It was so good that I felt myself unraveling before him. When he tugged at my hair, chills ran down my spine as his cock hit my G-spot with vigorous thrusts. His groin slapped against my ass, loud enough to be heard by someone standing behind the wall.
Unrelenting, he drove into my pussy from behind—rough and merciless. He hit me even harder and faster than before after I challenged the beast in him. I did that because I was enjoying this violent sex and didn’t want him to stop.
My body craved more, and I wanted him to go harder. However, considering the fact that we were both mad at each other, I couldn’t exactly tell him what I wanted. So, I challenged him instead—and the result was spectacular.
He didn’t disappoint; he fucked the hell out of my pussy as though he was on a mission to leave a lasting impression on me. If this were a competition, then he’d have hit a record no one could ever beat.
As brief as the sex was, it was undoubtedly the sweetest I’d had, despite the lack of emotions and the roughness of it.
When he finished, I could barely stand, and my pussy was hot as hell. My legs trembled beneath me as I struggled to catch my breath, my heart pounding in my heaving chest. I felt a mix of guilt, anger, and a strange sense of satisfaction wash over me.
I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eyes, and so I adjusted my dress and then walked away without a word.
Even until now, I hadn’t been able to stop reminiscing about what happened in that dimly lit room. Roman’s jealousy was off the charts that night, and although I should’ve paid more attention to how I felt when Ethan walked up to me, Roman still managed to steal the show.
Ethan had told me that he was worried sick about me, that everyone at Josie’s had been wondering where I was. He also said he tried calling me several times, but my number was unreachable.
According to him, he almost filed a missing person’s report. However, he didn’t because he wasn’t sure whether something important had come up and I had to leave town suddenly.
Ethan had no idea I was kidnapped, and even if I told him, he might not have believed me for obvious reasons. He rained compliments on me, telling me I looked amazing. His eyes roamed over my body with raised brows, as if stunned by my appearance.
My cheeks flushed at his remarks, my heart warm with something I hadn’t felt in a while.
To keep him in the dark, I had to lie and apologize for disappearing without a trace. I didn’t give details; I only said I was sorry for not going on that date with him.
He said he understood completely, and that he was just glad I was okay.
Strange how I didn’t feel as much excitement as I had the night he asked me out. I thought something would sparkwithin me when I set eyes on him, but I was wrong. I didn’t feel anything. Nothing at all. To me, he was just my old manager, someone I used to know.
I smiled at him because it felt good running into a familiar face after all this time. However, Roman, my ever-protective and jealous husband, mistook that innocent grin for admiration.
His presence alone shook Ethan’s nerves in ways that defied logic. He didn’t have to speak; his silence and cold gaze scared the living daylight out of Ethan. The young man’s hands trembled, his forehead glistened with sweat, and fear was etched on his face.
When he could no longer stand the intensity of Roman’s glare, he excused himself and dematerialized before things could get out of hand.
My complaints to Roman about how he had treated the poor young man cruelly led to the heated argument, which in turn led us to the dimly lit room. And there, we fucked.
Two days after the incident at the event, I was seated on a bench in the garden, watching the sun rise. The air was filled with the sweet scent of roses and lilies, the cool morning breeze brushing against my skin.
Birds chirped in the trees as the sun’s rays filtered through the leaves, its golden glow draped over the manicured garden.
I was seated there in silence, lost in my own thoughts as I considered my predicament and what the future had in store for me. My father’s sin against Roman Tarasov was the reason I was stuck in this mansion. And until now, I still had no idea what his crime was.
It troubled me that my life was wasting away within this courtyard. While the rest of the world moved forward, I wasstuck with a monster who loved to mess with my emotions for fun.
I hadn’t heard anything about my father or his take on the fact that I was the one suffering on his behalf. Did he not know? Did Roman not tell me—didn’t he gloat about having me trapped in his mansion?
If my father was aware of my situation, why hadn’t he made a move to get me out? Was he working on something or had he abandoned me yet again?
These thoughts overlapped in my mind, threatening to tear it apart. I’d lost my peace by this point, and I’d never felt more useless. I was confused about everything, and nothing made sense to me anymore.
I just needed to get the hell out of here!
“Excuse me, ma’am,” a soft, familiar voice snapped me back to reality.
I blinked a few times, then turned to face her.
It was another one of the maids, the youngest of all of them. Her name was Mia. And although she wasn’t as close to me as Nikki and Natasha used to be, she’d proven to be a wonderful soul.
