His Second Wife

Chapter 89

~Camila’s POV~ Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Robin: Ma’am, the boss, just asked me to look into the family members. It’s possible that he is fully conscious that there is a mole, but I highly doubt that.

Camila: It’s fine; just keep investigating and let me know how it goes. Find out the answer to the question that I asked you. Have you gotten any leads from Chris’s conversation with you?

Robin: No, ma’am, he just asked me to follow his brothers.

Camila: There is a strong possibility that it is not the brothers because they were merely pawns in this game. Do what I asked you to do; I strongly believe we will have a lead from that.

Robin: Yes ma’am.

After Robin hung up, I went into the room. It was already some minutes after 7. I headed to the shower. Chris and I haven’t touched each other since he found out I was pregnant. He still doesn’t know that I know that I’m pregnant. I mean, I don’t have a bump, but I can feel the changes. Things between us are a little weird, and I don’t like that my husband is always busy. After taking a shower, I went downstairs to eat dinner with my son. Chris hasn’t joined us for dinner in quite some time, and we’ve missed him. Not that he is cheating; that is one thing I do not have to worry about. Chris is now completely dedicated to me and our son. He has made it abundantly clear that he does not want to lose us, and he has not been engaging in any activity that is capable of causing harm to both me and our son. He has been a good husband and father lately. My heart breaks for him because he is so busy these days that he hardly has any time for anything else, and I feel helpless for him.

Once Liam and I were done eating, he headed to his room, and I headed to mine and Chris’s rooms. I put on my lingerie and went down into the dungeon. I know what you are thinking. I don’t think Chris will ever allow me to be a sub in my state, but he also seems scared to touch me, too. He treats me like

I’m a sick patient at the hospital. I only went down to the dungeon to wait for him to get into the shower so that I could return to the room and finish setting it up. The opening of the door took my attention away from my thoughts. I could also hear something being tossed onto the bed. Then I went out and heard the running of water in the shower. Is it really necessary for me to arrange the room? Nah, he needs me, just as I am. I decided not to set the bed; Chris has been avoiding me, and I will not take no for an answer today. I demand an explanation from him as to why he does not want to touch me. I know he won’t cheat, but I need him now more than anything. When the water stopped running, I went to the bathroom door and waited for him to open the door. When he finally came out, my lips eagerly claimed his own in a passionate kiss. I trailed my hand to drop his towel, but he held me still and broke the kiss. When he finally broke it, my lips hungrily claimed his own again.

“I can’t.”

He rejected me.

He supported me by holding my shoulders and maintaining eye contact before shaking his head.

No, it’s not happening, not when I need him like this.

I slammed my lips into his own with as much force as I could muster, causing him to groan and try to pull away from me. “Camille, stop!” He began pacing back and forth, brushing his hair back with his hand.

“Why?” It seemed as though my question had caught him off guard, and I asked, “Why, do you not want to touch me?” I made an effort to be specific.

“Look, Princess.” He halted for a moment, as though searching for the appropriate words to say, “You are not ready.”

“Did I turn into a virgin again?”

“No, you didn’t,” he stated.

“Then why?” I asked. I was this close to crying, but I couldn’t. I don’t need tears. I need a dick!

“I don’t want to discuss this with you, Camille. Just sleep. Besides, I’m tired.

I grabbed his towel, and his fly sprang free. His eyes widened in surprise. I took advantage of the situation by pushing him back, and he fell back and sat on the couch. I climbed on top of him and brushed my wet juice against his shaft. As I rubbed myself on his shaft, I could feel him expanding and bulging.

“Camille, stop!” I lifted my body a bit and swallowed him whole with a roaring moan. He blinked twice, then closed his eyes again before looking upward. As I rocked back and forth on top of him, I wrapped my hands around his neck. He started groaning as I increased my speed. “Fuck!” he grumbled, and I continued to sway my hips as I swallowed him fully. I placed both my legs on the couch and started to bounce up and down on his shaft. There was no fucking way I was going to sleep while horny like this. He gritted his teeth. I drew his face closer to mine and maintained eye contact with him as I rocked back and forth. I lowered myself and began to sway left and right, keeping his gaze fixed on me. My chest tightened up as I breathed more quickly over his ears, and I slowly let my hand slide down to his balls. I exerted great force on them, and he let out a drawn-out, ragged groan in response. As I rocked back and forth on him, I became aware that my body was shaking uncontrollably.

“Fuck!” I yelled, “Pinch my nipples.” I told him, and he gave me exactly what I asked for, and I was letting out moans with abandon now, and I couldn’t stop myself from climaxing. I was so close that I slid my index finger across my clitter and rubbed it, then put the same finger in my mouth. I sucked it in as I swayed on top of him, my gaze fixed on him.

“Did you just taste yourself, Camille?”

“I did. Is that bad of me?”

“No, princess, that’s so sexy of you. How do you taste?”

“It’s a little salty,” I said, rocking back and forth on him, “There is also a hint of sweetness right at the end.”

“Fuck!” He began pounding on me. His voice was deeper than before and I could tell he was getting to the edge. I was powerless to contain my excitement. I let out a shout, my words tripping over each other.

“I’m coming, holy shit Chris, Fuck, I’m coming!” I cried out. “I’m coming!” He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on my waist as he gave me one final shove with a groan. I got off of him and went towards the bathroom, then he stopped me.

“Camille, don’t try that again. It’s not safe?”

“Why not? Are you sick?”

“Not me, you.”

“Pregnancy isn’t a sickness, Mr. Grayston.” As he looked at me, his eyes widened.

Did this schmuck seriously believe he could pull the wool over my eyes any further?