Children of Vice (Children of Vice #1)(55)

“So I can do whatever I want to you?” I asked, stepping up, waving my hand in front of his face to really make sure he couldn’t see.

“Yes, wife.”

Grinning like an idiot, I really wanted to see if he’d do anything I wanted. “Kneel…and kiss my feet.”

His face was hard and he hesitated.

“I knew—”

Before I could get the words out he’d taken a step closer to me and forced me to look up at him until he put his hand gently at my waist and went down onto his knees. His hands trailed down until he touched my feet and he kissed them. The moment he did, for some reason, I felt my chest tighten and I wasn’t sure from what. He just waited, still kneeling.

He was Ethan, *, cocky, know-it-all, Mr. Center-of-the-World, big bad Callahan, and now he was kneeling at my feet, waiting for me to tell him what to do.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered.

“Because you…we need it, wife,” he replied, calling me wife for the fourth time since doing this. “You need to feel like you control something. That you are different than every other woman. I need you to know you do. And you are. You control me, something no one else has ever done.”

It felt hard for me to breathe, so I had to look away from him, and I wished I hadn’t because it was then I saw his gun sitting on the center cabinet.

Reaching up, I placed my hand on his hair, which felt much softer now that I wasn’t tugging on it.

“You know I could kill you right now.”

He smiled. “If it makes you feel better, wife.”

WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM! My mind screamed and yet my body was shaking. Worst of all I was confused over whatever the hell I was feeling.

“Rough sex would have been just fine,” I muttered.

“Break your mind, wife, and your body will come soon enough.” He smiled.

“Thank you, Aristotle,” I mocked, not that he could see my face. Why was I the one all riled up? He was the one who was supposed to be listening to me. I didn’t have to keep thinking.

Leaning down over him, I wasn’t going to let him keep messing with me like this. “Kiss me…passionately, like I’m your first, last, and only true love.”

I was expecting him to call me wife again, but instead he reached out, grabbing the side of my head and bringing my lips onto his hard. My mouth opened immediately for his tongue, rolling over mine, his free hand pulling me to his chest, where he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly, preciously, his hands never moving down to grab my breast or my ass. He just kissed me with everything I’d asked for. I was defenseless even though I demanded for it. My body relaxed nto his and we both fell back to the floor of his closet. He rolled us onto our sides, my leg over his thigh, no space between our bodies. The passionate kiss he’d given me only seconds ago morphed into gentle ones. He’d break away slightly just to leave one soft kiss after another on my lips and each time he did I was eager for the next one.

“Make love to me,” I whispered against his lips.

“Show me how, wife,” he whispered back in the small distance between us. “I’ve never made love to anyone.”

He isn’t playing fair. I hadn’t even realized what I was asking until the words came out of my mouth and he replied. Because if I did I would have realized I didn’t know what that meant either…not until he kissed me.

Reaching up, I tugged on his tie until it came undone. He blinked a few times before his beautiful green eyes focused on mine. Swallowing back whatever sound was trying to come out of my throat, I smiled and replied, “Look at me like that, hold on to me like this, kiss me like you did, and take me slowly.”

“Yes, wife,” he said softly, shifting on top of me and kissing me again. Closing my eyes, my arms wrapped around his neck.

“Oh…” I moaned against his mouth when I felt him enter me as if I were a virgin…as he buried himself into me deeply, each time leaving me aching for more.

“Ivy,” he whispered, resting his forehead on mine.

“Y…yes?”

“Why are you crying?”

I didn’t even realize I was. And now that I did I tried to look away from him, but he just kissed my cheek and the side of my eye. Until his lips were at my ear again.

“You don’t play fair…”

Me? I don’t play fair?

“I can barely control myself when you smile…seeing you like this…” He kissed my ear again. “You even cry beautifully…it makes me weak.”

I held on to him tighter, trying not to become even more of a mess than I was.

“Who said you could talk?” I choked out. “I thought I was the one in control here.”

When he didn’t say anything again I glanced back up at him, and he was smiling at me gently, a light layer on top of him.

“Forgive me, wife,” he said before kissing me again and as he filled me I never wanted to leave the floor of the damn closet.





ETHAN


For the first time since I met her she was quiet as we ate on the floor of our bedroom. After my closet experiment, we lay there wrapped in each other’s arms for almost an hour until her stomach growled and I called for an early dinner. It was already four in the afternoon. I did my best not to watch her as she ate her yogurt, still dazed, but failing. However, it proved I made the right choice. Did I want to tie her up and have my way with her…yes. Did I hate taking orders from anyone…also yes. But Ivy was used to rough, and while that thought pissed me off to no end, I tried to think of it only in the context of her life and not anyone she’d been with before me. Yes, I am chauvinist, what-f*cking-ever. Either way, I figured if I’d done what I wanted she wouldn’t have been fazed much.