Page 131 of My Ruthless Husband

“I-I…”

He puts his arms down and tilts his head, studying me. “What’s wrong? Are you too scared now? Should I take pity on you like I did in the library?”

“Stop talking!” I glare at him.

He sighs then pushes away from the door, straightening to his full height. Shaking his head, he turns to leave.

“Where are you going?” I blurt out before I can stop myself.

He stops, glancing over his shoulder with a bored expression. “I have no interest wasting my time on a coward.”

Stunned by his dismissal, I’m left standing there, utterly speechless. The humiliation burns deep, making my cheeks flush hot with anger and disbelief. How dare he call me a coward? His words hit like a slap in the face, igniting a fury I can barely contain. Who does he think he is, labeling me and then just sauntering off like it’s no big deal?

First, he manipulates me into playing this stupid game of hide and seek and then he has the audacity to belittle me like this?

I clench my fists. How can he just walk away, as if I’m not worth his time? The audacity of his arrogance sickens me. He’s crossed a line, and I won’t stand for it. No more. I won’t allow him to undermine me, to make me feel small and insignificant. This ends now.

I burst out of the guest room and go after him. I move swiftly down the hall. My gaze falls upon his discarded shirt lying carelessly on the floor just outside the master bedroom. The sight ignites a fresh wave of anger within me, propelling me forward.

I barge inside. The faint sound of the cascading water catches my attention. Fixing my gaze on the bathroom door, I stride forward. Gripping the handle, I swing the door open.

Through the glass wall, I see him standing under the shower. There is no steam, confirming his earlier declaration of taking a cold shower. The water rains down on him, the droplets glistening like diamonds as they cascade over his sculpted form.

His head is slightly bowed, dark hair slicked back, the water running in rivulets down his broad shoulders and across the expanse of his chest.

Striding forward, I yank the shower door open. His eyes snap open, meeting mine with a flicker of surprise.

Without a second thought, I step into the shower, the shock of icy water making me gasp. Ignoring the chill, I go on tiptoe and reach up, my fingers curling around the back of his neck to pull him down to my level. “I’m not a coward.” I grind out against his lips before I capture his mouth with mine, pouring all my pent-up emotion into the kiss. For a moment, he is still, then he makes a low, sexy sound in his throat, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer as he responds with equal fervor.

And just like that, everything changes. His passionate kisses work on my body and soul like black magic. I instantly forget everything. It makes my head spin dizzily.

A kiss is supposed to be just that. A kiss. And I know I don’t have anyone else to compare, but Damian’s kisses are like fireworks. When he drives his tongue shamelessly between my lips and tastes me, I forget even my own name.

And when he bends to lift me off the floor, I wrap my legs around him. His wicked mouth descends on the slope of my neck and I shiver. He mistakes it for cold because one of his hands leaves my ass for a second. Then suddenly the water’s temperature changes.

“Better?” he asks jerking me up in his arms to adjust his grip.

I nod. Then he pries my lips apart for another deep kiss. But this time it’s slow, unhurried. More erotic. The softness of hislips moving against mine, the deep, relaxed stroke of his tongue only notches up my craving higher.

My hand digs in his black hair when he breaks the kiss to explore my throat once again. “This is what I wanted,” he breathes against my skin. “I didn’t want to take from you, River. I wanted you to give freely.”

I pull his hair hard. “Shut up.”

I feel him smiling at my collarbone before he moves down. I cry out when his lips close around my pebbled nipple.

I didn’t even realize my towel had slipped and my breasts are now exposed to him. I look down and find him looking right at me, his mouth still attached to my nipple.

He raises an eyebrow, as if asking if I’ve changed my mind. Without breaking the eye contact, I tug his hair, forcing him to release my nipple with a pop. He stares at me waiting. I keep him guessing just for fun before redirecting his mouth to my other nipple, proving him that I didn’t change my mind.

I’m determined not to blow hot and cold. Now that I’m here, I don’t intend to turn back. I’m rewarded with a flick of his tongue before he draws the hard bud into his mouth and sucks earnestly.

After a few minutes, we are back to kissing. Roughly this time, our faces twisting and turning as we devour each other. The ache between my thighs is growing with every passing second and I squirm against him, gasping when the action rubs my sensitive nipples against his hair-roughened chest. It serves as both a punishment and a reward all at once. So I do it again, and end up rubbing his erection in the process.

I groan in frustration against his mouth, and squirm again. Damian suddenly sets me down on the shower floor. “What—”

He drops to his knees, then props my leg on his shoulder. I gasp when he starts eating me out. My eyes slam shut, my head banging against the wall as I tip it back.

He eats me like a starving man. A new kind of pleasure bubbles in me. This man, oversexed demanding man has always stayed loyal to me. Even when I ran from him. Even when I drugged him with my sleeping pills to get away, he managed to find me and bring me back.

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