Page 174 of My Ruthless Husband

I lie there, confusion swirling in my mind, brows furrowed as I wait. What’s happening? I gasp when he pulls me even closer, my back flush against him. “Go to sleep, angel.”

“Sleep?” I ask, incredulously. He wants me to sleep after… after that kiss that left me breathless and wanting? How am I supposed to close my eyes when I can feel the proof of his desire pressed against my back?

“I haven’t slept more than a couple of hours,” he admits, his breath warm against my skin. “I’ve told Archibald to wake us for a late lunch.”

This closeness—this rare moment of affection—sparks something deeper within me. I’ve seen the fierce and possessive side of him, had witnessed his dangerous temper but this gentle Damian is different, and it makes my heart flutter wildly in my chest.

I don’t know when I drift off, but when I wake, the room is drenched in shadows, and I’m sprawled on my back, the sheets tangled around me. I feel Damian shifting beside me and without warning,

I feel his tongue brushing over my nipple. A gasp escapes my lips, my body responding instantly.

He closes his lips around the peak, sucking with a hunger that makes me arch my back, my fingers tangling in his hair, urging him closer.

Each pull and tug sends shivers down my spine, my breath quickening as he feasts on me, moving from one nipple to the other.

He shifts lower, trailing fiery kisses down my abdomen, his lips leaving a searing path that makes my skin ache for more. Ican feel the heat radiating off him, and I’m utterly captivated by the way he worships my body like I’m the only thing that matters in this moment.

“God, please,” I moan, and he seems to understand my silent plea. His mouth moves lower and I squirm beneath him. He takes his time, teasing and tormenting me. Then abruptly he stops, parts my legs and climbs between them.

Without a word, he grips my hips as he positions himself at my entrance. The moment he slides inside, a gasp tears from my lips, and pleasure hits me hard, burning through every inch of my body. He fills me completely, stretching me in the most intoxicating way, and I arch my back, desperate for more.

It’s hard and fast. And I don’t mind at all. It’s just the way I want. The bed creaks beneath us, but I’m lost in the haze of desire, his every movement pushing me closer to the edge.

Within minutes, we’re both unraveling, bodies tightening in a fierce, desperate climax. My nails rake down his back as he thrusts deep, a shudder tearing through me while he groans low and guttural, burying himself to the hilt. He collapses on me, our breath mingling.

As the room falls into silence, my stomach lets out a loud growl. I freeze, mortified. I feel Damian body shaking with silent laughter.

“Something funny?” I snap, my cheeks heating with embarrassment.

He shakes his head.

“You’re heavy,” I groan, partly lying because I’m mortified. He flips us so that I’m lying on top of him.

“I slept for four hours,” he murmurs, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on my back. There’s a hint of wonder in his voice.

“Yeah,” I say. Then, “Why can’t you ever sleep for more than a few hours?”

“Because some things don’t rest, even when I do.” He gently sets me to my side and gets up. “Archibald must have tried waking us,” Damian says, “but I guess we didn’t answer, so he let us be.” He walks to the bathroom. “Get dressed, angel. It’s almost dinner time.”

After Damian finishes, I slip into the bathroom, letting him have the room to get ready.

I take my time in the shower, and when I finally step out, the sight of the bedroom startles me.

The bed is freshly made, and lying across it is a lavender dress I don’t remember choosing. I spot a small note resting beside it. I pick it up, reading the words:

Wear this tonight.

There’s no name, but it doesn’t need one. Only Damian would leave a message like this. Short and arrogant.

Should I wear it? Or defy him, just to remind him I’m not so easily controlled? The thought is tempting, but I push it away. No need to be difficult for the sake of it.

Maybe—just this once—I can let things be simple. With a sigh, I glance back at the dress. My fingers brush over the soft fabric. Alright, Damian... tonight, I’ll play along.

I slip into the dress, feeling the silk glide over my skin, soft and cool. The fabric hugs my figure just right.

As I step up to the vanity, my eyes fall on the velvet box. I open it and find a necklace. Delicate yet unmistakably extravagant, the platinum chain adorned with a diamond solitaire pendant match the dress perfectly. I lift it carefully.

I fasten the necklace around my neck, watching the diamond glint as it rests against my skin. When I lift my eyes to the mirror, I catch myself smiling.

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