Page 16 of A Sinful Gravity

I saw her red eyes, wanted to stop, but my mouth ran ahead. "Important people there. You doing that didn't just embarrass Sloane. You made me look bad, too."

Silence hit, air thick. I sighed. "Luna, I know you're upset. But as my wife, you need poise. Know what to do when. Tonight..."

"I'm not cut out for it?" She cut in sharply, stunning me. "Not good enough as your CEO wife, not to stand by you, not even for you to believe me once?"

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to." She wiped tears, breathed deep, suddenly calm. It creeped me out. "Cassian, let's divorce."

Those words exploded like thunder, shattering my cool.

I lunged forward, snatched her suitcase, and hurled it at the stair corner. The crash echoed through the empty hall.

I couldn't take the fire inside anymore. I grabbed her chin, forced her eyes to mine. "Divorce? You don't get to say that. You're mine. You don't get to leave whenever you want!"

"Cassian! That's mine—" She twisted free.

"Yours?" I closed in. She backed up, and I followed, until the wall trapped her. "Luna, from our wedding day, you're mine. All of you. Divorce? Dream on!"

"I've decided," she lifted her chin, eyes red, voice trembling despite the front. "Cassian, you don't trust me, don't care what I say. You only care about your company, your face, your deals."

"It's not that I don't care!" I frowned, touched her cheek, but she cut in.

"Then what?!"

Her voice cracked, spilling grievance and exhaustion like a dam burst. Tears fell, but she didn't wipe them, just stared.

"You never believe me. From day one of marriage, no real trust. Every word I say, you filter for issues. Every action, you check against your logic, like a cold machine. So—"

"I don't believe you anymore! Cassian." She cried, tears sliding into my palm, scorching my heart. "No matter what, your actions say you don't care."

Her tears stung something deep. I didn't know why.

But right then, I hated explaining. Hated the weakness.

Explain why I sent Sloane? Why I put dignity first? Pointless to her now.

She was stuck in her loop, blind to her own faults. Her tears just amped my irritation. No way to match it.

So I crushed my mouth to hers—rough, not gentle, biting with anger and regret. She struggled and pounded me. I held tighter, kissed deeper, and dragged her to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, rain hammered the glass, mirroring her shattered eyes.

I wanted actions to show: She was mine. I was hers only.

I pinned Luna against the cool glass of the window, my hands rough as I seized her wrists and yanked them above her head. She gasped, twisting, but I didn't let go. My body pressed hard into hers, the heat of my anger mixing with something darker, hotter.

"You think you can just walk away?" I growled against her ear, my free hand sliding down her side, fingers digging into the fabric of her dress. I tore at it, not caring about the rip, exposing the soft curve of her hip. My palm cupped her ass, squeezing hard, pulling her flush against me so she could feel every inch of my hardening cock straining through my pants.

She whimpered, a mix of protest and something else—defiance flickering in her eyes. But I was done talking. My mouth claimed hers again, tongue invading, tasting the salt of her tears. I broke the kiss just to nip at her neck, teeth grazing skin, marking her.

"Fucking mine," I muttered, my hand slipping under her dress, fingers tracing the edge of her panties. She was wet already—damn, that fired me up more. I rubbed her through the thin fabric, slow circles that had her hips bucking involuntarily."Feel that? That's what you do to me. Even when you're pissing me off."

Luna arched, trying to pull her wrists free, but I held them firm with one hand, the other delving deeper. I pushed her panties aside, two fingers sliding into her slick heat. She moaned, head falling back against the glass, rain streaking outside like it mirrored the storm between us.

"Cassian..." she breathed, half-plea, half-curse.

I pumped my fingers, curling them just right, thumb pressing her clit. Her body clenched around me, and I watched her face—eyes fluttering from resistance to haze.

"You like that?" I demanded, voice rough, thrusting harder. "Tell me it feels good, Luna. Admit you're soaked for me."