"I don't think I need to demonstrate my worth in this way. "
She asked, "You can't answer it, can you? Yours is February 25th,You enjoy boating, You dislike spinach and have a bee allergy. You have three older sisters named Mirabella, Sophia and Angelica-"
He cut her off abruptly, slicing an impatient hand through the air in front of his face.
"This is creepy and borderline stalkerlike, and it only serves to highlight how much information you have about me, which, I must admit, makes me feel uneasy. "
She shook her head and said, "Hardly stalker like, I married you because I loved you, and I wanted to get to know you better. We have been living together for more than a year. These are the kinds of basic facts that married couples know about each other. I had to learn it all by myself. my hobbies, coffee preferences, or birthday is not a secret. so the reason why you didn't want to get to know me is simple: you weren't interested enough. Regardless of your sudden pretended interest in me, that's how it has been for the past 22 months and how it still is."
She raised her hand to silence him as he began to speak, and she was shocked when he actually stopped talking.
Despite having a huge lump in her throat, she managed to say, "I know now that I wasn't the bride you would have chosen for yourself,"
but she was unable to look him in the eyes as she admitted the painful truth.
"On the night of our wedding and every day after, you made that pretty clear. But I believe that I at least merited some sort of respect in return. "
She bit her lower lip to stop its trembling and wrapped her arms around herself. He continued to look at her deeply without saying anything in response.
He finally admitted, "I'm not really sure what you want me to say," and she grinned sadly.
She nodded her head in agreement and said, "I know, That's is just the one of our issues"
Unexpectedly, he pushed himself away from the table and took the few steps unnecessarily to stand directly in front of her. Theresa made every effort not to cower in the face of his brooding gaze as he hovered menacingly above where she was sitting. Then, to further surprise her, he squatted down in front of her, his hands resting on the chair's arms, trapping her inside.
His sexy voice deepened as his voice grew a little lower, "I may not know these things you asked of me, Elizabeth,But I know you".
She shook her head mutely, startled by his nearness and his intense gaze. This time, he was undoubtedly not dodging her gaze; instead, he was simply giving her a direct and unflinching regard. She wished she could look away and run away, but she was unable to even breathe. She felt like a deer caught in headlights and wished she could do anything but stare.
Theresa tensed not to flinch as he raised one hand and she braced herself for his unwanted touch.
When his fingers touched her lips, she eventually jumped a little.
His voice had gotten even lower, now little more than a seductive rumble, and Elizabeth's lips had started to part slightly.
"I know what makes you tremble with desire," he said.
"I am aware of the best places to touch, kiss, and sucking. I am skilled at causing you to groan, scream, and sob in ecstasy."
When she finally found it, she said, "That's just sex,"
but she hardly sounded confident. He simply grinned while lifting his other hand to frame her face with his thumbs stroking across her cheekbones and his fingertips digging into the soft hair at her temples.
She protested, with the same lack of conviction as before, "It doesn't solve anything.".
He shrugged his shoulders carelessly, "Maybe not But it feels great"
Considering the fact that he had never kissed her on the lips, she muttered, "But we don't do it right."
She realized, somewhat belatedly, that he might have misinterpreted her remark. If it meant that he would stop this blatant seduction of her senses, she was fine with that. His fingers stopped moving.
She could him trying not to get angry as he asked, "What do you mean?".
"I always thought that I would make love to my husband one day. We have sex, so we don't do that, do we? we fuck" She uttered a word that she had never in her entire life used, and Anthony flinched slightly in response. The soothing stroke of his fingertips came to an abrupt end.
"You shouldn't speak in such a way" he growled. "It doesn't work for you!".
She defended herself vehemently, "Well, it's what you once called it.
"Never would I."
"But you did" Elizabeth the started
she anticipated Anthony's denial
"our wedding night" she finished As she thought back to her youthful innocence. That he night moved all the way to the edge of the bed in an effort to get away from her when she reached over to cuddle with him. He pulled away and looked with disgust as he said " I will warned not to mistake what we did for a romantic gesture, so get rid of any of those thoughts. It's only fucking"
His words stunned her that night as she watched him head to the bathroom and heard the shower turn on.