CHAPTER 2: Wrong Room

JIA'S POV

The empty champagne bottle slipped from my fingers. It rolled across the soft carpet with a dull, heavy sound. My head was spinning in fast, dizzy circles. The room was totally dark, but the pain in my chest was blinding.

I pushed myself off the floor. My legs were shaking in the tall black heels. The red lace lingerie clung to my cold, sweaty skin. I took one clumsy step forward and totally lost my balance. My hip slammed hard into the small glass table in the center of the dark room.

Crash.

The tall crystal wine glasses on the table fell to the floor and shattered into sharp pieces. I went down with them.

"Ah!" I cried out into the dark.

A sharp, hot pain sliced deep into the palm of my right hand. I pulled it back quickly. Warm, wet blood instantly coated my fingers. I sat in the darkness, surrounded by broken glass and crushed rose petals. Too drunk and too broken to even cry anymore.

Then, the heavy hotel door clicked open.

Heavy footsteps stepped onto the carpet. A tall, broad shadow blocked the weak light from the hallway before the door closed again. The room fell back into complete, pitch-black darkness. A strong smell of whiskey and dark cedarwood filled the air. He had been drinking too.

"You came," I whispered. My voice was thick and slurred. "You finally came."

The shadow stopped moving. He swayed slightly on his feet in the dark.

"What a mess." A deep, rough voice muttered. His words were slow, heavy with drink. "What the hell happened on the floor?"

My drunk brain did not catch the slight difference in his voice. I only felt pure relief. My husband was finally here.

"I fell," I mumbled, holding my bleeding hand against my chest. "Everything is broken."

He cursed under his breath. I heard him walking closer, his shoes crunching loudly on broken glass. He knelt down beside me. His large hands gently grabbed my wrist. His fingers were hot and incredibly strong. He pulled my hand toward the dim moonlight from the window.

"You are bleeding badly." His deep voice vibrated in the quiet room. "Hold still."

"I knew you would not leave me alone tonight." I smiled, feeling fresh tears forming. "Not on our special night."

He did not answer. He pulled a clean cloth from his pocket and pressed it tightly against the deep cut.

"Ouch! That hurts." I whined, leaning my body closer to his.

"It is going to hurt for a minute." He said softly, his breath fanning my face. It smelled heavily of strong alcohol. "You need to apply pressure. You drank way too much tonight."

"So did you," I whispered, reaching my good hand out to touch his chest. His muscles were rock hard under his crisp dress shirt. He felt so much bigger, so much broader than I remembered.

"Why did you go to her?" I sobbed quietly, resting my forehead against his solid shoulder. "Why do you call her those sweet names?"

His body went completely stiff. "What are you talking about?"

"Your brother's wife." I cried, my voice breaking completely. "I heard you on the phone. I heard both of you. Why am I not good enough? Tell me what is wrong with me. Am I not pretty anymore? Am I too boring?"

He let out a heavy, confused breath. He shifted his weight, trying to pull away, but he stumbled slightly. The alcohol was messing with his balance too. "You are very drunk. And I had way too much to drink downstairs. I think I am in the wrong room. I need to wrap this cut and leave."

"No!" I grabbed his shirt tightly. "Don't push me away. Not tonight. Please."

"Let go of my shirt." He ordered. His voice was strict, but it lacked real anger. It was husky and distracted.

"I am your wife," I begged, rubbing my nose against his strong jawline. He had a slight stubble that scratched my soft skin. My drunk mind didn't care. It felt so good. So rough and manly. "Pretend you actually want me. Just for tonight."

He grabbed both of my hips with his large hands to push me back. But when his fingers touched my bare skin, he froze completely. He felt the thin red lace. He felt how little I was wearing.

"You are playing a very dangerous game." His breathing suddenly became much heavier and faster. The drink was breaking down his walls.

"I want to play," I purred, dragging my lips across his neck. "I dressed up just for you. Do you like it?"

"You are out of your mind right now." He groaned, his grip tightening hard on my hips.

"I am just lonely." I teased, smiling against his warm skin. "Don't leave me alone in the dark again."

"I should walk out that door." He slurred slightly. But his hands did not move away. Instead, his thumbs started tracing slow, hot circles on my hip bones.

"But you are still here." I pressed my lips softly against his pulse. "You want me. I can feel it."

"You don't know what you are asking for." He warned me one last time. His voice was dark, hot, and full of raw hunger.

"I know exactly what I want." I whispered directly into his ear. "I want you to make me forget everything. Ruin me."

That was all it took.

He let out a deep, wild growl. His large hands gripped my waist tightly and he lifted me right off the floor like I weighed absolutely nothing.

"Ah!" I gasped as my feet left the ground.

He carried me across the dark room and threw me down onto the soft king sized bed. The crushed rose petals smelled sweet all around us. Before I could even move, his heavy body was hovering over me.

