Hating My New Husband (Hate Love Book 3)

by B. B. Hamel

  10

  Davis

  The next day, it’s back to work.

  Avah spins some story about our honeymoon getting cut short just as the photos of Carly get published online.

  “She looks good,” Avah comments to me, looking over my shoulder.

  “Not bad,” I mumble.

  She grins. “You like her, don’t you?”

  I roll my eyes. “What are we, twelve?”

  “Yep. And you like her.”

  I sigh. “I don’t like her, Avah. She’s my wife.”

  Avah laughs at that and leaves my office, but those words keep ringing in my ears.

  I don’t know what it is about Carly, but there’s something happening. I can’t exactly explain it. I never thought I’d feel anything at all, let alone this strange, giddy excitement when I think about her.

  When I think about her tight pussy wrapped around my thick cock.

  It’s strangely exciting, thinking about Carly back at my house. I could go there whenever I want, push her down on my couch, spread her legs, fuck her rough. I know she’d take it. I know she’s always ready for it.

  And as if on cue, Carly herself shows up at the door of my office. Around eleven, arms laden with binders. She doesn’t bother knocking as Jeremy steps close on her heels.

  “I can’t stay at that house,” she announces, walks over to the conference table, and dumps the binders down.

  I lean back in my chair and look at her. “Okay,” I say. “It’s fine. You can work here, if you want.”

  She puts her hands on her hips and looks like she’s about to argue, but stops herself. “Really? Just like that?”

  I shrug. “Just like that.”

  “Huh. Well, okay then.” She sits down and stretches. “Guess I’ll dive in.”

  “I guess you will.”

  Jeremy sighs. “Anything I can do, Davis?”

  “No, thanks.”

  He nods and leaves my office with a backward glare at Carly. She smiles sweetly at him.

  “Be nice to Jeremy,” I say to her.

  “He started it. Wouldn’t let me past. So I just…”

  “Barged in, yeah, I know.”

  She shrugs. “We’re married. What’s mine is yours and all that.”

  “Right,” I grumble. “I do have work, you know.”

  “Same.” She throws open a binder. “So don’t make me regret coming here.”

  I roll my eyes but look back to my computer screen. I try to answer some emails, even though I keep throwing little glances in her direction.

  I can’t help myself. I keep thinking about last night, about her riding my cock, sucking it, licking her juices from my shaft. She was so fucking sexy, so wild, so fucking free.

  I want to spank her right here and now and get a taste of that wild girl again.

  And I bet she’d let me. Actually, I’m sure of it.

  I could lock the door right now. I wouldn’t have to say a word. She’d know what I want. It’d be so easy to walk across the room, grab her by the hair, bend her over the table, spank her ass red and raw before licking her pussy from behind and fucking her ass deep and rough until she screams my fucking name…

  “Davis?”

  I blink, coming back to reality. She’s staring at me, a little frown on her lips.

  “What?” I grumble.

  “You were looking at me,” she says.

  “Sorry.”

  “You were staring.” She chews her lip.

  “I wasn’t staring.” I grab my phone. “I need to make a call.”

  She grins at me as I dial. I’m not even sure who I’m calling. I let it ring, but nobody picks up, so I turn back to my computer.

  When did I get so fucking obvious? Jesus, this girl is driving me crazy. I should be keeping my cool, but around her, I’m totally pathetic. It’s the worst. I’m the fucking worst.

  God damn, she drives me wild.

  We stay like that for a little while. I do what I can to ignore her and she keeps her nose buried in the binders. Around two in the afternoon, Avah knocks on the door and pokes her head inside.

  “It’s quiet in here,” she notes.

  “What did you expect?”

  She shrugs. “You’re usually playing video games or something.”

  Carly blinks at me. “Video games?”

  I glance at her. “She’s lying.”

  “I’m definitely not lying.” Avah laughs, shutting the door behind her. “Red Dead Redemption, right?”

