Page 86 of Red My Lips

Jill stops just inside the door and takes in the whole scene as she processes. When she looks back at me, I can see the confusion dissipating as the excitement starts to settle in.

“Is that…?”

“The man who groped you at the bar last night.” The memory has my tone darkening.

“So this is what you were doing while I got my facial?”

“I had to keep myself busy somehow,” I reply with a smirk. She leans up to capture my lips in a sensual kiss, allowing my tongue to dance with hers. She tastes like everything I’ve ever wanted. When she leans back, an amused smile tugs at her full kiss-swollen lips as she swipes her lip gloss off my mouth. I’m tempted to pull her back in, to indulge my insatiable craving for her, but then she pulls away to get a closer look at her present.

Walking over to the pathetic asshole, she stops just a foot away from him. His eyes, wide with fear and glassy with pain, dart between me and my beautiful wife.

“He looks like he’s been crying,” she comments, tilting her head at him. I walk up behind her, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her against my side.

“I may have shattered every bone in both of his hands,” I say, my hold on her remaining nonchalant despite the violence edging my voice. She looks up at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers, and my anger at the fucker spikes all over again. “He touched you.”

“He did.” The sharp edge to her voice speaks to my violent urges. “I wonder what color he bleeds.”

“Fuck, I want to watch you find out.” I need to. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the knife I sourced for this very moment. Jill’s face lights up with a radiant smile when she sees the switchblade, its warmth touching the deepest, darkest parts of me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her smiling like that for the rest of her life.

When she reaches out for the switchblade, I keep my hold on the knife to tow her close enough to kiss—I can’t help myself. I don’t want to. My mouth clashes with hers to pour all of the passion and attraction I feel. I’m so turned on right now, it’s all-consuming.

Jill is all-consuming.

My wife.

“You look so pretty with my ring on your finger,” she comments. “My husband.”

One of Jill’s hands grasps mine left hand, lifting it to her mouth. Her lips press to my wedding band, eyes on me, as her teeth nip at the metal—the sign of my devotion. I all but nut in my pants at the sight of it, an inebriating cocktail of potent lust and unadulterated love surging through me until I feel invincible. With this woman, I can do anything.

For this woman, I will do anything.

Letting my hand drop, she turns to the man awaiting his fate. The resounding metallic chink as her switchblade springs open makes the man start to panic, pulling at his restraints. With Jill’s step closer to him, my anticipation rises, adrenaline coursing through me. I’m so hard right now, so ready to watch my soulmate indulge her dark urges.

She glances at me over her shoulder, eyes bright with excitement with a smile that’s all for me. My adoration for this woman is overwhelming, it threatens to swallow me whole like a black hole. There has never been anything more beautiful than my wife, unapologetically twisted, sensually dark, and mine.

Forever.