CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

ARIES

I have so many conflicting emotions right now that I feel like my fucking head might explode. The pure raw aching need to take her into my arms, and kiss those lips I've been dreaming about for six years is visceral. The anger that burns through me, with the knowledge that she kept our son from me for his entire fucking life, has me seeing red. If she were anybody else, it wouldn't be safe to be alone with me right now. Add on top of that the fact that I'm hurt, that all those years ago she wouldn't fucking listen to me. If she loved me, then I should have mattered enough to at least hear me out. I've had about a hundred fantasies of finding her, and groveling until my fucking knees turned blue, to get her back. I would've done everything but now it's even more complicated than it was before.

She takes her cell phone out and appears to be texting someone and I tell her, "I want to be in my son's life."

I walk over to her and place my thumb and forefinger on her chin, tilting her head back. I stare into her eyes, "I want to be in my son's life."

"You didn't want children," she says in a small voice.

Chuckling, I release my grip on her, "Yes, Dalia, that's true. I never would have gone out of my way to have children, but I wouldn't walk away from one either. Do you really think I'm not intelligent enough to know unprotected sex with a woman not on birth control can result in having a child? I would've been there for fucking everything, Dalia. Goddamn it. You robbed me of six years."

She folds her arms over her chest, "I thought you would want nothing to do with him."

Groaning, I rub my aching temples, "I can't believe you did this."

"I'm sorry, Aries. I'm so sorry," she whispers before clearing her throat and continuing, "He's going to stay with the nanny tonight but if you want to come back tomorrow, you can spend time with him."

My gaze focuses on her, and as I step forward she steps back repeatedly, until her back hits the glass wall, leaning down, I tower over her, "Am I being dismissed, Princess?"

Her breathing quickens as her eyes dart between mine, "I don't know what you want from me, Aries. I don't understand why you're here."

The scent of everything Dalia envelops me, threatening to cause a frenzy, one that will have me doing the one thing I swore I'd never do again. Taking her without consent, because I fucking need her. As much as she pisses me off, I still want her.

"What do I want from you? The same thing I've always wanted. Fucking everything."

She places her hands on my chest, I think to keep me from getting closer, but her plan backfires because it only drives my need for her, "It's been six years, Aries. Six years. Surely, you moved on."

Moved on? Like that is even possible. I spent the last six years of my goddamn life being all consumed with finding her. It's the most intense obsession I've ever known.

"Is that what you did? You moved on. Is that why you want me to leave? You have another man that's going to walk through that door? Another man raising my son?"

Her eyes widen as she watches me, like an animal in fear of being attacked, "Yes, I tried to move on, but there has never been anything serious. I've been focused on raising my son."

Arching an eyebrow I tell her, " Our son."

"Right. Sorry."

I place my hand on the side of her neck, feeling her pulse pounding against my hand, "You've let other men inside that pretty little pussy of mine?"

She averts her gaze and whispers, "Yes."

The need to reclaim what's always been mine is intense and instant. I slam my lips to hers and she turns her head away from me, breaking my attempt at a kiss, "I'm seeing someone."

In all the fantasies I've had of seeing her again, those words were never part of what I imagined.

"Is that so?"

Dalia nods slightly and I chuckle, "That's over now, baby."

Her eyes snap back to mine. "Are you in love with him?"

"No."

Good fucking answer.

"Does he fuck you like me, baby? Do you come so hard you can barely see straight?"

"No."

Sliding my hands around her neck, I hold her head so she can't dodge me this time, "I bet you picture me while he's fucking you, don't you, baby?"

"Cocky asshole," she whispers, "I'm not even dignifying that with a response."

Lowering my head, I inhale the scent of her sweet neck and run my tongue just below her ear before taking her lobe into my mouth and sucking, "You don't need to respond, baby. We both know the truth, and I've always preferred you screaming my name over talking."

"Aries, stop it. I don't cheat. Just stop."

I smirk at her, "What's his name?"

