JADE
I tiptoed into the room and walked over to the small bag that Ana had packed for me.
I was trying to stuff the bags to the bottom so that Roman didn’t see them.
I couldn’t handle his rage if he did.
The handle of the bag ripped, and one of the toys—a long, thick vibrator designed to mimic a real-life cock—rolled down and stopped at a pair of Italian leather shoes.
I froze, gulped, and slowly looked up at Roman.
He had shed his suit jacket and tie.
The shirt was buttoned down halfway.
It looked pretty bad-boyish, even for him.
The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, even though they were still neatly tucked in.
His eyes were fixed on the toy still at his feet.
I tried to move, but he was faster.
He bent down and picked it up.
My throat went dry.
My fingers curled into my dress.
He tossed it between both hands and then finally looked up at me.
His brows were slightly raised.
‘Say something, Jade, something to make all of this go away.’ My heart hammered in my chest, but the words forming in my mind were already bad.
If I said them, it would make the situation worse.
Our eyes met, and I gulped; air got stuck in my throat.
The only wish I had now was for the world to end so I didn’t have to feel the embarrassment from his eyes on me.
‘Sable would be the death of me.
I had just met her, and she was already such a bad influence on me.’
His hand traced the toy’s line and flicked it on.
My shoulders tightened to the sound, replacing the quietness of the room.
I closed my eyes, but I couldn’t drown out the sound of his heels clicking against the floor.
When I opened my eyes, he was standing in front of me with the vibrator still in his palm.
In contrast to his hands, the vibrator was really small.
I knew he was bigger; the image from that morning was still in my mind.
He traced the vibrator along the side of my face.
I wanted to turn away, but I didn’t.
I wanted to taste his lips again.
I couldn’t stop my eyes from falling on his lips.
He didn’t look at me with the same scary expression as before when he thought I was crazy for dressing in the lingerie.
My face was so hot that I was sure I was blushing myself into oblivion.
My lips parted for some much-needed words, but he beat me to it again.
“I didn’t realize my wife was so…
impatient.
Did you think I was incapable of providing this myself, Jade?”
“I…
it’s not…” I couldn’t bring myself to explain to him that this was all on Sable.
I had no hand in it.
I only went along with her because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.
His hand crept to my waist and pulled me to him with a strong force that made my toes curl against the cold, tiled floor.
His eyes ran across my face gently and then settled on my lips.
His grip on my wrist tightened.
His gaze dropped to my lips.
He pressed his lips on mine for a second before capturing them in a mind-blowing kiss.
I froze, my eyes fluttering and my breath stopping.
My lips were tingling from his on mine.
I wanted to pull away, but my mind and brain were urging me on.
I closed my eyes and kissed back.
He tasted like the bourbon he had been drinking and a hint of mint.
The warmth of his lips made my shoulders relax.
His hand on my waist pulled me closer.
I felt heat radiating from him as I pushed myself into his chest.
The hardness of his rock-hard abs pressed against mine.
‘Why are your eyes shut, Jade?
You shouldn’t be doing this.
Or maybe it’s okay for you to do this.
He is your husband after all and…’
My thoughts stopped when he pulled away.
The feeling lingered on my lips.
My hand went up to my lips and gently traced my bottom lip.
I finally opened my eyes just a bit, and he was looking down at me, staring.
He was breathing heavily, and his eyes were narrowed; it made my thighs ache.
He tossed the toy onto the bed and crowded me against the wardrobe.
I felt a shortness of breath.
I was like my mind had forgotten how to breathe.
My back was firmly pressed into it, and both of his hands were on either side of my head.
There was no escape now.
“I was not trying to seduce you,” I blurted when we both didn’t move for a long time.
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea,” I added in a lower voice with my head hung low.
My hands were shaking by my side because my mind still couldn’t fathom what he was going to do to me.
“Why shouldn’t I get the wrong idea?” he asked, slowly lifting my head with his chin.
I tried to focus on him, but the sound of the vibrator against the sheets filled my head.
I closed my eyes so his gaze would stop making me feel so self-conscious.
He leaned in as if he were not close enough.
I could feel the heat radiating from every part of him.
His breath brushed against my cheeks and settled beside my ear.
The warmth of his breath made me more aware of what position we were in.
“Why not?
I don’t mind if you try to seduce me,” he whispered.
My shaky hands touched his chest.
The heat of his skin, even through the shirt, was obvious.
His breath felt even compared to mine, which was raging.
I could feel the sound of my heart in my ear, and my thighs pressed together.
What made him change this much?
Was he not supposed to be the cold and icy man?
“Mr…” He pressed his finger to my lips before I could complete it.
He shook his head slowly and raised his chin in the air.
“Roman,” I corrected myself with his finger still pressed to my lips, muffling the sound of my voice.
My voice sounded more like a moan, and I was afraid I was doing everything wrong.
The way his name rolled off my tongue was softer and quieter.
It felt just right.
His eyes shifted after a second, and his shoulders tightened.
It didn’t last long, but I caught it.
“Why don’t we…” he trailed off.
The hair on every part of my body stood on alert.
He brushed the hair on the side of my face and rested his face against mine.
Our foreheads and noses were touching, and just a small pout of our lips would be enough to close the distance.
He paused for too long.
Was he about to tell me all the reasons this was a bad idea?
Was I overthinking everything?
My heart was yearning for what he was going to say.
I couldn’t keep my gaze focused on his eyes.
It kept on falling to his lips.
“Consummate our marriage?” he finished.
My breath hitched in my throat as I nodded slowly.
Ever since that kiss from him, I had wanted more.
And now this was more.
“Are you sure?
I wouldn’t hold back if you…”
I grabbed his neck to stop his rambling.
With how red his ears were, I could tell he was getting nervous already.
I licked my lips, the taste of him still lingering in my mouth.
I dragged my gaze across his face slowly and settled on his lips.
I kissed them and pulled away just enough for air to pass between us.
I pressed the back of my head to the wardrobe and dragged his shirt forward so his weight was on me.
His breath hitched in his throat, and it bobbed violently.
“I don’t want you to hold back.”