He was there—close enough that I could see the slow rise and fall of his chest in the dim light, the steady stillness he wore like armor.
I hesitated.
Then—
“Is the child Violet carries... truly another man’s?”
My voice faltered, softer than I intended.
I swallowed hard, forcing out the rest. “I need the truth. Please.”
For a long moment, he said nothing.
Then, without even opening his eyes, his voice came—calm, and cold.
“I already told you.”
“I don’t like being disturbed... not when I’m trying to sleep.”
The dismissal should have been enough. Should have shut me down.
It didn’t.
I pushed myself up on one elbow, the mattress shifting beneath me.
A foolish, dangerous move.
I knew it the moment I moved.
“It’s... hard to believe you’ve never slept with her,” I said, my voice uncertain.
“I have not,” his reply was clipped and cold.
“I’ve already answered that. Stop asking questions I’ve already put to rest.”
“I’ve always given Violet the freedom to sleep with whoever she wants because I cannot give her that myself.”
His voice dropped into a low warning. “Now be silent. Push me further, and you’ll witness exactly what I’m capable of.”
For the first time, I believed him.
I didn’t know why—maybe because he had no reason to lie.
But a thought lingered, heavy and persistent.
If he never slept with her... why not?
Was it a choice... or something else?
Was his cock useless?
Impotent?
My chest tightened.
Was that the real reason he had never touched me?
Because he couldn’t?
