“I love him with all my heart and refuse to betray him.”
I smirked at her exposed throat. “At this party, anything goes. I will give you all the pleasure in the world, and your husband will be none the wiser.”
I kissed the sensitive column of her neck, my lips tracing the frantic beat of her pulse beneath the skin.
She shuddered.
“Please stop this!” she gasped. “My husband?—”
I lifted my head, my grip tightening. “Where is this so-called husband of yours?” I challenged, voice low and edged with hunger. “He’s not here. But I am.”
Then—
I bit down on the juncture between her neck and shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave my mark.
Her head fell back, her breath catching?—
“Oh, God,” she moaned in English. “What are you doing to me?”
A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled in my chest.
I lifted my mouth to her ear and murmured, “What any loving husband would do to his wife after being apart for far too long.”
This time, I let my true voice slip through.
The effect wasinstantaneous.
Olivia’s body stiffened.
Her entire world seemed to halt at that moment.
“Roman?”
I released her.
Then, in one swift motion?—
I ripped the mask from my face.
Silence crashed between us.
A storm of emotions flickered across her face—shock, elation… then fury.
Without hesitation?—
She drew back her hand and slapped me hard.
My head snapped to the side, pain stinging my cheek.
“Roman! You bastard!”
Her voice was a roar of betrayal, relief, and something wild and untamed.
She trembled, her breathing ragged.
“I thought you were going to have your way with me!”
I caressed my stinging cheek, feeling the warmth of her slap still lingering on my skin.
