Chapter 4

His lips followed the path her fingers traced, leaving searing trails across her skin. She arched against him, feeling the heat of his body pressing close, every inch of him responding to her touch.

"Tell me," she whispered, her nails grazing his scalp as she tilted his face up to hers, "who do you belong to?"

"You, master," he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts, his thumbs brushing over sensitive peaks until she gasped. "Only you."

She guided him down again, her legs falling open to give him better access.

His mouth found her most intimate spot, and she cried out, her back bowing off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over her. He took his time, drawing out every sigh, every shiver, until she was trembling beneath him, begging without words for more.

When he finally rose over her, she could feel how much he wanted her—hard and ready against her thigh. She reached down to stroke him, her touch firm and deliberate, watching his eyes flutter closed at her caress.

"Beg for it," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

"Please, master," he rasped, pressing kisses along her jawline. "Please let me be inside you. I need you more than air."

A smile played at her lips as she guided him to her entrance, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper.

He filled her completely, and they both moaned at the feeling—warm, tight, perfect. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, then building a rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.

She ran her hands down his back, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch, and dug her heels into his hips, urging him faster. He obliged, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss so fierce it stole her breath away. Their bodies moved together as one, lost in the heat of the moment, every touch sending sparks of pleasure shooting through them both.

Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, he brought his fingers to her again, and she shattered, her body convulsing with release as he followed close behind, his name a prayer on her lips.

They collapsed against each other, slick with sweat and breathless, their hearts still racing. He rolled to the side but kept her close, pulling her into his arms and pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Sweet purple," he said quietly, using her real name for the first time, "I don't want to be just your toy."

She looked up at him, her eyes still clouded with passion but growing clear with something deeper.

“What, did we just fucking together once and you’re already falling for me?” She teased, a playful glint in her eyes as she stretched against the sheets.

“Remember—this is just about pleasure, not love,” she reminded him, her voice turning crisp and businesslike. Then a warm smile crossed her face—one he hadn’t seen before.

“But I’ll be honest… you’re incredible. Never would have guessed someone like you was a virgin.”

“Who said I was a virgin?” He asked, propping his head up on his hand as he looked at her, amused.

“Tsk—never mind,” she waved a hand dismissively.

“At least you’re not someone I’ll regret.”

She reached into her handbag and pulled out a checkbook, quickly scribbling out a sum before signing it with a flourish. Sliding the paper across the bed to him, she said,

“It’s a million USD for tonight. Do well next time, and the amount will be even higher.”

He accepted the check with a grin that held just a hint of disbelief.

“Good deal for a ‘beginner,’” he said, sitting up to pull his clothes back on.

“Tomorrow night again—masks on, lights off,” he added with a smirk.

“We won’t stop until I get pregnant,” she stated matter-of-factly, then gestured toward the door. “You can go now.”

Early the next morning, Purple ooked radiant—her lips pink, her skin glowing, her features as striking as ever.

She found herself replaying every moment with him from the night before… until her phone buzzed with a text that pulled her back to reality.

Alex: Come to the house today if you want me to sign the divorce papers.

She didn’t bother replying, just switched off her phone and began getting ready to drive to the Hawthorne residence. She had no idea what he was planning, but she’d go—so long as divorce was on the table.

When she walked through the door, she wasn’t prepared for what she found. Her mother-in-law was there with Alex and Amber, all three staring at her with open disdain.

For two years of marriage, Purple’s mother-in-law had never treated her like family—only like a servant. She’d constantly reminded Purple that she was “lowlife” and undeserving of her son, insisting that marrying into the Hawthorne family was a privilege she should be grateful for every single day.

The Hawthornes had never been a dominant force in business—until Alex married Purple, and the Hearts family began secretly funding their company. As for Amber Delgado… the woman they paraded around as a “saintly heiress” was nothing more than a demon in disguise.