
“That’s barbaric.”
“I don’t give a fuck. This
is who I am, Rachel. You knew this, and a part of you knew what I’d demand. You
see me properly.” He stopped to withdraw from her. Chris wasn’t surprised when
she wrapped the blanket around her body. He stood looking down at her, naked.
“You follow my orders even
when you didn’t have to.” Running fingers through his hair, he cursed. “This is
who I am. You need someone to be in charge.”
“I can’t believe you did
that to Claire,” she said.
“She accepted me for me,
Rachel.”
“What if I can’t?” she
asked, looking up at him.
“If you couldn’t accept me
the way I am, you’d have walked away long before now.” He turned away. “I’m
going for a shower. You’re free to join me.”
Chapter Six
Keeping the blanket wrapped
around her body, she padded out into the apartment. The kitchen looked far more
appealing than the bedroom. Walking into the kitchen, she headed straight for
the kettle. Filling it with water, she placed it on the holder. Setting up a
cup, she moved to the fridge. Her stomach was killing her. Glancing through
everything he had, she grabbed some leftover ham and cheese.
She slowly started to make
herself a sandwich. Her hands were steady as she worked, which surprised her.
The sound of the shower
could be heard even over the kettle boiling. Leaning against the counter, she
ate her sandwich, thinking about everything that happened. Claire had quit work,
but Rachel had always thought it was down to being pregnant.
Shaking her head, she
nibbled on the sandwich, wishing with all of her heart that she could make
sense of the feelings crashing throughout her. Nothing was making sense. Not a
part of her was willing to come up with a good enough argument. Christian had
been part of her life for a long time. The thought of cutting him out was the
furthest from her mind.
He cleared his throat, and
she jerked up, seeing him standing before her. A towel was wrapped around his
waist, and his hair was wet.
Neither of them spoke,
simply looking at each other.
Chris would take over every
part of her life. He would stop her
with his lips. Hearing her protests was starting to piss him off. She submitted
to him, opening her lips and letting him inside.
She pushed him away. His
cock was still inside her, and he couldn’t move that far.
“No, I can’t let you take
over my life like that. I need to work.”
He pressed her hands to the
bed. “You’re not working jobs where men take bets on getting into your pants.
I’m not letting that happen to my woman.”
“We just had sex.”
“Yes, you’re mine. You knew
this was going to happen. Stop fighting it.”
“Is this what you did to
Claire?” she asked. Her anger was clearly getting the better of her. He wasn’t
going to let her bring his dead wife into this. Claire understood him, and she
knew Rachel would be better than she was.
There was a part of Rachel
that needed taking care of. She always brought the protective side out of him,
and as the years passed, he’d pushed the attraction away from him. He couldn’t
lust after Rachel. She was out of bounds. Never once in all the years he’d
known her had he seen her as a kid. She’d been her own person, one he
respected.
“I was the guy who won the
bet at work. She was the nurse no one could get inside. I did, and I fell for
her. The first moment I could, I got her out of work. No woman of mine is
working. You’ll be at home waiting for me.” He growled each and every word at
her. Her eyes widened in shock. “Claire knew everything. She didn’t get every
part of me, Rachel. I’m not going to hold back with you. You’re going to get
every part of me.”
“Are you a dominant or
something?” she asked. Tears were glistening in her eyes.
“No, I’m not into BDSM or
tying up or spanking. This is who I am. I’m the guy; I wear the trousers here,
and you’re the woman.”
“That’s barbaric.”
“I don’t give a fuck. This
is who I am, Rachel. You knew this, and a part of you knew what I’d demand. You
see me properly.” He stopped to withdraw from her. Chris wasn’t surprised when
she wrapped the blanket around her body. He stood looking down at her, naked.
“You follow my orders even
when you didn’t have to.” Running fingers through his hair, he cursed. “This is
who I am. You need someone to be in charge.”
“I can’t believe you did
that to Claire,” she said.
“She accepted me for me,
Rachel.”
“What if I can’t?” she
asked, looking up at him.
“If you couldn’t accept me
the way I am, you’d have walked away long before now.” He turned away. “I’m
going for a shower. You’re free to join me.”
Chapter Six
Keeping the blanket wrapped
around her body, she padded out into the apartment. The kitchen looked far more
appealing than the bedroom. Walking into the kitchen, she headed straight for
the kettle. Filling it with water, she placed it on the holder. Setting up a
cup, she moved to the fridge. Her stomach was killing her. Glancing through
everything he had, she grabbed some leftover ham and cheese.
She slowly started to make
herself a sandwich. Her hands were steady as she worked, which surprised her.
The sound of the shower
could be heard even over the kettle boiling. Leaning against the counter, she
ate her sandwich, thinking about everything that happened. Claire had quit work,
but Rachel had always thought it was down to being pregnant.
Shaking her head, she
nibbled on the sandwich, wishing with all of her heart that she could make
sense of the feelings crashing throughout her. Nothing was making sense. Not a
part of her was willing to come up with a good enough argument. Christian had
been part of her life for a long time. The thought of cutting him out was the
furthest from her mind.
He cleared his throat, and
she jerked up, seeing him standing before her. A towel was wrapped around his
waist, and his hair was wet.
Neither of them spoke,
simply looking at each other.
Chris would take over every
part of her life. He would stop her
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