The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 260
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260 Troublesome character

“Is everything okay?” Desmond asked when he arrived. Zaria had rushed over to stop Ximena earlier and had only told him what was happening while on her way to Liam’s house.

She melted into his arms as soon as he entered the living room, where she had managed to make Ximena sit and have a glass of milk.

“Yes. Though I can’t believe he really let her meet Angela.” She facepalmed. What was Liam thinking?

Or rather, he was not thinking at all. If was obvious even to the blindest idiot that if the two women met in the same space, a fight was bound to erupt and the end result didn’t need much thinking.

“He can do anything for her as long as she says the word.” He grinned, not that he was complaining. Angela would no longer have the courage to scheme so openly thanks to Ximena’s threat.

“I’ll get the two of you something to eat.” Ximena stood out of the blue and disappeared into the kitchen before they could react to her words. Liam was already there, and as soon as she saw him, she wanted to evade him.

“Ximena.” He stopped her from leaving by blocking her path.

“You didn’t hear anything.” She dismissed the topic she knew he would bring up.

“I heard everything.” He insisted. “Is that why you kept rejecting me? Because you were afraid of what my family would think?”

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“Ember loves children.” Her voice broke.

He pulled her into his arms, nuzzling his nose against her neck. “Why does it matter so much? I already told you, all I care about is what we feel for each other. And you already know how I feel about you.”

“I don’t.” She remarked stubbornly, earning a playful slap on her backside. His lips were on hers before she could utter another word. He held the back of her head as his tongue pried her lips apart.

“Zaria and Desmond are still here.” She whispered, trying to slow him down.

He held her by the waist. “They know better than to come into a kitchen with the two of us here.”

She was wearing a pair of leggings that Zaria had been carrying around in her bag for emergencies, and his shirt, which was too big for her, and one side slid down her shoulder as soon as the first two buttons were undone.

She followed his heated gaze down her chest. Her bra had been soaked through so she was wearing none. Her pebbled nipples were poking through the thin fabric. He licked his lower lip and she instantly knew what he was thinking. He was craving a taste of them.

He pushed her against the wall, ripped the buttons open and held the left boob in his hand, gently rubbing her swollen nipple and she had to bite her lip to stop herself from letting the couple in the living room know just what was happening in the kitchen. He lowered his head and took the other one in his mouth, lightly grazing it with his teeth as his free hand found its way down her body.

“You are doing it on purpose.” She hissed.

He chuckled despite having been caught. “You are not complaining, are you?”

She shook her head.

His hands roamed her body in slow, tormenting strokes, leaving her feeling weak in the knees. He dropped onto his knees and held her thighs apart.

“Liam,” She breathed. “Wait. Stop.”

He stopped and looked up into her eyes pleadingly. “I want to taste you.”

“Not here.” She straightened the shirt on her body. It was already hard enough to maintain her sanity with his hands on her. She was certain that if it was his tongue on her, she would not be able to take it. The last thing she wanted was to make her friend a spectator to her orgasm.

He stood back up and helped her button her shirt before running a hand down his hair to smooth it. He looked down at himself and she followed his gaze to the raging boner threatening to burst out of his pants.

“Well...” Her hands were itching to grab it.

“Looks like I have to meet our friends with a tent.” He joked.

“I’ll help with that.” She was on her knees before he could respond, her hands impatiently fumbling to undo his belt and pull his pants down at the same time.

“Ximena.” He warned.

“I’ll be fast.” She managed to undo his belt, which was nothing difficult but it was annoying because it was in the way. His erection sprung out of his boxers as soon as she pulled them down and she held back a gasp. She had seen his hard-on enough times to know that he was big but out of his pants, he was even bigger.

She licked his tip and that was enough proof to him that she would be fast. There was no way he would last longer than twenty seconds in that beautiful mouth with her tongue teasing him like that. She flattened her tongue and stroked his length from the bottom all the way up, all while locking her eyes with his. She swirled her tongue around his crown, earning a groan.

“Do that again and I’ll explode in three seconds flat.” He warned, and she chuckled before taking him in her mouth. He fisted her hair, thrusting his hips forward to her rythmn.

It wasn’t long before he slowed down and she knew he was close, and that was her cue to squeeze him with her lips. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he climaxed. She stilled until he had calmed down before she let him out of her mouth and got back on her legs.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Never been better.” She winked.

A smile formed on his lips. “That was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of your mouth.”

Her eyes widened. “Did you just admit to getting off on thoughts of me?” Why was that even a surprise? He had admitted to wanting to touch her boobs within three days of meeting each other.

His answer was obvious. “What do you expect me to think about when I see those beautiful lips in burgundy lipstick? They are either busy kissing me in my thoughts or well...wrapped around my cock.”

She wore burgundy lipstick once in a while, but she had no idea he thought that way of it. Should she put it on more often? She suddenly wanted to know what he would think of red on her. It was a bold color that she didn’t like much on herself, but that was only because it was too daring. She pulled it off just as well as burgundy.

“What are you thinking about?” He playfully jabbed her.

“I’m wondering whether to wear red lipstick with my lingerie tonight.”

“What?”

She winked as though she had not just said that. “Zaria must be hungry. You don’t want to earn a beating from Desmond, right?”

She did that on purpose! He hissed. Now his mind was full of her in a hundred possible sets of lingerie and red lipstick.

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The couple hurried out of Liam’s house as soon as they were done eating. It was obvious what Liam’s thoughts were filled with and they didn’t think it would be fun to give the poor guy blue balls.

“Izzie, is Zaria coming back soon?” Rosaly’s distressed voice was the first thing they heard when they arrived. The girl was curled up next to Isabella on the couch.

“Do you miss me?” Zaria asked.

“Zaria!” Rosaly jumped to her feet and bolted to meet Zaria halfway through the room, holding her hands up to be hugged.

Zaria picked her up and kissed both of her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Desmond shook his head at his grandmother, who had insisted on being addressed as Izzie even by her great granddaughter.

“What? Are you jealous that Rosaly loves Zaria and me more than she loves you?” Isabella huffed. “That’s because you are a jerk.”

“How the hell am I a jerk?”

Isabella dragged him away from the hugging pair. “Do you have any idea that if your character is proven to be troublesome, you might lose in the battle for Rosaly’s custody?”

He was taken aback. That was still a possibility earlier but Angela was currently too scared to scheme after what happened between her and Ximena. She would never dare to do anything to mess with the judge’s decision, not that she had enough influence to dream of that.

However, Isabella was convinced that it was possible. “Do you remember your second assistant at Preston and Fort Group?”

He reflexively shook his head. Before Zaria, he had had at least twenty assistants. He could still remember the faces of some but their names were long forgotten, while he was certain that others were good as nonexistent.

“Melanie. The one you fired for throwing herself at you.” He slapped his shoulder as a reminder.

The name rung a bell but it was still blurry. “I remember such an incident. But again, how many assistants have I fired for this exact reason?”

Isabella rolled her eyes. Wasn’t that because they always thought he was a womanizer? If he didn’t have that kind of reputation, they would never have assumed that they had a chance with him. But now was not the time to scold him for his fabricated reputation in the past.

“That’s not how it seems. Some of those assistants have been telling a different story. You know, no woman would readily accept that she was turned down and fired. Instead, they make it sound like you came onto them and fired them when they turned you down.”

“What’s new about that?” His lips twitched. He knew that was what they said but ignored them.

Isabella lowered her voice when she noticed Zaria walking towards them. “Melanie wants to sue you for sexual harassment.”

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