Build And Break novel Chapter 27

"I need you to accompany me to dinner tonight. Business dinner with a friend of mine and his fiancee." He broke the silence.

"Do I have to?" Angela murmured with a grimace. She wasn't in the mood to continue playing in the farce he created.

"You're my wife." She felt the heat from his body behind her. His hand took her left hand in his and raised them up for the light to catch the glimmer off their wedding rings. It was only then she realized he hadn't removed his ring since he arrived.

Gathering up the little strength she had left, Angela turned to face him, releasing her hand from his in the process. "I'm not really your wife, Steven."

His eyes searched hers. She wished she could read him but she couldn't.

Steven slid a hand up her neck, caressed his thumb on her jaw. "The other day, I gave you a choice. You never answered."

No, she hadn't told him not to touch her again and neither did she allow him to. "And I never will." Angela gulped. His proximity was hard enough. That confrontation was ever harder.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not your wife." Her words were precisely pronounced.

"You still had let me kiss you then." His thumb moved up to her bottom lip. Then his head was leaning down. Angela remained as still as a statue. His lips tentatively grazed hers like a feather.

"Steven, I'm not..." Angela trailed off when Steven's fingers set on her lips and held her words.

He nodded lightly. "I know, Angie. I know." His both hands set softly at the sides of her face. "But I still want you."

And when she whispered his name into his ear, he couldn't take anymore foreplay. He walked them towards the sofa, laid her down gently on the cold cushions. His impatient hands peeled off the remaining clothes left on her body, her pants and thong. Then he stood up beside her, looked at her again. Yes, he confirmed, she wanted him.

Angela couldn't help but bite on her lip as she admired his body. He entertained her further by slowly removing the shirt off him. Too slowly. "Steven." Angela cried his name, pleading him.

He knew she didn't just want him then. She needed him. As so did he. As hastily as he could, he lowered his pants together with his boxers to release the hard-on that was proof of how much he really did need her.

Steven slid his body between her open legs and in one swift push, he was inside her. Angela's back arched backwards, her nails dug into his shoulder. He moved, hard. And harder and never stopped. The veins in his neck bulged with the strain of his every push. His boiling blood turned his face red. Angela moaned with his every move.

Steven had wanted to slow down. But since he touched her, it seemed he had lost control of his own body. He couldn't stop. His lips ravenously found hers, his tongue pushing deep into her mouth. Her legs and arms wrapped around him.

Angela nuzzled her head in the crook of his neck to hide the stray tear that escaped the corner of her eye. It was a tear of passion and even of pain. Steven had never been that hard with her. Yet, she just wanted to live that moment with him. That one single moment with Steven again. So just held onto him tighter.