The Tyrant's Wife

Chapter 366: Making up

He sat down next to her and pulled her onto his lap. "I don’t want to keep fighting with you over this, Nat."

"I don’t want to fight with you either. It hurts too much." She buried her face into his neck.

He ran a palm up and down her back, taking in her intoxicating scent. She snuggled even closer, rubbing herself against the hardness straining his pants. He groaned.

"That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, baby." He warned. He should be holding her and soothing her, not trying to get into her panties.

"Maybe I like danger," she purred.

Now that she mentioned it, that was the best way to soothe her.

He stroked her leg while still holding her to his chest, and when he got to her knees, she parted them to give him access. He hooked two fingers under her chin and nudged her face so she was facing him, and kissed her. She gasped, and he didn’t waste the chance to plunge his tongue into her mouth.

He savored her mouth like he’d been craving all day while his other hand massaged the inside of her thighs, stroking until he reached the hem of her panties. He groaned against her lips when he found how wet she was. His lips left hers and trailed her jaw and neck.

"Dev," she moaned.

"You’re so wet for me, baby." He pushed her panties aside and dipped a finger into her wetness, almost making her shatter in an orgasm so soon.

"I was sitting on your lap." She said, her words coming in a rasp.

"I don’t think I can be gentle." He said against her neck, sucking that spot that made her melt into a puddle.

"I don’t want you to be."

He broke the kiss long enough to pull her dress off her, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed the side of her panties and tore them off. Literally tore them off.

"Devonte!" She scolded him with a giggle.

"They were in the way." He did a quick work of unbuckling his belt and hiking up a little to push his pants and boxers down his thighs. He brought her down on his cock and he could swear nothing had ever felt so good. She held onto his shoulders, riding him with as much desire as he felt, moaning as he filled her over and over. Her body shuddered with pleasure.

He grabbed her by the waist and swapped them around, shrugging off his shirt in the process. She did the same for her bra and he stopped to gaze at her tits.

"Did I mention you have the most beautiful rack? And the most beautiful and tasty pussy."

"A dozen times but that can wait." She parted her legs, desperate to feel him inside her again. He grabbed one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, using it as leverage as he pounded into her hard and fast. She was on edge and just when she thought she was going to explode, he slowed down. He kept doing it over and over, driving her to the edge and slowing down before she could tip over.

"Dev, please," she moaned. He knew exactly what he was doing to her.

"I love hearing you beg." He leaned over her and kissed her, drowning her moans as he picked up his pace again.

She wasn’t sure how long they went on. When he finally let her climax, it crashed down on her like a broken dam and she moaned so loudly she was certain all the neighbors now knew his name.

He picked her up and carried her to bed. "We’re just getting started."

She snuggled against him, not certain how he was already hard. It had barely been a few minutes since he came.

Her body felt sensitive but that didn’t mean she didn’t want him. She parted her legs and placed one on top of his so he would slide into her.

This time, he made slow, gentle love to her and it wasn’t any less intense than the first time. Then he made her come once again with his tongue and ran a bath.

She sat between his legs in the tub, resting her back against his chest as she relished the warmth of the bath.

"I suddenly want to piss you off more often. Is it too late to grab more of those tests?"

"Don’t even joke about that." He warned.

Though his semi-hard cock twitched to life against her back. Although fighting was not in the slightest bit fun, making up was quite tempting.

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The following evening.

"You’re finally here. I was starting to think you changed your minds." Ava hugged Natalie and then Devonte, air-kissing them on each cheek. "Come on in."

They followed her lead to the dining room, where a feast fit for a king had been prepared.

"Good evening, dad." She said to Owen, feeling a little uneasy in his presence.

He grunted in response and raised his glass to Devonte.

Ava’s enthusiasm made up for his lack of reaction to their presence. There was still evident distance between them, Natalie observed. But again, she had not expected to breach it any time soon. Especially not when neither of them was trying.

She opened the bottle of wine Natalie and Devonte had brought and poured it into everyone’s glass.

When she sat down, she had a smile on her face. "The Carsons invited us to..."

"I knew it." Natalie snapped. "You’re still tryuing to matchmake me with your friends’ sons, aren’t you?"

"What? Of course not." Ava frowned, but she couldn’t blame Natalie for overreacting when she had grabbed every chance in the past to get her together with anyone who wasn’t Devonte.

"They’re inviting us to their son’s engagement party."

Natalie flushed in embarrassment, realizing she’d been angry about a man who was getting engaged. "Oh."

"Would you like to come? It’s on Saturday. We can go shopping for dresses on Friday and then hit the spa."

Natalie glanced at Devonte who she knew mirrored her thoughts. He placed his palm on her knee to calm her down.

It did calm her down, but it didn’t change her mind about her conclusion. "You’re being suspiciously friendly."

"I’m your mother. There’s no such thing." Ava said in her defense.

"Uh-huh..." she hummed, letting the latter know she was not buying it. "What’s the catch?"

"None that I know of." Ava insisted. "I just want to go shopping with my daughter. That wasn’t a crime last I checked."

Natalie shrugged. Something was still fishy about this but she nodded. "Okay. I’ll check my schedule and let you know if I’ll be available."

"We will not." Devonte spoke on her behalf. When Ava’s gaze snapped to him, he explained, "Saturday is Holden’s christening. We will be busy on Friday, making plans."

"So? The christening is during the day and the banquet is in the evening." Ava countered.

"Nat will be too tired. It isn’t busy being as beautiful as she is."

"Dev," she nudged him gently in the ribs, holding back her laughter. He made it sound like a shitty excuse. Well, at least he didn’t say she had a headache scheduled for Friday, that would last until Sunday morning. Knowing him and considering how uncomfortable they both were with Owen’s silence, it was a surprise that was not what he said.

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