A sharp pain in my arm puts my brain on high alert and I jolt, quickly coming to.

The first thing I realize is I'm sore as fuck but nowhere near the pain I was in yesterday. The second thing I realize is I'm not in my room and I'm not alone. The third thing I realize is my cock is in a much better mood than I am and it's probably because it's nestled against an ass that makes me believe there's a heaven and this is the closest I'll ever get to it.

Last night comes to me in pieces. Felix. Getting shot. Mariana removing the bullet. Touching me with soft caresses and even softer words through every bit of pain. And finally, my idiotic dick not wanting her to leave when she tried to. Wanting to, what, fucking hold her through the night? And judging by the state we're in right now, that's exactly what we did.

She's still asleep, breathing in slow even breaths. My injured arm is stretched out on the pillow she's on just above her head, my other arm wrapped around her waist. I don't remember doing that when I went to sleep. I also don't remember her hand holding my wrist and keeping my arm around her like she's afraid I'll take it away. Fuck. What is this?

My face is buried in the back of her neck. Her scent stirs my cock even more than the heat of her body. It's obvious all the blood in my system rushed down south and that's why I don't have a goddamn shred of common sense left. If I did, I would get the fuck out right now before she wakes up so she won't find us like this. Find me, at her fucking mercy.

But I don't move. Don't even react when, after ten minutes of lying here and letting her consume my veins like my own personal brand of poison, she shifts in place. A moment after that, she goes stiff.

I can tell by the way she discreetly turns her head that she's trying to get a better look at me. One corner of my lip quirks and I decide to put her out of her misery.

"I'm awake."

She stiffens even more at the sound of my voice. "Oh. Um, I didn't...I wasn't this close. Before."

"And now that you're here?"

I'm not entirely sure why I ask that. Maybe because I'm still thinking with my dick. I want her so fucking bad. Want to feel the heat of her wrap and pulse around my cock. Want to hear her moans and have her writhe at the mercy of my touch. Want to hear that sweet fucking scream when she comes. It's been too long without it as far as I'm concerned.

"Did you pull me here?" She redirects the question. Typical smart mouth.

"And if I did?" I challenge, my voice still hoarse from having just woken up.

Mariana squirms against my thigh that's still pushed between her legs. I can feel the heat of her pussy and the way it's racing. She's wet as fuck for me.

"I don't know," she finally whispers.

My body has a mind of its own but by now I've learned that's usually the case when I'm in the same fucking zip code as my wife. I reach for the place where her shirt and shorts meet, sliding my hand between them until I meet skin. Mariana shudders lightly against me when I slowly pull her shirt up to her collarbones and slide my hand back down against her now bare torso. I pause at the hem of her shorts.

"Say yes," I demand quietly in her ear.

She doesn't even hesitate. "Yes."

I grab her shorts by the waistband and pull them down her legs. Mariana kicks them the rest of the way off and reaches behind her to grab my dick over my slacks. Shit. It twitches under her warm touch and I pull them down and kick them off just as fast, groaning at the sensation of her dainty hand barely able to grip my entire length.

"Grab a condom," I say through uneven pants.

She reaches in front of her wordlessly and grabs a condom from her drawer, handing it to me. I slip it on then impatiently reach for her again. My hand dips between her legs and my fingers easily slide down her wet pussy. She's fucking soaked. I play with her first, rubbing her clit in circles and loosening her up for me. Her legs spread invitingly but they don't go very far with her laying on her side. I grab on to one of her thighs and hoist it up, draping it over my hip and opening her up to me before my hand goes back to where it was. Mariana rocks her hips faster, already heading up on release.

"You kept this away from me," I growl in her ear. I rear my hand back and lightly slap her cunt, earning an aroused and surprised gasp. I shove two fingers inside of her and she throws her head back against my chest, moaning. "I kept my door open. Waited. You didn't come to me."

She cries out breathlessly when I curl my fingers. "I...I didn't think you wanted me to."

"I thought you were smarter than that, Mariana. Don't you know how to tell when a man wants you?"

I pump my fingers faster. She fucks my hand faster and whispers, "You hate me."

Wrong. So fucking wrong.

And I hate that it's the truth. It was never supposed to be this way. Yet here she is, asking all the questions I can't answer and making me realize I no longer have the control I once thought I did. She fucking ruined me and maybe that's what I hate most.

I take my fingers out of her and pinch her clit because she's pissing me the fuck off, not caring to be gentle even though I know it's sensitive as fuck. Mariana jerks, gasps and groans under my touch. Fuck her for being so beautiful.

"The only time I can stand you is when you're asking for it." I slap her cunt again and she whimpers, the sound bordering on a pleasurable sob. "So ask for it. Beg your husband to fuck you and I'll show you just how much I want your ass."

"Please." Her voice trembles. I take the wetness gathered at her entrance and bring it up to her clit, soothing the skin there and feeling her relax against me. "Please fuck me. Oh God, I need it."

"You do," I agree with a whisper. I bite her shoulder and lick the same spot, groaning at the taste of her skin. "Needy little sluts always do, don't they?"

