Chapter Twelve

Roland gripped her hips, lifted her, turned, and laid her down on the mattress. Within a minute, he had her stripped. He stood and stared down at her. "You really are very beautiful."

He watched her start to tremble. He lay down on his side facing her. He rested his head on one hand. He used his hands and mouth to push her need for him higher. He was going to take her in the most intimate way because he knew it would bond them together quicker than anything else.

"Do you trust me?" he asked.

She ran her fingers through his thick hair and nodded. "Yes. You're the only other person I have trusted. The first one was my mother."

He nodded. "Good. I'm going to take your ass."

Her eyes widened, and she stiffened underneath him.

"Easy, Pet. You like it when I have my fingers in you, right?"

He smiled when she blushed.

"Y-yes," she murmured.

"You'll love this even more. I'll take care of you. The last thing I want is for you to hate me fucking your ass because I plan on doing it often."

Laila didn't say anything but didn't try to escape him or push him off.

He bent and took her lips in a kiss so scalding they both moaned. He kept at it until he moved down. He paid special attention to her sensitive neck before moving lower and tormenting her breasts. He could tell she was already close to coming, so he backed off a bit.

"No, please," she begged.

"I know. Just relax."

He could tell she tried, but she was already past the point of no return.

Roland leaned up and flipped her onto her stomach. He took a few of the pillows and stuffed them under her torso, raising her hips to make it easier for him to fuck her. His hand ran up and down her back as he reached into his nightstand to grab some lube.

He flipped the lid and pressed it to her tight asshole. "This will be cold, but it will warm up quickly." After tossing the lube aside, he first used one finger and then added one to push as much of the gel inside of her, and, at the same time, stretch her out to take him.

When he heard her cries and pleas, he placed the head of his cock against the puckered opening, braced his upper body on one arm, and used the other to curl around her so his fingers could torment her clit as he rocked into her.

He stopped a few times when she stiffened. He'd give her a moment to adjust but then would push another inch into her. He gritted his teeth at the feeling of intense heat and the tight grip she had on him.

"How are you doing?" he asked.

"I need you to move."

He smiled. He released her clit to brace his body up with both hands. The first few times he pushed into her, he was smooth and slow. Her pleas grew louder and more urgent, pushing him to move faster. Pretty soon, he was ramming his cock as far into her as he could. When he felt her tighten, he reached under her again and pinched her clit. The scream that tore from her filled the room. He kept at her until she collapsed on the pillow, breathing raggedly.

He released her clit and let himself possess her as he gained his own satisfaction.

His lungs felt like they were on fire as he got his breathing under control. He made sure he wasn't putting more of his weight on her, but his arms were shaking. It was unbelievable. He'd never had this kind of reaction.

When he was able, he pulled out of her and kissed the back of her head when she winced. "I'm sorry, Pet. Stay there, and I'll be right back."

In the bathroom, he took a quick shower and then grabbed a wet washcloth. He couldn't hold back the deep emotions seeing her asleep.

She was right about him being standoffish. He'd never forget the day several days before when his father walked into his office and shut the door.

"Son, I'd like to talk to you."

Roland leaned back in his chair.

"I'm pleased this marriage is working out, but…"

"But what?" Roland asked.

"But I can see a difference in your personality."

Roland scowled. "What do you mean?"

"I like that you're happy, but I don't think you're putting the same time or attention to our business as you were before she was here, and I can see it's affected."

"How?" Roland tried to keep his tone calm.

"A few men have called me and told me they have tried to arrange a meeting with you, but you're always busy. You spend a lot of time with your wife, and although that's nice, I can't have you neglecting the business. A hundred people depend on you."

Roland studied his father's expression and didn't like the closed look, as if he was trying to hide something or keep something from him.

"I can tell you with all certainty that I am in full control of the company. If you look at the latest figures, you can see we're making more money now than a year ago."

Warren frowned. "Yes, I understand, and I'm thrilled you've taken over most of the work, but you can't ignore the people we need to keep the company going. I just want you to think about it."

Roland nodded and watched his father walk out of his office. He sat back and tried to think of any work he'd not been able to finish because of spending time with his wife. Although there were a few instances where he could have returned phone calls or other correspondence with people sooner, he hadn't thought it made a difference.

He decided to take a few days to think about it. He'd spend more time in his office and try to keep her at arm's length for the time being. Deep inside of him, he knew his father was up to something, but for his life, he couldn't figure out what it was.

Now, as he lay in bed with his wife sleeping beside him, he could see where she thought he didn't care and was cold to her, and he wasn't going to continue to doubt himself. If his father had a problem with his marriage, he could stay out of the house and away from them because there was no way he was going to continue to hurt his sweet wife. She was already a big part of him, and he didn't want to change a thing.

Thinking about the incident earlier, Roland held her tightly against his chest and closed his eyes. He'd had too many shocks in the last hour. First, he sees the man's hands on her and then walks into their bedroom to see her packing to leave him.

The man who had touched his wife would pay dearly. Roland didn't kill people, but he could ruin them, and Julian was about to find out. The Society had so many professional people or experts in their field that there was nothing they couldn't accomplish.

He should have known the man would be a problem. The few times he'd been in their vicinity, he'd stared at Laila. The thought that he would take it as far as he did never entered his mind. He had to have known Roland wouldn't allow him to get away with it.

Roland was going to have the man investigated through the Society and see what they came up with because he didn't trust him at all. Now, he planned to make it up to Laila and show her how much he really cared about her so she would never question it again.