He captures my hand, and I almost lose my balance, so I grip his shirt with my free hand as he brushes his thumb over the ring, the diamond glinting in the rain.
“It’s a symbol of my ownership. You belong to me.”
A certain thrill rushes through me from his roughly spoken words that play with all my nerve endings and urge me to succumb to the desire flaming in the pit of my stomach, yet I resist the call. Although his overbearing presence sends a tremor all over me. “Our marriage is fake.” Maybe if I repeat this phrase enough, it will stick in my confused heart, which refuses to listen to my brain.
Rationality doesn’t exist when it comes to this man for me, because apparently, my dormant body that finally discovered the pleasure of the flesh craves my husband even when he acts like an asshole.
“No, our marriage is very real. Legally, you’re mine, and this ring just proves to everyone not to ever touch, mess, or upset what belongs to me.”
I barely register the rain nipping at my skin as the heat from those words seeps through in waves. Still, he spoke all kinds of sweet words a month ago, only to run away and then ignore me.
“I’m a virgin.” He stills at this, his hand flexing around my fingers and gripping them harder, while mortification fills me to my bones, because freaking what? That was not what I wanted to say at all! “If I belonged to you, I doubt I’d have remained a virgin.”
“You should be careful what you say to me, my innocent wife.”
A gasp slips past my lips when his brawny arm wraps around me, his pelvis pushing forward and connecting with mine, while the other hand settles on my neck, gripping it hard. My hold on his shirt tightens as lightning graces the sky.
“Is this an invitation, Diana?” My heartbeat speeds up as his scent distorts my senses, and a sense of trepidation and doom washes over me. And my entire being buzzes in anticipation as his question hangs heavy in the air. “Once you give me your permission, there’s no going back.”
I swallow at the promise shining in his green eyes. Despite my earlier bravado, all former insecurities sneak their way back into my mind, painting humiliating pictures where I’ll be rejected once again if I voice what I wish for.
Or worse.
There will be no rejection, and somehow, I’d screw it all up due to my inexperience. God only knows what things Orion expects.
Then again.
How is one supposed to learn without practice?
No matter how he acts, Orion seems to want me, and the knowledge fills me with excitement that wipes away all reservations or the little voice whispering in my ear that all of this is just an illusion.
A mirage that will hurt in the long haul because fairy tales never come true in real life.
My emotions for this man are all over the place. None of them makes sense, and I shouldn’t want him.
I do, though, and for once, I’m going to take what I want, everything else be damned.
My life has already gone to hell, why shouldn’t I play with the devil while I’m at it?
He takes my prolonged silence for an answer, and his grip on me slowly loosens, and I yank at his shirt, my fingers curling on his chest, afraid he’s going to disappear again. “Don’t go.” His muscles grow rigid under my touch, and licking my lips, I repeat, “Don’t go.”
He stills, and then threads his fingers in my hair, pulling at it and tilting my head back as he leans forward, our breaths mingling together. “Be very sure, Diana.” He hugs me tight once again, my body flush against his as rain falls on us. “Once you become mine, there will be no point of return.” There is a certain edge in his words, a promise that confuses me, and while it sends a thrill through my entire system, he probably means just for this night.
You can lose your virginity only once, and I want my husband to be my first so that when our marriage is over, I’ll have the memory where I took something I wanted and never looked back.
Women like me don’t end up with men like Orion Wright.
In fact, I’m still shocked I have his attention at all.
Swallowing, I skim my arms upward until they circle his neck and rise on my tiptoes, whispering, “I’m sure. Be my first, Orion.”
I barely manage to finish my sentence before his mouth slams on mine, his tongue probing against my lips and slipping inside, where it leisurely seeks my own. Once he finds it, he entwines them in a passionate kiss.
He swallows my whimpers as a sense of relief fills me at the contact, and tilting my head, I allow for the deeper penetration while he gradually takes full control of the kiss, dominating my mouth in sure strokes as he ravishes me and ruins me for all other kisses in the future.
My nipples peek through my damp clothes, and my nails cut into his nape when I sway closer to him, our chests practically merging, and his hold on my head tightens, keeping me steady for his lustful kiss as longing travels all over me. It makes me desperate and needy for relief.
I gulp for breath when he hikes me up using one arm, my legs wrapping around him on instinct. Both of us groan whenhis thick bulge presses into me, the rough texture of his jeans rubbing against me and causing goose bumps to pop all over my skin. A fire brews in my veins.
