Page 482 of Rage

Was my body confusing fear with arousal?

Was it simply because he was painfully attractive and experienced?

All of that? None of that?

I could still feel his hands on my body, and it turned me on like crazy. Even now, the mere thought of him made my pulse quicken and my body ached with need.

It was wrong. I was married, and I shouldn’t want him, but he made me feel things I’d never felt before.

Yet I could use this to my advantage.

He was a man, after all, visibly attracted to me. Why shouldn’t I lean into that, using all my wiles to make him do exactly what I wanted? If he thought with his other head, it would be easier to escape.

I glanced at my wedding ring, and a pang of guilt twisted in my stomach. I didn’t love Ivan, but I had been faithful to him. Before Dimitry, no other man but my husband had touched me.

I’m doing this because I have to. I need to save myself, to escape.

At least, that’s what I told myself as I dropped my wedding ring in one of the drawers. There were a few more objects in it, but a hidden photo caught my attention.

It was of a couple, maybe in their fifties. The man looked like an older version of Dimitry, and the woman had the same striking hazel eyes.

Are these his parents?

Footsteps in the hallway jolted me from my thoughts. I quickly put the photo back and closed the drawer.

Dimitry stepped inside and slammed the door closed behind him. He froze and narrowed his eyes when he found me onlyin my lingerie. I’d planned on seducing him, but now, watching him, I could tell something was off.

He was irritated by something.

His jaw was clenched, and his shoulders were rigid and squared. His nostrils flared slightly, and yet, despite all of that, I could see lust in his eyes as his gaze traveled along my body. I had no idea what had frustrated him so much, but I knew my plan could still work.

I swayed my hips toward him, making sure he had a perfect view of my breasts. He watched me like a predator watches its prey, and that sent butterflies fluttering in my lower belly. Fuck, I had to control myself. I was the one playing the game now, I had to be careful.

“I was waiting for you,” I purred, moving my palms along his torso, toward his shoulders.

He didn’t move. I knew the change had been too sudden for him to believe that I had suddenly fallen in love with him or something like that, but maybe if I was a little honest with him, it would be enough for him to let his guard down.

“I felt good earlier,” I admitted. “And I thought we might do it again.”

I leaned into him, pressing my tits into his chest. The warmth of his body enveloped me as he wrapped his arm around my waist. My clit throbbed and my nipples hardened as I caressed his body.

I rubbed against him like a shameless slut, electricity rushing through me as his cock jerked. That was perfect, he was aroused. Dimitry pressed me into him and brushed my lips with his.

I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled away.

“Tell me something, kitten. Do you think I’m an idiot?”

Fuck!

“Of course not.” I avoided his eyes and played with the buttons of his shirt. “It’s just … I felt good. Better than ever. Ivan never made me feel like that.”

That was true. Guilt swirled inside my body, but I ignored it. I didn’t like shaming my husband, but if that was going to make my plan work, it was worth it.

“I’m sure of that. That’s why you moaned his name.”

Fuck, I didn’t expect him to turn that little dig against me.

“That was…”

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