Housewife Gone Wild by Thanddeus Embereley novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Jared’s gift today was quite unique. Stunned, I felt his lips igniting a fire on mine. When the night breeze swept in from the doorway, I felt a chill and pushed him away, “Let’s go upstairs.”

His eyes were unreadable. He gave a rough grunt in response and stood up.

I glanced at the gleaming box of gold bars, closed it, and carried it upstairs.

Jared seemed at a loss for words.

Once upstairs, I placed the box on the nightstand and opened it to admire the gold.

Jared entered the room after me, seemingly having lost interest. Seeing me staring at the gold, he leaned against the door and asked, “Do you like it that much? Still looking at it?”

I smiled at him. “Not just like; I love it.”

Jared thought I was being completely unreasonable, but the fire within him reignited. He walked over, cupped my face, and kissed me deeply and intensely.

Fulfilling my marital duties wasn’t something I found burdensome. Jared had a good physique, decent stamina, and his performance could earn a good eighty percent. As a woman, I felt perfectly entitled to enjoy the pleasure he brought.

“Focus…” Jared noticed that I occasionally glanced at the gold beside the bed, and his grip on my face tightened.

After one climax, my interest waned, but Jared continued determinedly.

He manipulated me as he noticed my lack of enthusiasm, feeling utterly humiliated. He redoubled his efforts, and despite my disinterest, he managed to bring me to climax twice more.

Finally, Jared kissed me forcefully and held me close.

“I’m tired. I want to sleep,” I said lazily.

“Done already? The night is still young.” He suddenly pressed against me from behind.

After some time, Jared sat on the edge of the bed, his expression unreadable. He stared at me and asked, “You seemed distracted earlier. What were you thinking about?”

“You like it, don’t you? I’m just catering to your preferences,” he replied sarcastically.

“Yes, I do like it. But I’ve had many things I liked before, and you didn’t always remember them.” I turned to study his face. His cheeks were slightly flushed, making him look healthy and youthful.

Jared seemed surprised. “Only sixty? I put in quite an effort just now, for more than sixty minutes.”

Leaning back in bed, I stretched my arms and spoke calmly. “The truth is, you don’t really love me, do you?”

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