CHAPTER 6

Elle's POV

Once I finished cleaning the kitchen, I went to my room upstairs and quickly removed my clothes, leaving nothing on my body before entering the bathroom. I turned on the hot shower, letting the water run over me as I took deep breaths.

I closed my eyes and began massaging my body—starting from my neck, down to my chest, my stomach, and then between my legs. With my eyes still closed, I leaned against the wall and touched myself.

I bit my lower lip as I ran my fingers over my labia, my other hand resting on my breast as I pictured Navid on top of me, taking me mercilessly, just like he had the night before.

When he told me to prepare myself, this was what he meant.

I had to make myself ready. Wet. Open for him. Because he would never do it for me.

My other hand moved down to join the first. I parted myself with two fingers while the other hand gently circled my clit.

I gasped at the sensation. My body trembled as if electricity ran through my veins while I continued to touch myself.

After a moment, I slid my finger inside, making sure I was ready for him.

I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped me as my finger moved inside my wet, aching heat.

“Ahh…” I groaned, curling my finger.

I was still in that position when the bathroom door suddenly opened.

My eyes flew open—and met Navid’s gaze.

My heart pounded even harder as I stared at him. I swallowed, frozen in place. I didn’t move. I didn’t even take my hand away. I just stared at him.

When he stepped inside, my pulse only grew faster.

My eyes dropped without meaning to, tracing his body.

He was naked too, his muscular frame fully exposed. And when my gaze landed on his erection, his hand was already moving over it, I felt myself throb.

I almost moaned but bit my lip instead.

“Turn around,” he said coldly.

I swallowed, pulled my hand away, and obeyed.

I felt him step closer.

“Hands on the wall.”

I placed my palms against the wall.

“Bend over.”

I followed.

I already knew what would happen, but I still gasped when he grabbed my waist and pulled me back toward him. I felt him at my entrance, and before I could even react, he thrust into me in one hard motion.

Navid didn’t waste time.

He moved immediately. Hard, fast, relentless.

Each thrust was deep and forceful, driving the air from my lungs.

And I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.

Because the truth was, my body only burned hotter under him.

Every thrust felt like he was reaching deeper, hitting something inside me that made me cry out.

I wasn’t just moaning anymore. I was shouting.

“Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” I cried, struggling to keep my balance as my knees weakened. “Yes, yes. Harder, Navid. Harder!”

I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care.

The pleasure overwhelmed everything—my thoughts, my control, everything.

All I wanted was to reach that peak he always pushed me to.

My hands pressed harder against the wall. I could feel his fingers digging into my waist, but it only made me want more.

I heard him groan behind me as he continued.

I wanted to turn and see his face, to see his expression, his satisfaction, but I didn’t dare.

Not unless he told me to.

“Oh God! Oh God!” I cried out. “I’m close, Navid. I’m, oh fuck!”

My breathing grew erratic as the tension built.

His movements grew faster, rougher.

“I’m coming!” I gasped.

The pleasure snapped, and I climaxed.

Moments later, he pulled out. I heard the movement behind me, and then his low groan followed.

Warmth spread across my skin.

I closed my eyes.

My legs trembled, and my lips quivered.

***

Even with layers of clothing, the cold still seeped into my body.

Hany hadn’t been exaggerating. Japan in winter was freezing.

I looked around the spacious, luxurious room.

We were staying at the Shangri-La Hotel in Tokyo.

I sat at the edge of the large bed, my suitcases beside me, and glanced at Navid.

He looked irritated.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

I sighed.

He was upset because of the room.

Amanda and Samuel had booked a premium suite... with only one bed.

Navid had tried to find another room, but everything was fully booked.

So he had no choice but to stay with me.

I lowered my gaze to my shoes. “Don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the sofa,” I said quietly.

He clicked his tongue.

I stayed silent after that.

I didn’t want to make things worse.

I remained seated as I heard his footsteps approach, then felt the bed dip as he sat down.

Silence settled between us.

I felt nervous.

I didn’t know what to do… or how to act.

I was afraid of doing something that would make him hate me even more.

If I had been given a choice, I would have refused this trip.

Because I already knew that nothing would change.

If anything, it might make things worse.

I wanted this honeymoon.

But not like this.

Not when it was clear he didn’t want me.

I cleared my throat softly. “Ahm… I’ll put my clothes in the closet,” I said, grabbing my suitcases and heading toward the walk-in closet.

“Take mine too,” he said coldly.

I froze for a moment.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” he added.

I quickly nodded and grabbed his suitcase. “I—I’ll do it.”

Once I stepped into the closet, I finally breathed properly.

I didn’t even realize I had been holding my breath.

I didn’t know when it started, this feeling of suffocation whenever I was around him.

It hadn’t been like this before.

Before… just seeing him made me happy.

Now, I felt nervous. Afraid.

And yet, my feelings hadn’t changed.

I still loved him.

That was why I stayed.

Why I endured.

I closed my eyes, steadying my breathing, then began organizing his clothes.

Without thinking, I lifted one of his shirts and inhaled softly.

I froze.

“What are you doing, Elle?” I muttered, shaking my head.

I quickly continued arranging everything.

When I finished, I stepped out and saw two hotel staff adjusting the heater while Navid lay on the bed, focused on his phone.

I brought my own luggage inside and finished organizing my things.

When I came out again, he was still on his phone.

I sat on the sofa near the glass wall.

The view took my breath away.

Tokyo stretched endlessly before me.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered.

I smiled faintly.

I just wished my marriage felt the same way.

My eyes widened as I realized I had spoken out loud.

I quickly covered my mouth and looked at Navid.

He was already staring at me, brows furrowed.

My face burned.

“Ahm—”

He looked away. “Crazy,” he muttered.

I bit my lip.

Since the heater warmed the room, I removed my jacket and sweater, leaving only my shirt. I also took off my shoes.

I folded everything neatly and returned them to the closet before going back to the sofa.

I lay down, still staring at the view.

We would be here for two weeks.

Would we just stay in this room the whole time?

That would be such a waste.

This was my first time traveling abroad.

I wanted to explore.

I glanced at Navid again.

He didn’t look like he had any plans to go out.

Even if he did, I doubted he would invite me.

I pulled out the itinerary Salome had prepared.

Tokyo and Osaka.

I smiled faintly.

I wanted to see Mount Fuji.

I had only ever seen it in pictures.

But I was also worried. I wasn’t good with directions.

That was why I always brought Gemma with me.

I sighed and tucked the itinerary away.

Then I stretched out on the sofa.

Little by little, sleep took over.

And before I knew it… I had fallen asleep.