  I glare at Avah. “Never heard of it.”

  “Oh, so now you’re the serious boss.”

  “He’s showing off for me,” Carly says.

  I sigh. “You’re ganging up on me.”

  “You wish,” Avah says, winking, and I laugh. “Anyway, it’s time for that conference call.” She heads over to the table and sits down.

  “Should I leave?” Carly asks.

  “No, it’s okay,” Avah says. “Go ahead and stay.”

  I hesitate. I’d rather if Carly left, but fuck it, whatever. It’s not like I planned on paying attention anyway.

  I walk over to the table and sit down. Avah calls into the number, connecting us with all the other Bison branches, and she starts the meeting.

  It’s just a typical upper management meeting. They talk numbers, strategy, that sort of thing. I half listen, since Avah is the one that usually runs these meetings. She never really needs me, which is just fine. I’d rather let her do the heavy lifting while I get to swoop in every once in a while to solve some problems.

  “Installs have been slowing down,” one of our Seattle managers is saying. “We’re not totally sure why. We think it’s the Chinese market in general.”

  “Can someone else speak to that?” Avah asks.

  “Can’t be the Chinese,” another manager says, this time a woman. I can’t place her voice, though. “They were never our big audience, anyway. I think it’s something to do with the update.”

  “The update?” That’s Minush, one of our product developers. “No way. We’re getting positive feedback.”

  The group falls into a chorus of competing ideas and I stifle a yawn. Suddenly, Carly leans forward.

  “Uh, excuse me? I think it is the update,” she says.

  Avah looks surprised. I stare at Carly, not sure what to think.

  The voices all go silent one after the other.

  “Who’s this?” Minush finally asks.

  “This is, uh, Carly King,” she says.

  The silence is fucking deafening. Avah glances at me, eyes a little wide. She wants me to step in.

  But I want to see where this is going.

  I cross my arms and nod at Carly, who looks grateful.

  “Um, I’m just a user, but I got a new phone recently. And the product page for Bison is a little different, like the first picture is weird.”

  More silence.

  “Weird?” Avah asks. “Minush, what’s the first picture?”

  “Android or Apple?” he asks.

  “Android,” Carly says.

  He grumbles and I can hear typing in the background. Nobody’s speaking, which is a fucking miracle. I can tell Carly is sweating this.

  Minush finally coughs. “She’s right,” he says. “I don’t know how this happened but the first picture is just an image of a blank phone. There’s supposed to be a Bison logo in there or something, but…” He trails off.

  “So you fucked up,” I say.

  More silence.

  “Possibly,” Minush finally says. “Thank you, Mrs. King, for pointing out that error.”

  I grin at Carly. She’s beaming now.

  “Fix it,” I say. “Anything else?”

  Avah moves the meeting on, and things settle back to normal. Carly sits back in her chair, looking pleased with herself.

  Finally, things wrap up. Avah hangs up the phone and looks over at me. “I think we owe your wife a consulting fee.”

  “She’ll get enough sooner
or later,” I say.

  Avah laughs, shaking her head. “Seriously, Carly. That was a good catch.”

  “Thanks.” Carly shrugs. “Lucky thing I didn’t have Bison installed on my phone before taking this job.”

  I grin at her. “Really? You use someone else?”

  “I used to.” She winks at me.

  I sigh. “Typical, nothing I do is ever good enough,” I say, acting dramatic.

  Avah laughs and stands. “Thanks again, Carly. I’ll leave you two to it.” She walks to the door and leaves, shutting it behind her.

  I look at Carly for a long moment. She smiles back, clearly pleased with herself.

  “You shouldn’t have spoken up,” I say finally.

  That surprises her. The grin on her face slowly fades into anger.

  “What do you mean? I helped your stupid company out.”

  “My stupid company,” I say softly. “You’re not an employee.”

  “So I should just sit here and let you guys keep making a mistake?”

  “Yes,” I say, standing up. “You should.”

