Chapter 4

All I wanted was to learn how to romance my husband. So how did I end up in a situation like this?

Regret flooded me even more because of all the ridiculous things I decided to do tonight. If only I had stayed home instead, waiting for Greg to come back.

I had no choice but to let the man who saved me carry me out of the club. No one even tried to help me whenever they saw who was taking me away.

Just who was this man?

He brought me to the parking lot and shoved me into the backseat of an expensive car.

“What the heck?! Let me go! This is kidnapping!” I protested.

He ignored me completely. He simply sat beside me and closed the door. When I tried opening the door next to me, I realized it was locked.

I turned to him again.

“Sir! Please! What do you even want from me? Please! Thank you for helping me, but I can go home on my own now. I just need to go back inside and change my clothes. Please!” I begged.

But he seemed deaf because he still ignored every word I said.

“Let’s go,” he ordered.

My mouth fell open when the car finally started moving.

“W-Wait, Sir! Hold on! Let me out!”

I grabbed his arm and tugged at it lightly. But my breath suddenly caught when he pulled me toward him instead. Before I even realized it, I was already sitting on his lap.

My eyes widened when our faces ended up dangerously close to each other. This time, I could finally see his face clearly.

Those gray eyes of his looked as though they were dissecting every part of my soul. They weren’t exactly narrow, more like almond-shaped. His lips were slightly reddish, and only then did I notice the piercing on his nose.

Another thing I noticed was his skin. Maybe it was because of the lighting inside the car. He was fair, yes, but there was something almost pale about him.

And on top of that, I was sitting on his lap while wearing nothing but panties, so I could clearly feel the hard bulge beneath me.

“W-Wait! Pervert—”

I froze when he suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me even closer against him. I nearly collapsed onto his chest when he buried his face into my neck and inhaled deeply.

As in deeply.

He wasn’t just smelling me. It was as if he wanted to consume the scent of my skin entirely.

I gripped the seat tightly, completely confused. What was he doing?

“S-Sir, please—”

“Sshh… Don’t move. Let me smell you.”

Just like he said, I stayed still. I didn’t even know why, but I obeyed him. I truly didn’t move. Even my breathing became shallow and careful.

“You smell good. I was right.”

“T-Thank you,” was all I managed to say. But somehow, that response felt wrong.

Why was I thanking a man I didn’t even know? A man carrying a gun. A man who was practically kidnapping me.

“What is your name?” he whispered while continuing to breathe against my neck.

I swallowed hard. Our position was becoming harder and harder to endure because I was straddling him. My thighs were already starting to stiffen, and I could feel something pressing insistently against my womanhood.

Dear God! I had never even sat like this on my husband’s lap before!

“Your name. Tell me,” he commanded this time. It wasn’t a question anymore. He was already ordering me around.

“L-Lorribel.”

“Lorribel… Hmm…”

A strange shiver ran through my body the moment he said my name. It felt like his voice alone could make me lie down and strip for him.

It sounded that good to my ears.

I quickly shook my head. This was wrong! What was I even thinking? I was married. I was only supposed to feel this way toward Greg.

But when had I ever felt anything like this with my husband?

Not even once.

“I choose you, Lorribel. You’re mine now.”