"Yes." She nods her head fast, gasping when I pull her leg higher on my hip and slam into her in one easy stroke. "Oh! Yes, Knox."

I curse under my breath, losing air from the way her heat wraps around my cock so goddamn tight. She's soft. Warm. Addicting.

I move slowly, pumping in and out of her with levelled strokes. My hips slap against her ass every time I push all the way in, our skin sticking together from the sweat we've accumulated. She smells like sex, like her arousal and mine. I can't resist burying my face in the nook between her ear and shoulder and breathing her in, moving faster. My balls tighten and clench with the need to come but I hold it back because I'm not letting this end when I just got her.

I add my hand to the mix, reaching around for her nipples and rolling them between my fingers. She pushes her chest into my palms so I squeeze her tit, giving her what she's asking for.

"We're running out of ways to fuck without looking at each other," I murmur tauntingly. "Almost makes me want to flip you around so I can see what kind of face you make when you come all over my dick."

She reaches her arm out and drapes it across the back of my neck, holding me where my face is buried into her. "That's your door to walk through. Not mine."

I chuckle, a genuine laugh that catches me off guard. "Smart mouth."

"Asshole."

I suck on the skin of her neck, tasting sweat and something that's entirely her. I suck hard enough to mark her and something about that makes me feel territorial and consequently, hard as fuck. I don't expect to last much longer.

Mariana moans when I roll my hips into her and pinch her nipple at the same time. I feel the way it floods her pussy and coats me. "Oh God. Any minute now."

"Minute? Try seconds, wife."

I'm not coming yet but she is. I pull out of her before my dick has the chance to shoot off and flip her on to her stomach. She tries to protest until I get behind her and pull her ass up, face down. Then I bend my head to taste her.

"Oh my God." Her laboured cry is muffled against the pillows. She pushes her pussy back into my face, fucking my mouth like her goddamn life depends on it.

My arm is on fucking fire. I'm using the one I haven't injured to do everything but my other arm is moving more than it should. I can feel it swelling in protest but I don't give a shit. I can't stop. Her cunt is the fucking sweetest I've ever tasted and I'm about to get drunk on it.

I use my tongue to part her folds, flicking her clit with the tip. Then I draw back in a slow lick all the way to her entrance before pushing my tongue inside. Her pussy walls squeeze the muscle tight. If it wasn't for how wet she is, coating my tongue like a lubricant for fuck's sake, I might not have been able to pump it in and out of her. She sounds as wet as she tastes. I can barely hear her incessant moans over the drenched noises her cunt makes for me.

I raise my uninjured arm and bring my palm down hard on her ass. I don't let go, instead squeezing one side and spreading it to the side to get more of her on my mouth.

"Come," I pull my tongue out to say. I suck her swollen pussy and release it to nip her clit. "In my mouth, Mariana. Don't make me wait."

A shudder wracks through her body and I grin wickedly. She comes all over my mouth and I can barely catch my breath in time to get all of her. I suck, lick, kiss, and I don't stop even when she tries to pull away. I tighten my grip on her ass and hold her in place. She moans in protest, pleasure, groaning my name over and over again like it's the only word she knows. What I would give to hear that for the rest of my fucking days.

"Come here." I grab her hair and yank her head back, not giving an ounce of a shit that I used my shot arm in my haze. I wipe her cum off my mouth and chin then reach around to press my finger to her lips. "Taste how much you liked my mouth on you."

I groan when her warm mouth wraps around my fingers, that soft tongue sliding between them greedily. Fuck. I sink back into her without another moment's hesitation and her moan reverberates around my fingers.

My hips pull back and slam into her at a steady pace. My own orgasm starts building up again and I know I can't put it off any longer.

"Touch yourself," I order. "I'm all out of hands. Touch yourself the way you wish I was touching you."

She releases the grip on her bedsheet and snakes a hand down her body. I can't see what's happening but when she whimpers and her ass arches out against me, I know she has her fingers on her clit right now. The image in my head gets me hot, makes my balls tight. Even almost makes me flip her around so I can see it for myself.

"I'm going to come again," she pants. I watch her arm work faster. "Shit. Shit, I'm coming."

And that's my cue. "Stop."

"What?" Her movements falter like she isn't sure if she heard me right.

"Hands fucking off, Mariana. Behind your back. Let me see them."

She stops moving her hand completely, breathing hard. Slowly, and definitely reluctantly, she brings her arms back and crosses her wrists. I stop fucking her too and she pushes her cunt back into me desperately. It's far too good a sight.

"Why did I stop you?" I murmur, running a hand back and forth over her ass.

She shifts impatiently and I'm pretty sure she mutters, "Because you're an ass."

Goddamn brat. I smack her ass hard for that one and she groans softly under her breath. I smooth my hand over the quickly reddening spot. I suppose I should be thankful that she gets off on goading me. If she didn't, I wouldn't have had the pleasure of spanking her smooth and plump ass until she's bleeding red. I blow on the irritated skin and revel in the way she shudders.

