Page 99 of Shattered Diamonds

“Some. I licked most of it off your pretty pink lips and thighs.”

I feel my cheeks blaze with heat. “Why wouldn’t you show him?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Because you are mine and what is mine is not his, nor anyone else’s.”

“And the arranged marriage? Why?” I dip the sponge and wait for it to swell with water. “Why would you agree to it?”

“I have a question for you instead.” His fingers play with the ends of my damp, curly hair.

I breathe an irritated breath at the fact he didn’t answer my question, but I figure if I answer his then maybe he will continue to answer mine in return. “Go ahead.” I drop the sponge into the water, drowning its dehydrated form, and then pick it back up and squeeze it out as I listen.

“Tell me, did your bodyguard put his lips on what’s mine before he gave you his gun? Knowing you would shoot me out of feeling desperate from distress?”

I can’t help but freeze my hand midair, the sponge dripping slowly without added pressure. It was only a split second of stillness, but he notices it immediately.

“Turn around, Haven. Look me in the eyes when you give me your answer.”

I slowly shift, the hot water whirling around me, hoping it will buy me time. For what? I don’t know. The way he asked the question tells me he already knows the answer. My waist is engulfed by his strong demanding hands with a force I have now come to crave. He lifts me and settles me over his straining erection. His passionate gaze penetrates mine with a wrathful intensity, swirling with a jealousy I’ve never experienced before.

“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he voices with a gruff harshness.

My belly flutters with a deep-seated nervousness.

“Answer me.” He runs his thumb over my bottom lip, pushing the tender skin to the side as if he is wiping off the germs of another man. “Did. He. Put. His. Lips. On. What. Is. Mine?” he repeats his question, his tone harder.

His words hold ownership in their weight and the threat behind it is a promise. He shifts my hips until the head of his cock is breaching my opening. When my mouth drops open in a gasp, he forces me down, inserting himself further inside me. I moan, closing my eyes at the sensation only he has made me feel. The stretch he brings to my body every time he passes my silken lips is a rush of electric currents that goes straight to my brain and short circuits my rational thoughts.

“Open your eyes.” He jerks his hips up into me, the water sloshing. “Answer me, Haven. Did. He. Put. His lips. On. My wife?”

“How do you know?”

“No denial then?”

“No.” I stare into his eyes, my muscles contracting around his length. “I don’t want a marriage with secrets.” A short gasp leaves me when he jerks his hips up, a stab of punishment I don’t deserve.

He seethes, sucking in air through clenched teeth.

“I couldn’t find my wife. I went to the security cameras and searched through the footage. I saw you standing at the door, listening to Tegan and I. Saw you run. Then you disappeared around the corner. There’s a dead spot in that area. Paisley was there. You weren’t. The next camera didn’t pick you up either. So, I went to the camera in the only room between both spots.”

“I didn’t kiss him back.”

“But you let another man touch you.”

“I didn’t let him do anything, sir. I pushed him away and demanded his gun.”

“To what? Kill me?”

“No! Yes! No. I don’t know.” I shake my head. “I was made a fool. Everyone knew we were a farce but me. Everyone, sir. I felt like a foolish girl. I married a man who didn’t want me. A man who had to sign a contract to take on a bride. Do you know how that makes me feel? What I felt was real pain and embarrassment. I beamed with happiness to be with someone like you. You opened my eyes to things and experiences, and while I was naive and stupid you just played out a role.”

“From now on, when not downstairs, you refer to me by my first name.”

“Why? I like calling you sir.”

“So does my dick.” I pump into her body a few times with a slow strength that sets my balls on fire. “We’re getting off track. That’s a discussion for another time. Now answer me. Has your bodyguard kissed you before?”

I swallow my moan when he strategically moves inside me, a Demetri Carbone truth serum. “It was a long time ago. He wasn’t into it.”

His fingers grip my hips with a pressure I know will leave his mark. The water sloshes around us as he moves my body up and down his shaft with vigor. Me testing the preferred wordsirto see where we stand has made him swell inside me, but the fact that I confessed to kissing Finn has made his movements erratic. He thrusts into me and growls, “He gladly gave you the gun. Why do you think that is, Haven?” he rumbles, abruptly halting his fitful movements and holding me down on his manicured thick base, waiting on my truth.

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