The Tyrant's Wife

“I don’t think Angela would allow it.” She waited for Zaria to nod and decided to bait her. “Do you want a white gown?”

“Uh-huh.”

She rolled her eyes. Realizing she had been silent for a while, Zaria finally looked up.

“Well…”

“Tell me what’s going on, before I have Zeus hack into that phone, find out who is causing you so much distress and pull their head out of their body.”

She smiled. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“Not if it involves you looking this distressed.” Ximena shut her notepad and waited for Zaria to tell her what was going on.

“The Sparks are after me.” She downplayed it, then pried for the notepad Ximena was holding. “What was that you were saying about Angela? Didn’t she leave the country?”

.....

Ximena raised her brow. “I agree with Lucy—even though she hasn’t said it yet—the only way for the Sparks to get out of your hair is if they are dead.”

“Urgh.” She groaned. Not only did she not want to hurt anyone, but she knew it would hurt Norman if they hurt Ava. Why couldn’t they be a normal family?

At the same time, she had known for years that her family was far from normal.

“Do you want me to do the honors?” Ximena asked, and Zaria knew she was referring to getting rid of the Sparks family. She would have laughed if she didn’t think Ximena was serious about it.

“Would you kill for me?” She asked half-jokingly.

Once again, Ximena rolled her eyes as though to berate her for being too full of herself. “I would, but only because I know you would help me dispose of the body.”

“Let’s not do any such thing for now, okay? They are Natalie’s parents after all.”

“And for some reason, you don’t think Natalie would be their weapon against you? They know you two are friends now. What if she used your trust in her to do something you would never see coming?” Ximena was concerned.

If Natalie was not Desmond’s friend, she would have been worried about that. She was not stupid enough to think her friendship was worth any price Natalie had to pay, but she was certain of one thing. Natalie would rather die than do anything that would hurt Desmond.

Seeing that Zaria would not relent, she reluctantly gave in. “Fine. But if anyone tries to lay a finger on you or my godchild, I’m skinning them alive.” She squinted her eyes at the mention of her godchild. She suddenly wondered which side Alyssa was on after their little chat. Deciding it was not worth her time thinking about a woman who may not see right from wrong, she stood to leave.

“I have to get to work. Let’s have dinner together later, shall we? I need to ask you a few questions about Morel Beauty.”

“You can ask me now.” She offered, only for the reminder on her phone to go off. Ximena winked, as if she already knew it was time for her to get to work. “See you this evening then.”

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Ximena had been having a hectic morning, hence her decision to have breakfast with Zaria out of the blue. It worked like magic, as usual. She didn’t even need to tell Zaria how she was feeling. Her friend’s presence was enough to wade off all her worry. Besides, Zaria already had a lot going on and the last thing she wanted was to dump her work troubles on her.

Once she had delivered the makeup set she had decided to drop off on her own, she returned to her office, only to be pushed against the door as soon as she walked in. Her first reaction was to launch a punch. Her attacker knew she would do exactly that, and he grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head. Her heart was racing fast. He was only able to pin her down because by the time he did so, she had felt his scent and knew it was Liam.

“What a fun way to welcome me.” She smirked. His lips crashed on hers before she could say anything else.

She was almost furious. She had dropped by Preston and Fort Group, hoping she would get to see him and he wasn’t there, and now he was showing up at her office and ravaging her lips like his life depended on it? She wanted to push him off nearly as badly as she wanted to lock the door behind her and let him have his way with her.

Only, he was not going to have his way with her if she had anything to say about it. She was going to have her way with him. So she nudged him off her gently.

“Xim,” He groaned in complaint when she stopped him from kissing her.

She pushed the door behind her and locked it, then rose on her tiptoes and pressed her lips firmly against his. She tugged on his tie and when it wouldn’t get out of the way, she ripped it off his neck. His hands were roaming all over her body hungrily, undoing the buttons of her blouse and unzipping her skirt with insane speed. She knew he was holding himself back because she had to get back to work. If not, her buttons would be pinging all over the marble floor.

She gently took his hands off her and pushed her to sit on her leather chair, then she pinned his hands together behind him and tied them up.

He was amused looking up at her. “What are you up to?”

“I know something you might enjoy watching.” She swiveled the chair around so he would face him and slid her blouse all the way down, then her skirt. She stepped a few more feet away from him and unclasped her bra. When her boobs were free, she cupped them in her hands and pinched her nipples a little, the same way he usually did. Her moan was like gasoline poured over raging flames.

He tried to push the chair and get to her but it was stuck in place. She had locked it in place. He didn’t know her chair had such a mechanism but it made sense. If Ximena wanted to tie him down, she wouldn’t do so knowing he could get to her either way.

The woman was a little tease. She stood with her back pressed against the wall and parted her legs, then she slid her hand between them.

Her panties were soaking wet and the sight of it made him so hard he thought he would explode. She nudged the little fabric aside and slid a finger into her wetness. He groaned. This woman was going to kill him.

She thrust her finger in and out of herself, driving him crazy with each restrained moan that left her mouth. Just when he thought he was going to explode, she walked over to him and unbuckled his pants. His cock sprung out of his boxers as soon as she pulled them down. She licked her lips hungrily, but before she could close her lips around him, he snapped the tie off his hand and grabbed her.

“Someone’s impatient.” She grinned and gasped when his palm landed on her butt.

“I’ll punish you for that little stunt.” He growled. He gripped her by the waist and stood, carrying her to the desk. He put her on the edge of her desk and parted her legs. Her panties were torn off faster than she could process it and before she could react to it, he positioned himself at her core and pushed into her in one hard thrust. He clasped his hand over her mouth to stifle her moan and pulled almost all the way out of her, slamming into her with unrestrained force.

“You like it when I fuck you hard, don’t you, naughty minx?” He growled in her hear, slamming into her again and again. She felt the pressure build in her core faster and harder than ever.

He pulled out of her and turned her around. Her boobs pressed against the cold desk but his skin was much hotter against her back. He entered her roughly, reaching between them to rub her clit at the same time to tip her over the age. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tornado, making her body tremble in its wake.