Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

CLUELESSNESS

ERIC’s POV

Her eyes stilled at once the moment I used the last sentence. Shit! She wasn’t comfortable with that. Go slow, Eric, don’t make it seem as though you’re forcing her.

“It’s fine, I’ll go to the spa and get a massage,” I told her. “Go to bed, it’s late,” I said, patted her head, and got up. I started for the door, but just when I was about to grab the handle, her voice came.

“Who’d do it?”

I paused and turned to her. She had her eyes pinned to the bed as she asked. “Will a woman do the massage?”

‘What?’ I thought to myself, is that jealousy I hear in her voice? “Of course, women massage better than men do. Especially the masseuses here in Paris. They are really good and have a suitable touch to the body. I should be fine by morning if I get the massage done tonight.” Saying all these just to make her jealous was childish, but I couldn’t help it. It felt so good knowing that she felt protective of me toward other women. She continued tugging on her dress and I found myself laughing inwardly as I watched her.

I reached for the door again, “I’ll ask John to drop me off, goodnight.” I told her and started to walk away.

“Wait!” Her little voice called me back. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back into the room. She was still tugging on her dress and still had her eyes pinned to the bed.

“I’ll do it.” She murmured.

I turned around dumbstruck. Did she just say she was going to do it, or are my ears suddenly playing games? “I can’t hear you.”

She looked up at me this time and repeated the words I had thought I heard, clearer and louder, “I’ll do it. I’m your wife, right? It’s my responsibility.”

I stared at her in surprise. She just addressed herself as my wife and spoke of responsibility. Did she want to take responsibility for me?

“Are you sure you want to do it? I’ve got quite a thick skin.” I was warning her, yet already starting to undress.

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His hands were already starting to unfasten his shirt buttons as he warned me about having thick skin.

“I can manage just fine,” I said and saw him raise a brow, his fingers stopping in their tracks.

“Can you?” He asked, and I nodded. “Okay!”

With one swift move, his shirt came undone, and I couldn’t help glancing at him, and just when I did, I couldn’t help staring. I found myself wondering how he could have such huge abs and muscles, and finely toned skin. I felt heat creep onto my cheeks as my eyes unconsciously stayed there, on his body for too long.

I looked up at his face and our eyes met. His eyes held a kind of emotion I couldn’t quite explain, but something about the way they assessed my face, and down to my body, made my heart race. I looked away from him and climbed down the bed. Then I gently patted the space I had just left from.

ERIC’s POV

Watching her stare so fixated at me, with appreciating eyes, I felt my cock hardening. I fuckin’ want her to stare at me like that all the time. The desire to take her on this bed, right now and make love to her, was so prominent that I had to fight myself to maintain my self-control. And shit! Since when did I do lovemaking?

‘Oh Rayne,’ I murmured inwardly. ‘Just what are you doing to me?’

She patted innocently on the bed, but my dirty mind wouldn’t stop wondering in directions I longed to go with her again. I’m so dirty and messed up inside.

I accepted her invitation and lay down on the bed, the mild flowery smell of her filled my nostrils as I did, tickling my senses. And as if that wasn’t enough, I felt her little hands, as gentle and mild as a child’s, graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then, as they ran along my shoulders, my back, and down my waistline, I held myself from groaning out my stupid desire. This was temptation, and I had brought it upon myself.

As if she didn’t have any clue of what her touch was doing to me, she trailed a finger from my neck, through the center of my back, and down to my tailbone. “Does it hurt here also?” She asked so innocently and I felt my erection hardened the more, if that was even possible.

Damn! this was torture, and I was sure I wasn’t going to survive it if she continued any further. If this woman wasn’t Rayne, then I would have thought she did all these intentionally, but it was her, my little wife. She can’t do that.

“That’s enough,” I said. I wasn’t surprised that my voice came out hoarse and unclear. What man could endure such torture without losing something? Either his voice or his self-control. I was lucky to have only lost the former. She pulled away and I got up to a sitting position and I felt my erection graze my thighs.

Glancing up at her, I saw her eyes fully locked onto my erection with knitted brows. She swallowed hard, and her cheeks burned a bright shade of crimson red. “Are you okay?” She asked and I wondered how she could even ask that. While growing up, did they never teach her what erections were and how they felt?

“No wife, I’m not okay and it’s because of you.”

“Huh! Me?” She asked so cluelessly. “But I didn’t do anything.”

Fuck, how could she be this clueless? She had done all of these to me, yet she thinks didn’t do anything? Really? Her cluelessness turned me on the more. I think I need to teach her a few things about men.

“Come here!” I called, stretching an arm toward her. She delayed for a minute before starting toward me in slow steps.