Romane von Chloe Hart

Jennifer’s POV.I spun and fled back to my room, completely blinded by hot, angry tears, and violently locked the door. I collapsed onto the edge of my mattress, my body trembling with a desperate, suffocating need.God, I’m so horny right now. I was starving for the heat I’d felt radiating from Bradwin just hours ago. And now, overhearing their moans has worsened it. I needed to feel something hard inside me. I was tired of this emotional torture.With tears streaming down my flushed cheeks, I sank back against the pillows. Deric’s cold voice still echoed in my head, so I shut it out the only way I could. My trembling hands slipped beneath the silk of my robe, seeking the heat between my thighs.I closed my eyes and let the memory take over—Bradwin pinning me hard against the wall, those dark eyes burning with pure, unrelenting obsession. Two fingers slid between my slick folds, then pushed deep inside. I curled them, stroking that sensitive spot over and over while my thumb circled

Jennifer’s POV.“You shouldn’t be down here. If Deric comes home—”“Deric isn’t coming home for hours, Jennifer,” Bradwin interrupted, his voice dropping low.He closed the distance between us, boxing me in. He placed his hand flat against the wall beside my head, leaning in until I could smell the intoxicating mix of the wine he’d been drinking and his familiar, woodsy cologne. “And even if he did, why would he care? He made it very clear tonight that he’s entirely occupied with his blonde parasite.”“Bradwin, please,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut to block out his handsome face. “Don’t do this. You shouldn’t even be talking to me. Not after what I did to you and Brymo. Not after that letter.”Bradwin let out a quiet humorless laugh. That letter,” he murmured. I felt his warm breath feather against my ear as he leaned closer, his lips mere inches from my jaw. “The letter where you told us you never loved us. A very dramatic exit, Jennifer. Almost believable.”My eyes snapped op

Jennifer’s POV.The silver tray I was carrying almost slipped from my numb fingers but I gripped it firmly.“What’s going on?” Deric asked, brows knitted together as his gaze shifted between the Sterlings and me. He hated not being the smartest person in the room, and hated being left out of the loop even more.Brymo blinked, the shock vanishing from his face as it was replaced by an unreadable mask of polite indifference. Brymo had always been the calmer, more composed one. He simply leaned back against the cushions.“My apologies, Deric,” Brymo said with a faint, courteous smile that never reached his eyes. “It’s just a bit of a surprise. Jennifer’s family and ours were neighbors years ago before we moved our primary operations to London. We haven’t seen her in five years.”“Neighbors,” Deric repeated, pausing for a minute before letting out a dismissive, arrogant chuckle. “Is that so? It’s a small world. Well, since you already know her, I should formally introduce her. Gentlemen,

Jennifer’s POV.For the first time in a month since my husband’s mistress, Vanessa Croft, moved into the Kennedy Mansion, he stood outside my bedroom door.Wondering why I allowed another woman in my home?Well, Deric declared our marriage an open one the night before our wedding, and I had no choice but to agree. Even so, I never once cheated on him.I turned sharply on the bed, backing the door. My heart stupidly convinced itself that he’d finally missed me, missed how good I fuck him, or maybe he just wanted an explanation for the cold silence I’d worn ever since Vanessa moved into the mansion and even took over the master bedroom.The door opened, and I heard his footsteps as he walked in.“Jennifer.”He paused, obviously waiting for a response, but I didn’t respond nor turn around. I stayed where I was, clinging to the foolish hope that he’d come to me, pull me into his arms, kiss me, fuck the ache out of me. God knew how badly I needed sex. Every night Vanessa’s moans drifted th