whether you lived or died, and it didn’t care who knew it. Marie frowned and wished she was back home, even in the mansion, at least that was familiar, a place that had welcomed her.
“It’s not so bad once you get used to it, Marie.” He came to sit down beside her and took her hand in his.
“It seems so uncaring, so big.” She didn’t know how to explain how small she felt as she stared out of those window-panes. It was an entire wall of them, 6 by 6-inch squares sealed with lead, each one in a larger square. It must be a pain in the ass to keep clean, she thought, and then laughed.
“What’s amused you?” He looked over at her and brushed her hair away from her face.
“I was just thinking what a pain that glass must be to keep, but it’s not my job to keep them clean is it?” She looked back at him, a smile still in place. “I guess we have a cleaner here too?”
“Oh yes, no wife of mine will ever have to clean her own home. We have an image to uphold here, Marie. My family, our business, it’s ours, and we don’t talk about it in public, ever.”
She looked out at the city on display before her and saw lights start to come on as the gray haze turned to darkness. Now, the city came to life. It displayed itself, asked people to come inside to play where it was warm, where you could be whatever you wanted to be.
An urge took over, an urge to kiss him in front of the windows, to show the world who they were together, to show New York, so she did. She leaned into him, took her face in his as she climbed into his lap. He allowed her to do as she pleased and kissed her back. For a while.
It didn’t take long before her fingers were buried in his hair, her hips strained against him, and her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. She lost herself in him, and it became apparent that he was just as lost as she was when he groaned and moved. His strong hands held her to him as he pushed her back, sprawled along her body on the long divan.
“Marie, my beautiful, surprising little angel, you turn into such a naughty minx when we’re alone.” His lips played along her jaw and she turned her head so that he could follow the path down her neck. She could see out and knew anyone could see in if they were up high enough to see into the room. That thrilled her, somewhere deep inside that she’d never known about before.
“You can be whatever you want to be when we’re alone. You can do whatever you want…” His lips danced back up to the spot beneath her ear. “But when we leave this place you are my wife, do you understand?”
His hand moved down, to push her sweater up and slide down into the sweet heat between her legs. He went right for the spot that would make her do whatever he asked of her. “Do you understand me, Marie?”
She moaned the only answer she could form as pleasure took over her brain. His fingers stroked at her so perfectly, so expertly that she almost forgot to breathe. Her head tilted back, exposed her throat, and he licked his way down the skin there. She wanted him to go further down, to feel him against her naked flesh, so she ripped her sweater over her head, then threw her bra away.
Instead of traveling down her body, his mouth re-captured hers in a kiss that stole what little breath she had left. His fingers pressed into her, harder, faster, in just the right way, and she gasped into his mouth. She was so close, just a little…
“Tell me, Marie.” He broke the spell, leaving her befuddled as he pulled away.
“Tell you what?” she asked, confused. He’d pulled away, left her on the edge of getting off. It almost hurt. She reached for him, desperate to have him back, to have that feeling back.
“Tell me that you will be my perfect little wife when we’re not home.” His fingers dragged her boots, then her pants and panties away. She was completely naked now, bare to any eyes that could look into the apartment. Her eyes flicked out to see if there were any buildings near enough, but he