  “That’s insane. That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. That’s so pigheaded, stubborn, idiotic—”

  I walk around the table toward her and she stops speaking as I get closer. Her eyes meet mine, and she knows what I’m thinking.

  Just like I knew she would.

  She blinks a little. “What are you doing?”

  “You need to be punished.”

  “Punished?”

  “That’s right.” I stand in front of her. “Get up.”

  She hesitates. “I don’t think you can—”

  “Get up.”

  Slowly, she gets to her feet. She stands in front of me, looking a little angry, a little defiant, a little… excited.

  She makes my fucking heart beat. Also, my dick. It’s throbbing for her, getting harder by the second.

  I take her hair in my fist and bend her over the table. She gasps. As I pull her hair tight, head tipping back.

  “You need to learn the rules, Carly,” I whisper in her ear. “You may be my wife, but you don’t own my company.”

  “Asshole,” she whispers.

  I laugh softly. “You think so?”

  “I know so.”

  I release her hair and spread her legs roughly. She glares at me as I reach around to unbutton her jeans. I tug them down over her hips and slide them off her ass.

  I stifle a groan. She’s not wearing any underwear.

  “You dirty fucking girl,” I say softly. “Look at this.”

  “I didn’t expect…” She trails off.

  “Liar. You wanted me to see.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Why else would you leave your panties at home? Come on, Carly. You came in here, thinking about me pulling off your jeans, seeing your bare, wet pussy, just waiting for me.”

  She gasps as I grab her ass. She groans and looks back at me.

  So I kiss her, nice and deep. My tongue slides against hers as I cup her ass again, pushing my hard cock closer.

  “But that doesn’t matter,” I say, pulling away. “You still need to be punished.”

  I push her forward. She leans down on her elbows, looking over her shoulder at me, ass and pussy exposed to my office.

  “The door isn’t locked,” she whispers.

  “Good.” I spank her, nice and hard.

  She gasps, eyes wide.

  “Davis,” she says.

  “I hope someone walks in right now.” I spank her hard, again, again. “I want them to see you like this. Ass out in the air, looking filthy and sexy and dirty all at once. You like it, don’t you?”

  “No,” she groans.

  I spank her again. “Liar.”

  “I’m not a liar.”

  Again. “Tell the truth.”

  “Oh, shit,” she gasps.

  “Don’t make me be mean to you, Carly. I don’t want to spank your pretty ass raw.”

  “I think you do.”

  “Okay, you got me.” I grin, cock my head. “See. I’m not the liar here.”

  “Fine,” She gasps. “Okay. I like it, okay?”

  “Good girl.” I spank her nice and hard.

  She groans. “What was that for?”

  “For being honest.”

  “My reward feels a lot like my punishment.”

  “That’s right,” I say, grabbing her hair. I tilt her head back and kiss her. “Rewards, punishments… it’s all the same with me, little Carly. You can be bad or you can be good… but I’ll still get what I want.”

  She gasps as I spank her one more time before dropping to my knees, spreading her wide, and licking her top to bottom.

  She wiggles her hips as my tongue explores her ass and pussy. I know she likes it as she grasps the table tightly, her knuckles turning white.

  I slide my tongue inside her tight pussy and move up to her clit. I eat her out from behind, teasing her, pushing her.

  I lean back to spank her ass again before licking her more. I love her taste, everything about this. I love the way she reacts, going wild, moving her hips, pushing her pussy harder against my mouth.

  I stand up and slide my fingers deep inside of her. I grab her hair with my other hand and fuck her with my fingers, moving deep and fast.

  She groans, taking it, loving it. “I think you’re enjoying your punishment, little wife,” I whisper to her.

  “Shut up,” she groans.

  “You want me to be quiet? You don’t want to hear how you’re a dirty girl, filthy, fucking bad? How you need to get your little pussy fucked and sucked?”

