Page 137 of My Ruthless Husband

In lightning speed, he grabs my wrists and draws me against him. “Instead of spewing more excuses, why don’t you use that mouth to kiss me instead?”

My eyes are huge as he lowers his head and parts my already parted lips wider with his tongue and gives me a slow, deep kiss.“I want you again. After you passed out, I had to go for a cold shower to keep myself from waking you.”

My knees wobble. How can I keep resisting when he says things like that?

When he bends his head to kiss me again, I open my mouth willingly. All my hesitance melts away as my arms go around his neck, yanking him closer while I rise onto my tiptoes, pressing my body against his.

I shiver violently as he wrenches my towel and lifts me up to kiss me more comfortably. I instantly wrap my legs around him, kissing him back with equal enthusiasm, pawing any part of him I can reach.

With a guttural groan, he turns and brings me down on the bed. We keep kissing for what feels like forever before he lifts his head. Slowly, I open my eyes and stare at him.

“I want to break you down and make you beg for it.” He grazes my lower lip with his thumb. “But I don’t think I’ve got the control to hold out.”

I suppress a smile.

He narrows his eyes. “You’re laughing at me, angel?”

I shake my head, but a smile slips through. “I wouldn’t dare.”

His brows draw together as he gazes down at me. When he keeps looking at me, I ask, “What?”

“It’s been a long time I’ve seen you smile like that.”

My smile fades. “And whose fault is that?” Suddenly feeling depressed, I lower my lashes. “Maybe we shouldn’t…” I try to roll out from under him but he easily pins me down.

“Damian—” My breath catches as his hot mouth latches onto my pulse, which flutters wildly beneath his lips. I whimper, my eyes rolling back in pleasure, and my hands, which were supposed to push him away, now cling to him desperately.

He kisses his way up, his lips trailing a heated path to my mouth, and when he claims it with a fierce, unrestrained passion, I can’t help but surrender completely. Again.

He breaks the kiss, his breath hot and ragged against my lips as he lifts his head. “The more you run from me, the harder I chase. The more you shut me out, the more I push, breaking through every barrier you put up. You’re mine and nothing will ever change that.”

And for the next two hours he fucks me with such raw intensity that I can’t tell if he’s trying to prove his words to me or if he’s convincing himself.

When I finally wake up again, it’s well past noon and I’m alone in bed. My entire body feels like it’s been through a storm, every muscle aching and throbbing.

It’s a good thing he isn’t here. Not because I am sore, but because I know that even after being taken over and over again last night and this morning, I still wouldn’t say no to him.

Sighing, I crawl out of bed, wincing and gritting my teeth against the pain. I head to the bathroom, quickly shower, and then move to the walk-in closet.

I reach for a fitted pale pink silk shirt, pairing it with tailored, high-waisted white trousers. I layer the shirt with a light pink tweed cropped jacket. The white Valentino bag completes the look.

It’s already afternoon, later than I usually go, but I can still make it to the community center. The Mural Project event is just two days away, and they could really use all the help they can get. I have to go—besides, I love volunteering.

I apply light makeup and pull my long curls into a sleek ponytail. Dressed and ready, I step out of the bedroom, my movements a bit stiff as I walk with the soreness.

Heading downstairs, I’m halfway to the kitchen when familiar voices reach my ears. I slow down and glance down a nearbyhallway leading to the staff quarters. There, just out of direct view but still visible, I spot Hal standing rigid, his arms crossed as he towers over someone.

I edge closer and crane my head to get a better look at who Hal is scolding.

My eyes widen when I see Vicky, dressed in jeans, white tee and leather jacket. Her jaw is clenched as she stares down, clearly struggling to keep her composure.

“Look at me when I speak.” Hal’s voice is hard.

Vicky lifts her head slowly.

“Do you think you can dress however you want here? Behind the boss’s back? Behindmine?”

“I... I didn’t think it was a big deal,” Vicky says, her voice faltering slightly.

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