"You asked for this." His voice was husky and incredibly low. "Don't beg me to stop later."

"I will only beg for more." My heart was pounding loudly against my ribs.

He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head on the pillows. "Look at you." He murmured in the pitch black room. "Shaking already and I haven't even started."

"Then start," I breathed out heavily. "Stop making me wait."

He hesitated for one single second. But his drunk mind quickly shoved the guilt aside. He leaned down and captured my lips in a punishing, passionate kiss. His lips were rough and demanding. His tongue forced my mouth open, tasting the sweet champagne on my lips, mixing it with the sharp taste of his whiskey. He devoured me completely.

I moaned loudly into his mouth, arching my back up into his hard chest.

"You are so impatient." He pulled away slightly to catch his breath. A low, amused rumble vibrated in his throat.

"Hurry." I begged, fumbling with his buttons in the dark with my free hand. "Take it off. Now."

"Bossy." He ripped his own shirt off and threw it to the floor. "I like it."

Skin met skin. Hot electricity shot through my veins. Every single place his large hands touched burned with intense pleasure. He knew exactly where to press, exactly where to grip.

"Tell me what you want." He growled against my ear, his teeth catching the lobe.

"Everything." I cried out. "Give me everything."

His mouth dragged slowly down from my jaw to my collarbone. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin right above the thin lace.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered against my chest. His hot breath hit my skin and I shivered violently underneath him. "So soft. So perfect."

"Say it again." My voice cracked desperately. "Please say it again."

"Beautiful." He unclipped the front clasp of my bra with one hand. The lace fell apart. His warm mouth closed over me and my entire spine lifted off the mattress.

"Oh God." My fingers raked through his thick hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Not planning on it." His tongue circled slowly, teasingly, while his large hand cupped the other side, his thumb rolling over the peak until I was whimpering nonstop.

He kissed his way down my stomach. Each kiss was open mouthed, wet, and deliberately slow. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of the red lace and dragged it down my legs with painful patience.

"Lift your hips." He commanded, his voice thick and unsteady from the alcohol.

I obeyed instantly. The cool air hit my bare skin and I shivered. Then his mouth was on me and I screamed into the dark room so loud my throat burned.

"You taste incredible." He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my entire body. "I could do this all night."

"I can't take it." My thighs trembled around his head. My fingers gripped the sheets so tight my knuckles ached.

"Yes you can." He held my hips firmly, keeping me pinned to the mattress. "Give me one more."

"I can't." I sobbed, my back arching completely off the bed.

"You can." His grip tightened. "And you will."

My whole body shattered. I came apart so violently that tears rolled down my temples. Waves of burning pleasure crashed through me until I thought I was going to black out.

Before I could even catch my breath, his heavy body crawled back over me. He positioned himself between my trembling thighs. His forehead pressed against mine.

"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice strained to the absolute limit. Even now, even drunk, he was still giving me a choice.

Nobody has ever asked me that before.

"Please." I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him forward. "I need to feel you."

He pushed into me in one slow, deep thrust. My mouth fell open in a silent scream. He was so deep inside me I could feel him in my chest.

"You are so tight." He cursed, his arms bracing on either side of my head. "Tell me if it is too much."

"It is not enough." I moaned, pulling him deeper with my legs. "More. Give me more."

His control cracked wide open. He pulled back and drove into me hard and deep. I cried out, my nails raking down his muscular back.

"You feel this?" He growled into my ear, his hips slamming against mine. "This is what you deserve. Every single night."

"Yes!" I screamed, clinging to him as he drove into me relentlessly. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

He flipped us over without pulling out, sitting up on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, sinking down onto his full length. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, rocking me against him.

"Show me." He commanded, his voice wrecked and breathless. "Show me that wild side you have been hiding."

I rolled my hips and a raw moan poured out of both of us at the same time. I rode him slowly at first. Then faster. Harder. The headboard started hitting the wall.

"That's it." His head fell back. His grip bruised my waist. "You are perfect. Absolutely perfect."

My second release was already building, a white hot fire spreading through my entire body.

"I am close." I whimpered, my walls tightening around him.

"Let go." He whispered roughly, his thumb pressing against my lower lip. "I have got you."

I shattered again. My entire body arched as the most intense wave of my life ripped through me.

He groaned deeply, his whole body tensing underneath me. He buried himself as deep as he could go and I felt him release inside me, hot and pulsing.

We collapsed together onto the ruined sheets, breathing hard, bodies tangled.

His arms wrapped around me. He pulled me against his bare chest. His fingers ran through my hair, untangling it gently. He pressed his lips against the back of my neck.

"Go to sleep." He whispered, his voice thick with exhaustion and fading alcohol.

I closed my eyes. For the first time in my entire marriage, my chest did not hurt. I felt completely loved. Seen. Desired.

He came for me, I thought happily as I drifted off in the stranger's strong arms.

My husband finally chose me.