  “No,” she groans. “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “Liar. That’s what I keep saying. You pretend like you don’t love being this filthy slut for me, but I think you do.” I fuck her pussy faster with my fingers, rubbing against her spot, curling my fingers inside. I grip her hair tighter.

  Her firm ass rolls against me. She’s panting, groaning, soaking wet. She’s practically dripping onto the floor. My cock’s rock hard, straining against my pants, but I don’t let up. I keep pressing my fingers deeper and faster.

  She gasps, tossing her head back. I pull her hair tighter.

  “Oh, fuck,” she groans.

  I can feel her coming. I keep fucking her with my fingers, pushing faster. She gets off hard and fierce, her groans low and her fingers gripping tight.

  “Fuck,” she groans.

  I laugh softly. “Look at you. You’re so on edge, you come so easily.”

  “Shut up,” she says again, smiling, breathing deep. “Fuck. You’re such an asshole.”

  “I know,” I say, sliding my fingers out of her. She watches me lick them clean. “But I doubt you’ll be speaking up during any meetings in the future.”

  “You think so?” She wiggles her hips as she gets her pants back on, her cheeks flushed. “I don’t know. That wasn’t exactly an incentive to keep quiet.”

  I laugh, cup her chin, and kiss her. I hope she can taste her pussy on my lips.

  I move back to my desk and sit back down.

  “Work time,” I say. “Playtime is over.”

  She grumbles and sits back in her chair. She opens a binder, but I can tell she isn’t reading.

  She’s too busy thinking about how easily I can get her off.

  Good. I smile to myself, looking at my computer screen,

  That’s what I’ll be thinking about all day, too.

  11

  Carly

  Three more days pass before Agent Long comes to the house for a surprise visit.

  Davis is away for most of it. He leaves the night after he spanks me in his office, leaving me alone in his big house for nearly three entire days.

  I’m pretty bored by the time he comes back. It’s Friday, and he looks exhausted, but still somehow on edge. He comes bursting in through the front door, wearing a wrinkled suit with a duffel bag thrown over his shoulder.

  “Carly!” he calls out. />
  “Kitchen,” I yell back. I’m making a cup of coffee and trying to decide between bingeing the new Sabrina or going for a run. Probably Sabrina.

  He comes into the room and tosses his bag on the floor. “There’s my wife.” He grins at me.

  I frown. “You look like shit.”

  He sighs. “I just took the red-eye from Hong Kong.”

  “Really? Why?”

  “We have a visitor coming in…” He checks his watch. “Fuck. An hour.”

  “What?” I sip my mug of coffee, frowning at him. “What are you talking about?”

  He sighs. “First of all, it’s nice to see you.”

  I roll my eyes. “Sure, whatever. You too.”

  “And second, you spoke to an Agent Long on the phone, right?”

  I go completely still. “Right,” I say.

  “Well, Agent Long is coming over for a spot check.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously. I got the call yesterday and hurried my ass back here as fast as I could.”

  “Why didn’t you warn me?”

  “No reason to make you nervous.”

  “I could’ve been studying.”

  He shrugs. “You know it well enough. And plus, this isn’t the serious interview.”

  I glare at him. “Seriously, Davis, you have to tell me.”

  “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you next time. But for now, let’s get dressed, okay?”

  I sigh. “Okay. You better shower, though. You smell like an airport.”

  “A Chinese airport,” he grumbles. “People don’t have a strong sense of personal space in China.”

  I laugh a little. “I feel so bad for you. Poor Mr. Billionaire, traveling all over the world, forced to rub shoulders with the poor people of every country.”

  “It’s really awful,” he says, nodding.

  “Did your trip go okay, at least?”

  He shrugs. “China’s China. It’s either dealing with factory owners that need to be bribed or with government officials that need to be bribed.”

  “Sounds awful.”

  “It’s not so bad, really. Once you understand how it all works, things get done over there. And the money is absurdly good, too.”

  “Good, so glad to hear you’re doing well with your totalitarian regime.”