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“But this is concerning to me, Sebastian. I don’t think this is a coincidence that the man who touched me up in France has ended up here in the US, hurt in a car crash. The report said someone had tampered with his brakes.” I folded my arms over my chest, but before I could even add anything else, Sebastian walked up to me and backed me up against the wall, caging me in with his arms. Then, he pressed his body against mine.
The way he manhandled me, his gaze fixed on my face as though the whole universe of his desire lived in me … it made me pine for him all the more. Made me vulnerable in a way that I craved. The heat from his body ignited my own. I wanted to be back at the altar, I wanted his lips on mine again, but he hadn’t kissed me since we came back. That indescribably magic had been fleeting, and I wanted to feel it again.
I wanted what he wouldn’t give me.
“I am going away for business for a few days and I’m planning to leave you here,” he said, brushing my hair away from my face in a surprisingly tender gesture. His words filled me with dread. Was he tiring of me already? Was it the incident with Alex?
His massive erection pressed against my crotch, making me yearn to do things I never thought I could because I wasn’t brave enough. All the naughty and erotic things.
The memory of him between my legs, bringing me pleasure, sent a tingle of electricity through me.
He’s still a monster.
“I don’t want to stay here on my own,” I said truthfully, but from his frown, he didn’t like this answer. He expected me to obey him without question. He slid his hand under my black dress, up my thigh.
Sebastian had been so cold lately that this sudden sign of affection felt surprisingly hot. I prayed that he would start taking off my clothes, but his hand just stayed there.
I shut my eyes as he gripped my jaw to keep me in place.
“I don’t know why you keep thinking you have anything to say in this matter. You’re my fucking wife Marinka, but only on paper, so stop asking questions. You’re here to serve me,” he enunciated, stressing the word ‘serve’, and then started kissing my neck.
He brushed his fingers over the raised skin of my thighs, as if searching for new cuts. But I had been good. I hadn’t hurt myself again since he told me not to.
Then, when he reached my panties and the wetness there, I bit on my tongue and told myself I didn’t like it … because he was being a jerk.
He pressed closer, his hard cock against my thigh, letting me know he wasn’t unaffected.
Then, a waft of feminine perfume reached my nostrils and I suddenly realized what he was doing.
“Get away from me,” I snapped, angry tears stinging my eyes, and he stilled.
Surprise filled his gaze. All right, I might have just crossed the line here because I wasn’t supposed to be speaking to him like that, but I’d be damned if I became someone’s sloppy seconds. To be forced to stay here was humiliating enough as it was. To deal with wanting a man who in truth despised me and my name … butthis.Just no. If he’d already gone and fucked someone else after we got married—doesn’t matter the reason—it was just too much.
Of course, the way I felt made no sense, nor was it relevant. This was all a sham. Yet, common sense didn’t even feature in this equation. As crazy as it was, I cared. I was never good with rejection; I experienced enough of that at home.
He pushed my underwear to the side and dipped his finger into my folds. I yelped at the sudden invasion and an involuntarily moan escaped my lips.
“What did you just say to me?” He teased me, rubbing his thumb over my clit over and over. I tried to readjust my weight, but I couldn’t move as the throbbing between my legs intensified.
“I don’t fucking want this,” I said, even when his touch became almost unbearable, my nipples standing at attention. I don’t fucking want to be left alone in this penthouse with nothing to do while my husband goes out gallivanting and fucking other women.”
There it was—I finally said it, and once the words left my mouth, Sebastian stopped moving his fingers inside me. My cheeks were ablaze as his eyes bored into mine, searching, as if verifying I’d really just said those words. I wondered how many strikes this would earn me. Probably many, but I didn’t care.
“Are you jealous, teacup?” he asked, sounding amused as he withdrew his fingers from me and brought them to my nose. Anger and arousal danced inside me. His eyes lost that edgy, cold vibe, and warmth seeped into them.
“No, why would I be jealous?” I laughed, but my voice vibrated, giving me away. I didn’t want him to fuck anyone else. He had forced me to marry him, but I was still his wife and that was disrespectful.
“Oh, I think you are because that sharp little tongue of yours is saying things it shouldn’t,” he countered, his breath hot on my cheeks.
I went rigid as he kissed my neck, trying to resist. He was gentle at first, then bit into my flesh.
And then again, he entered me with two fingers, drawing a moan from me. Would he continue to fuck me like he did at the hotel—until I exploded? There was nothing else I wanted more in that moment. Unfortunately for me, he stopped soon after and moved his hand around, to my ass.
“You’re soaking wet for me and I wonder why I have been waiting to fuck you, now that you’re mine,” he muttered, burying his face into my cleavage. He licked and stroked my nipple, and the sensitive skin around it.
This was torture and I shouldn’t want any of it, but my body craved him. I could deny it forever, but that wouldn’t make it untrue.
“Pedro could come in here at any second. Penelope, too,” I warned him in a pathetic attempt to fend him off.