"Again. The right answer this time or I'll edge you until you're fucking crying from the pain."

I pull my dick halfway out to show her just how serious I am and she makes a noise of protest.

"Okay, okay," she concedes. I hold myself in place, waiting. "I didn't ask permission."

"You didn't ask permission," I parrot. "You want to come? Fucking act like it."

She's trembling now. Trying so hard to hold on to her orgasm. All she needs to do is give me what I want and I'll make her see fucking galaxies.

"I want to come." It almost sounds like a whine. My cock twitches. I liked that a little too much. "Please let me come. Please make me come, Knox."

"Was that so hard?" I murmur.

I lean over her body and brace myself with one hand on the bed, slamming back into her knowing she's going to feel me so much deeper this way. Her moan is immediate and she buries her face in the pillow when I start pounding into her. Hard, not fast, so she'll get there right away.

I come first with a loud groan, having held it off for as long as I did. Shocks burst at my knees and spine and I have to grip the headboard to keep myself from falling over. For a second I swear I see nothing but black, I come so fucking hard. It only intensifies when I feel Mariana's cunt squeeze me tighter than a fist, clenching and unclenching rapidly on my length, soaking it when she comes with a scream. It takes all my strength to keep pushing my hips into hers and finishing us both off with lazy strokes until it's over.

I pull out and fall on my side beside her, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. I watch her do the same as she rolls to her back with closed eyes and a parted mouth that releases harsh pants. My eyes roam over her body while I can get away without her noticing. She's covered in sweat, her nipples still hard and her thighs still quivering slightly. My gaze draws back up to her face because I don't get to see it enough, not when it's writhed in pleasure like that.

"Your arm," she says without opening her eyes. "Did you hurt it?"

"No," I lie.

She opens her eyes then and I roll to my back and look up at the ceiling before she has the chance to catch me. But I'm still conscious of her and I can feel her looking at my bicep closely.

"You need to go to a doctor and get antibiotics," she decides. "And it has to be today. Okay?"

It's comical that she's ordering me around when she was on her knees begging only minutes ago. It's also what makes her so painfully intriguing. She has a strong backbone I cannot ignore or pretend I don't respect.

I nod without taking my eyes off the ceiling. The silence that follows is ironically loud because I'm here to hear it. I should have left by now. I usually do. But I lay here and I can practically hear the confusion coming from Mariana, feel her glancing at me every so often. I stay where I am for reasons I can't explain.

"You never told me how you got shot," she finally whispers, breaking the silence.

Now what? Pillow talk? What's worse is I find myself wanting to tell her, to just fucking talk to someone about the shit in my life that makes it unbearable. Why is it her of all people I'd like to share it with when her blood, her father, is the reason I lost everything?

"Felix," I end up replying. The words come out all on their own. "He got mixed up in something. It sounds bad but it is unlike him to do the things he did last night. I don't know what's making him act this way."

"Is he okay?" She sounds genuinely worried.

That she thought to ask about his well-being first doesn't escape my notice. Every day, whether I like it or not, she proves that she is nothing like her father. At least before marrying her I knew her to be my enemy. Knew her place in my life. Now I don't have a fucking clue.

"Axel would have called me if he wasn't."

"Your bodyguard?"

I nod. The silence stretches out again. I can tell she's thinking of something else to say.

"My little sister mentioned he was with you and Felix when you went to see my father. I think she has a crush on him."

I almost chuckle but manage to tamp it back the fuck down. Of course she noticed. This time I turn my head to look at her and meet her eyes. The amusement in them reflects my own.

"That's bad, right?" She bites her lip that's pulled into a half-grin.

"Awful," I agree. "Only I couldn't say for who."

She laughs softly and it does something to me. Makes my chest tighten and reminds me that I have something in there to begin with.

Fuck. What the fuck am I doing? My brother almost died yesterday. He's in this mess because my wife's father put us there. Ruined our fucking lives in ways we cannot forgive. Yet here I am with her instead of my family, the only fucking family I have left. I feel as though I'm betraying Felix as we speak and it sends a proverbial bucket of freezing water down my spine, snapping me the fuck out of it. I feel myself shut down and cling onto that because it's the way it should be. I should never have stopped.

"I have to see my brother." My voice sounds as cold as I intended it to be.

I can sense the shift in Mariana's mood too and feel how somber it becomes when I stand up and go to her bathroom to get rid of the condom. I ignore her obvious stare on me when I one-handedly put my slacks on and grab the rest of my shit. I know she wants to say something so I head for the door before she has the chance.

As much as I want to glance over at her when I leave the room, I don't. Because I know if I do then I'll just go back to her. I'd even be stupid enough to stay.

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A/N

First off, moment of silence for the smut and the fact that they STILL haven't kissed HAHA. This shit is just wild to me.

Second, loving their progression. They're still on that enemies to lovers but another level, you know? Before it was about hating each other. They both admitted they no longer feel that way. Now it's about feeling as though they're betraying their families by giving into this. NEEDING to be enemies instead of wanting it. I love that their struggle has levels because it makes their connections that much more layered!

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