Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

The Plan

Matteo's POV

I groaned and felt the sweet warmth against my body before letting my hand graze the softness in my arms. For a moment I wanted to get her out of my bed but the way her body trembled flooded my mind with the memories from the last night…making me recall that sweet hole that was heaven. It was almost not real. I opened my eyes and looked down before raising my head to her. “I like how you didn’t stir in sleep. Good morning,” I couldn’t wait for her to serve me in every way possible. I wanted her on her knees waiting for me to do as I please. I wanted to play her. She had made me forget my slave I wasn’t over with in the last three months.

I stared into her eyes before holding her shoulder to turn to me. I smiled looking at her neck. Her neck had five bruises and wasn’t the same as the time we took our vows last day. I had tainted her perfectly.

She looked up into my eyes and I knew I wanted to destroy her. I so wanted to fill her every day with pure pain. I wanted her to regret every single moment when she decided to trap me. “You see it is the first time I didn’t wake up because some bitch doesn’t know how to sleep like a human. I think you will be accompanying me here a lot.” I loved how she trembled when I made her feel my hard-on.

I held her ass keeping her in place. Of course, it was all she didn’t imagine. I could collect this much from the draining colors of her skin. She was expecting a gentleman as the whole world knows me. “Fuck, I was dreaming about this tight pussy.” She seemed violated at the mention while I parted her legs before mounting her. She inhaled deeply making me feel the bumps over her chest. She had a cut in the corner of her mouth that was tempting enough for me to lean in. I tasted her mouth…but at the back of my mind how she was a poor girl passed me. But I guess the most beautiful treasures are found in dumpsters sometimes. I groaned in her mouth and held her wrist that came to place on my shoulder.

“I…I want a divorce.” She pulled away breaking the kiss and whispered. I wondered how she could be this disrespectful. In only a few seconds, she managed to get me mad and that too this early in the morning. Holding her neck I pushed her down. Her body was so soft and I intentionally put my all weight on her and pinned her with my knees making her groan.

“Who the hell are you?” She gasped for air while I choked her down. The irony? I should be the one telling her how I want to get rid of my penniless wife and here the tables were turned as she keeps on taking the liberty to disrespect me!

I put more force when her nail left a mark on my hand fisted around her neck. “…I own you…” I slowly gritted close to her ear while she fought for air under me. “…you are subjected to me…” I added leaving her neck making her cough uncontrollably. I knew it was enough for a lesson to get my mood off in the morning but she proved me wrong when she tried to get me off of her. In only a second, I held her hands pushing my shoulders, and secured them above her head. A tear escaped her eye as she blinked her lashes in helplessness before trying harder to get her wrists out of my hand.

And, that made me realize how she was the first woman on my bed refusing my touch or desire for her. I do yell at my women without care and they do get scared sometimes but no one ever dared to refuse my touch. Was I this unattractive to her? I don’t know why her acts excited my body.

“Leave…me,…please…Matteo?” She was panicking but my name from such an insolent mouth ticks me off.

“Sir!...it is sir for you,” I yelled leaving her wrists with a jerk before yelling,

“Get out of here! Right now!” I yelled getting off her but only saw her curling her legs as she heaves. Pulling the blanket she was holding to herself I hissed again.

“Get out of here…you are bleeding?...” I said looking at the sheets where some drops of blood had appeared. What was she? A two-year-old? She fucking destroyed my bed.

“No…” She lied.

“Do…do you really have in you to lie to me?” I stared at her in disbelief.

“I am…am not on my periods…this…” She trailed off while I was beyond annoyed looking at her. Did she dare to lie to me? On my bed? She yelped when holding her arm I jerked her to me. “I fucking hate lies…”

“I…I think it’s because…my first time…"

“First time what?” I yelled,

“Sex?...”

“How?” I asked not knowing what she was trying to say.

“You fucking ruined my bed…you!” It was taking everything in me to hold back my fist.

“…It can happen for the first time…I was a virgin…so…” She hurriedly added covering her face with her hand.

“What are you a ten year old?...” I asked.

“...You can’t be a virgin when you are THIS OLD! You were bleeding…”

“I…I was keeping myself for my husband…I…I was virgin…I am not on my periods…I swear.” I stared at her now wondering what just happened. I do recall how I found her tight last night…So, it could be a possibility. Heck! How I supposed to know when I have never been with a virgin.

“Get out of here,” This time my voice came low as I looked away.

Fuck, I wanted her out of my face but she was taking forever. I felt her get up but was quick to get up and got in my bathroom.

“You!” I pointed to one of the two women standing in the bathroom. “…Get this woman in my room and tell Sasha to teach her some manners.” I found the woman following my order while I whispered. “I am going mad…why the fuck dad would buy a bride like this for me…insolent, mediocre…” and now inexperienced. What I was going to fucking do with her? I was wondering while the other one came to stand beside me.

She offered me her best smile before taking her hands over my shoulder. I held her chin up and stared at her full lips. Her eyes were lowered and almost close but my entire mind could only think of the moment when I touched my wife. But discarding the thought I held that woman close before getting her down on her knees in front of me.

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