The Husband Beside Me(60)

I headed upstairs to our bedroom, slowly took off my dress, and placed it on the couch. I carefully took off the earrings Daimon had bought me and carefully placed them on the small coffee table that lay in front of the couch.

“What do you think, Drako? Do you think Daimon’s coming home?” Drako barked and sat down at me feet. I smiled and petted his head.

Needing a shower before bed, I walked inside the bathroom taking off my lacy black bra and panties. I turned on the water waiting for it to heat up. I stepped inside the hot shower; it felt divine on my skin as it awakened my saddened soul. The night’s events weighed heavily on my mind. The longer I was with Daimon, the more I was able to see layers of his thick façade beginning to collapse, making me see a very different Daimon, one I never knew.

“Addie.” Daimon had come home. He opened the door and I instantly froze.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I gasped. “You need to get out. NOW!”

“Addie, you’re my wife and I’ve had sex with you before. So spare me this I’m shy and modest bullshit,” he said condescendingly.

Unbelievable. Despite the truth of his words, my standing naked in the shower seemed too personal. It most definitely wasn’t keeping the lines unblurred. “Get the fuck out, now,” I snapped.

“Get over yourself, Addie. It’s not like you’re much to look at,” he said venomously.

I turned away from him and laughed bitterly to myself, maybe it would have been better if he stayed out. I knew he’d been drinking. While I couldn’t smell it, his tells were there.

“Especially—”

“Don’t!” I pointed at him, the shower still spraying hot water on me. “Don’t you dare go there,” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Go where, Addie? Your scar?” he mocked, the tip of his lips curling up into a sinister smile.

“Daimon, I’m warning you,” I snarled.

“Oh, you’re warning me? Give me a break. I could have gotten any other girl, but instead I got you,” he laughed heartlessly.

“Why did you? Why did you bother ever coming back into my life if I'm so disgusting to you?” I asked angrily.

“You know why,” he shouted.

“No! No I don’t!” I shouted back.

“Because you were easy to manipulate. You were easy to do what I liked with,” he said cruelly.

“You son of a bitch,” I said annoyed at him.

“That’s right, Addie. I'm a son of a drunken bitch,” he said fiercely.

“You come home, angry at what she did, angry at how you pity her and her sad life and you take it out on me! That’s what I'm good for,” I said coldly. “Well done, Daimon. Always the fucking asshole.”

“I try to stay consistent,” he mocked bitterly.

“That’s right. You’ve not once failed to prove how much of a bastard you are.” I stepped out of the shower, the cold air encircling my body, making me shiver. I reached for a towel and wrapped it around me.

“Where the hell do you think you are going?” he stepped in front of me.

“Leaving.” I glared at him.

“Addie,” he said low and controlled.

“Don’t.” I pointed at him.

He grabbed onto my towel and pulled me to him. His lips crashed onto mine, making our kiss painful. I banged on his chest, wanting him to get off me; instead, I lost to him as he wrapped his arms behind me, lifting me up and carrying me back into the shower. The hot water continued to spray. The pristine white shirt was soaked through, clinging to his lean muscles. He pulled down my towel exposing my body, as he continued to kiss me hard, demanding entry. I felt pathetic when my lips parted. My body yearned for him and his intoxicating smell and taste. Nothing had ever tasted as good as Daimon.

I pulled onto his shirt, ripping it open, the buttons falling everywhere. Daimon growled low in the back of his throat. He pulled away; his eyes a deep blue now, an ocean of desire and pain. He unzipped his pants and fished out his cock. He peered down at me, never taking his eyes away from mine. His one arm wrapped itself around me as he pushed me hard onto the tiled walled. With his other hand, he grabbed onto my thigh, lifting it up. He lowered himself slightly as he surged forward. My breath hitched and my pussy clenched as I felt a slight sting of pain. Daimon held onto me as a low rumble came from his chest. He sucked in air as he moved in hard long thrusts. I snaked my hands inside Daimon’s open shirt and dug my nails deep into his back, anchoring myself as he hammered inside me. My pussy tightened and quivered, almost pulling him in deeper. I rocked against his rhythm, feeling my body pushing close to the edge. Daimon hungrily fucked me and I felt utterly desired.