Page 10 of My Ruthless Husband

His eyes hold me captive, pulling me into their depths, and for a moment, I forget where I am, who I am. All I can register is he’s the most striking man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

The clouds picks that exact moment to make way for the moonlight to fall over his chiseled features.

Is he human? How can he be so beautiful yet terrifying at the same time? I’ve heard angels are said to look like this. So perfect… charismatic but carrying an intimidating aura.

Even kneeling, his towering frame makes me feel small in comparison. His features are striking, almost unreal in their perfection. His jawline could cut glass, sharp and defined, leading to cheekbones that looks sculpted.

His glossy black hair glints in the moonlight, almost appearing midnight blue. “Here,” he extends his bronze hand out to me.

Still wide eyed, I place my hand in his. Taking in the stark contrast of my pale skin against his tanned complexion.

Gorgeous. He is utterly gorgeous like a movie star. In fact, he is so gorgeous my mind goes blank. He is dressed entirely in black, the tailored suit revealing he’s no stranger to wealth. The fine fabric of his pants stretches over his muscular thighs as he kneels.

Kneeling. On the wet grass. For me.

Heat rushes to my cheeks, and before I can even think to apologize for ruining his suit, he stands in one smooth motion and pulls me up. It’s so fast that I stumble right into his chest. And that’s when his cologne hits me—spicy, intoxicating.

As if the universe is conspiring against me, the wind picks up and his scent swirls around me, making me lose focus.

“You okay?” he asks, his large, warm hands wrapping around my bare upper arms. I shiver, glancing up at him with wide eyes.

I am balancing on one six-inch heel and still barely reaching his chin. He is so tall. And… so hot. The observation makes my cheeks warm. I go ahead and do something I’ve never done before. I let my gaze roam over his face in pure admiration.

Starting with his mouth—those full lips, so sensual that just looking at them makes my heart beat faster. His sharp jawline is shadowed with stubble. It makes him look even more... irresistible.

I can’t seem to stop looking at him. His face is perfect, like someone painted him, and there’s not a flaw in sight. His lashesare impossibly long, like something out of a dream. And those eyes—dark, deep, like they’re pulling me in.

My stomach does a flip, but it’s not just the butterflies. There’s something... more. I didn’t expect this reaction—this ache that’s suddenly there, between my legs. I don’t know why it’s happening, and it makes me feel... embarrassed.

I try to pull my eyes away, but I’m so lost in him, I don’t even know where to look anymore. But then I find his brows furrowed in a frown. He is frowning at me. Why? Why does he look upset?

Confused, I stare at him.

“I asked you something,” he says, reaching up to tuck a stray curl behind my ear. The simple gesture sends a wave of heat through me, and I blush fiercely. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the action causes my chest to rise and brush against something solid. His chest. My breath catches as I realize just how close I still am to him.

I gasp, stepping back in panic, immediately slipping off the heel to regain balance. “I-I’m sorry,” I stammer. “I mean, I’m fine. Actually, I just…” I stop myself, mentally wincing as I realize my body’s reaction to his nearness—my nipples now painfully sensitive.

I feel his gaze on me and I blush even harder.

“You just what?”

I shake my head, murmuring, “Nothing.” This good-looking stranger is so broad and muscled. Unlike the boys in my school. Well, that’s because they areboys.And this stranger… is a man. He looks older than me. He looks like he’s in his late twenties. I pray he doesn’t notice the effect he has on me.

I want to say something, anything, but the words catch in my throat.

This is my first time having a conversation with a man this close. Dad is awfully protective of me. While he always pushes me to make new friends, he also has his men guarding me. Theywere always dressed sharp and intimidating, driving any would-be suitors away before they could even look at me. I didn’t mind it all as no one interests me in school.

But this… is different. Good different. As I stand here with him, I realize that I want to spend some more time with him. He is making me feel things I never felt before. I can’t help but wonder if he’s one of my father’s colleagues. I have never seen him before, so he could be one of dad’s new acquaintances. Even if he is, I don’t mind.

“All right. Don’t wander in the dark alone.”

And then, just like that, he turns to leave.

I’m disappointed, more than I should be, so I blurt out, “Wait!”

He stops and turns back to me. I swallow, running my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. My voice is barely a whisper when I speak. “You can keep me company.”

The words leave me before I can stop them, and the embarrassment rushes in as soon as I realize what I’ve said. His brow arches, and I feel my face burn even hotter.

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