Beautiful Revenge (A Good Wife #1) - Sienna Blake Page 0,47

to go to Dimitri in his guest room. I am to present my body to him. Like it’s some sort of prize.

I fume as I sit at my dressing table, snatching a brush through my hair. Bastard. I refused him the other night when he asked me to go to bed with him. This is his way of screwing me anyway. Yet again, you win, Dimitri.

I want to completely hate this, hate him. For some stupid reason, my panties are damp. My core is vibrating with anticipation. A part of me wants to be used by him. I’ve dreamed of this night, fantasized about it for seven years since the day I met him.

I know that I won’t go through with my earlier idea of dressing in the ugliest pair of sweatpants and most oversized shirt I can find.

I can’t deny it. I want Dimitri to want me.

I hate that I want him to want me. I hate that even after all these years, after the way he’s treated me, even after this insulting request, I still want him. I want him like a sickness. Like a disease.

I slip on my sexiest lingerie, a matching lace set with G-string and balcony bra from La Perla, covering it with a silk robe. My hand trembles as I drag the mascara wand through my lashes. My breath shakes as I apply my blood-red lip stain and blot.

As a single act of defiance, I straighten my hair. It hangs like a golden curtain over my shoulders. Then I slide my feet into a pair of nude Christian Louboutin heels, the red lacquer underside like blood. I square my shoulders and leave the safety of my bedroom. I sense that the woman leaving is not the same one that will return.

I don’t even know how I make it down the hallway. I feel dizzy. Tipsy. I don’t fear that I will be seen. The servants have been given the night off. My husband has taken Emily out for dinner. Dimitri and I are alone in this entire manor, in this entire estate.

No one to hear me scream.

I shudder at the thought, the ache growing between my legs.

When I reach his bedroom door, my heart is beating like a drum. I get one night out of my contract. One night. Emotion wells up inside me. I have been waiting for seven years to be with Dimitri this way.

Two years of his holding back. Five years of a passionless marriage.

Dear God, I am ready. I am more than ready. I am standing at the edge of this abyss and I can’t wait to fall.

Underneath, my skin trembles. I fear this night will ruin me. One night won’t be enough.

I lift my hand to knock.

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Dimitri

One night.

Tonight.

I shower quickly then dress in freshly pressed slacks and a crisp white shirt. I shave. I don’t want my stubble scraping against her soft skin. When I find myself dabbing cologne on my neck, I scowl.

I shouldn’t be giving a shit about my appearance or how I smell. She is here for me. To please me. My final triumph. My victory over her and her spineless husband. What the hell was I doing treating this like some first fucking date?

I tear off my button-up shirt and pressed dress slacks and wrap a bathrobe around me instead. What’s the point in clothes? All these things I’m just going to take off again anyway.

I catch a look at my face in the mirror. I look…terrified.

I hear a knock on my door.

She’s here.

I tighten the bathrobe around me.

I am in control.

“Come in.” I grimace at myself when I hear the shake in my voice. I’m as nervous as a teenager before prom.

The door opens slowly. She steps inside and leans against the door after she shuts it, her fingers gripping the painted wood behind her. She’s wearing a silky robe wrapped around those curves I am dying to see, a bow on the front like she’s a present. My dick twitches. She is a present. She’s a present to make up for the years of torment she put me through.

I take a step towards her. “You know, I was only half joking when I asked your husband for a night with you as part of the deal. I couldn’t believe the worthless piece of shit said yes.” My lip curls up as disgust spreads bitter on my tongue. “If you were my wife, I would never let another man touch you. But your husband