VEGASPETE🔞+KEEPING MY HUSBAND

Chapter-7[🔞+]

Note-sexual content ahead🔞...

PETE POV

IRUN TO my room and shut the door, locking it behind me. I'm out of breath, but it's not from running. No, it's because I'm utterly and ridiculously turned on. I've never been so turned on by a man in my entire life.

Vegas spanked me. He spanked me.

And I liked it.

I'm so confused...and wet. My underwear is soaked completely through. I can't help but wonder if Vegas saw how turned on I got for him.

I walk over to the mirror and glance over my shoulder, lifting the shirt of my pant. My entire backside is red and aching. I can still feel the way his large hands caressed my sore flesh between each spanking.

I bite my lip to keep from groaning out loud. Turning in front of the mirror, my hand skate their way down my stomach and under my pant and material of my underwear. My hand slide into my arousal,and I begin to stroke with my cock.

I close my eyes and imagine my husband with his hand between my legs, stroking me. I've never had so much as a boyfriend, so I have no idea what it feels like to be touched by a man. Especially not one as possessive and demanding as Vegas Theerapanyakul.

Just the thought of his hands on me has me racing to the edge of pleasure. My hand caresses the little tip of nerves until I'm crying out softly and coming so hard I almost see stars.

When I open my eyes, I stare at my reflection. My cheeks and neck are flushed, and I look...different. I feel different. I've never pleasured myself thinking about a specific man before. I want Vegas, but I don't think he wants me. We haven't even consummated our marriage yet, but I worry if our first time would be out of hate or out of love, because I have the feeling my husband doesn't like me very much.

It's like my very presence annoys him. I don't know if that will change over time or maybe after we get to know each other better. But considering the fact that Vegas barely talks to me, I don't know if we'll ever really get to know each other. I don't even know much about my husband other than the fact that he's ruthless and cruel at times. And he's always controlling and demanding. That's a given.

Shaking myself out of my inner thoughts, I go to the closet and grab a new underwear to put on. Then, I leave my room and make my way downstairs. I know Vegas told me to go to my room, but he can't expect me to stay in there like I'm grounded. Besides, I'm responsible for the mess in the kitchen, and I should be the one to clean it up.

When I enter the room, I see Big with a mop and bucket, vigorously scrubbing the floor. No one else is around, and my brow furrows as I realize Vegas tasked Big to do it by himself.

"Where is everyone?" I ask.

Big turns, and his scowl softens a bit when he looks at me. "Vegas fired them."

"Fired them? Why?"

Big shrugs his shoulders and goes back to mopping the floor. The bubbles have since dissipated, leaving only a soapy film over the tile.

"Let me help," I tell him.

"No, it's fine," he says quickly with a shake of his head.

"I want to help," I say, walking over to him.

"I said no, Pete!" he snaps suddenly.

I take a step back. Big has never so much as raised his voice at me before, so I'm taken aback by his attitude.

"I'm sorry," he immediately apologizes. "It's just been a very stressful week, and I'm taking my anger out on the wrong person."

Nodding slowly in understanding, I tell him, "I'll just keep you company while you do this then."