She huffs in annoyance, "Seth."

Reaching into her pocket, I grab her cell phone and she gasps, "What are you doing?"

I can't help the grin on my face, "Making it so your conscience is clear."

Opening up her contacts, I quickly find this Seth asshole and text him.

Dalia: It's over. My husband is back. I'm his. If you contact me again he will kill you.

I show her the screen and she rolls her eyes, "You're insane."

My eyes drop to her lips and take in the perfection I remember so well, "I've always been crazy when it comes to you. I can't see reason, all I see is you."

Pressing my lips to hers is like coming home. The softness, the warmth, the way she parts them on a sweet little gasp, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth. Fuck. She tastes as sweet as she did in my memories. Kissing her is like the most intense hunger, and relief, I've ever experienced.

Breaking the kiss, I stare at her wide eyes filled with lust, her puffy lips, and I know I'm nowhere near done.

"I'm going to devour every fucking inch of you. And you are going to be a good girl, and give me what you've been denying me for six long fucking years."

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, she grabs my hands, stopping me, "Aries. I don't look like I used to. I don't look good naked."

I stare at her incredulously. Is she insane? I have no doubt every inch of her is still absolute perfection.

I pull her tiny little gray tank top over her head and toss it onto the floor. Glancing over my shoulders at the clear glass, I realize this is not the place to have her.

I grab her hips, and toss her over my shoulder, "Which way to the bedroom?"

She giggles, "Upstairs. Why?"

Smacking her ass as I walk back through to where I initially came in, I growl, "Nobody gets to see what's mine. I'd hate to need to kill your neighbors."

I walk to the first door and she says, "Down the hall. That's Ares' room."

Making a mental note to check my son's room later, I walk down the hall to the master bedroom, kick the door shut after I enter, and set her on her feet near the bed. It's a cute bedroom, all purple, like the door to the house. A king-sized bed with a black wrought iron frame and a girly lavender comforter on top. There's a bedside table with a small matching lamp on top of it. Above the bed sits a large oil painting of a purple dahlia. She stands in front of me wearing a purple lacy bra, and gray shorts that matched her shirt, but this won't do. I need to see all of her. Every piece of her is mine.

I hook my thumbs into the sides of her shorts and pull them down, as I lower myself to my knees. She places her hands in front of her, like there's something she's trying to stop me from seeing. I grab her wrists and flash her a glare, "What do you think you're doing?"

Unshed tears fill her eyes, "It's ugly. Please don't look at it."

Forcefully, I pull her hands away from her stomach and stare at the thick white line, "What is this? What happened, baby?"

I'm immediately concerned that someone hurt her, and am fully prepared to add another man to my list of people to kill.

"I had a c-section."

Glancing up at her, "This is from birthing our son?"

She nods, and I trace my fingers over it before kissing the scar, "This isn't ugly, Dalia. It's beautiful like the rest of you."

I notice the movement in her throat as she swallows hard, "Thank you."

Pressing my face against her thin lacy panties, I inhale the scent I've missed so much. I suck her clit between my lips through the thin fabric, and she grabs onto my hair with a sweet little whimper. I'm not sure if she's doing it for balance, or to hold me in place, but either way I'm fine with it.

"Oh my God," she moans while digging her nails into my scalp and it makes me absolutely fucking feral. I reach into the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs with her shorts, "Step out. I need to taste you. I need to fucking drink every drop you give to me."

While she unsnaps her bra and removes it, I remove my shirt while my gaze travels up and down her body, taking in every inch.

"We need to have a responsibility conversation."

I arch an eyebrow, "Well, we already have a child."

Giggling, she says, "I'm on birth control. I'm not worried about that. We've both been with other people. Have you been tested? I have, I'm clean."

I groan with the pain of knowing other men have been inside my wife. Yes, she's still my wife. I've always thought of her that way, and I always will.

"I have not been tested."

She sighs with disappointment, "Then you need a condom until you have been."

"Baby, you are the last woman I fucked."