Page 27 of My Ruthless Husband

He pulls back and stares at me, searching my face. A strange kind of satisfaction glints in his eyes as he watches me breathless underneath him. “Can’t resist me, can you?”

I tense. I am doing exactly what I swore I wouldn’t. His head begins to descend, clearly to kiss me but I turn my head before his lips could touch mine. “Don’t.”

He stops and props himself on his forearms. I can feel the weight of his gaze on my cheek as he studies me. “What do you mean don’t?”

“I don’t want to sleep with you, Damian.” I finally look at him.

“Well, that’s good because sleep is the last thing on my mind right now.” He goes for my lips again and I put my hand over his mouth.

“I’m not having sex with you.”

“Why not? You clearly want me.” His eyes flicker down and I follow and gasp when I find my robe gaping open, revealing my hard nipples. I pull them shut.

“You’re keeping me against my will. I agreed to it only because we have things to talk about. Me coming back with you doesn’t meananything. We are still very much over. I still want a divorce.”

His jaw ticks as he rolls over and drops next to me. I gape at him. He listened to me? Just like that? Anyway, I don’t waste time pondering on that and make a move to get up only to be dumped back down by his arm over my chest.

I glare at him.

“My wife’s place is right here. Next to me.”

“But—”

“Don’t be difficult, River.”

I clench my teeth. “This is ridiculous. Why do I have to sleep with you?”

“You heard me.” He throws an arm over his eyes, dismissing me.

“I’m not your wif—” Words get stuck in my throat when he removes his arm to glare at me.

“Go to sleep.”

“You can’t force me.”

“I can and I am.” He goes back to covering his eyes with his arm.

“Domineering jerk,” I mutter under my breath.

“That’s not polite,” he murmurs and adjusts his pants. Naturally, my eyes track his movement. He is hard. Painfully hard.

“I’m not going to have sex with you.” I blurt out.

He sighs. “Relax. I’m not going to fuck you.”

For some reason, I believe him. Just when I’m about to turn on my side, he speaks again. “Not unless you beg me to.”

I turn on a gasp. “I’mnevergoing to beg you to fuck me!”

He turns toward me and props himself on his elbow. “Not only will you beg me to fuck your brains out, but you’ll also beg me to stop.”

My mouth falls open. He reaches over and drops a kiss on my parted lips. “Goodnight, angel,” he says against my mouth before rolling to his side, leaving me flustered.

Chapter Eight

Past

Ican count on one hand the times I was genuinely happy. And this moment right here tops it all.

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