Chapter 2 - The Game of Seduction

Elena

The darkness was starting to get to me and I hated how small I felt in it. How alone I felt!

So, I made my voice sound more sweet yet seductive. Something I had never used on anyone before but I did now to convince him to light up the room as I couldn't see anything.

“Husband?”

He didn't respond to my call but the silence in the dark room was shattered with another click sound.

The warm glow from the lamp beside his leather armchair illuminated the room. It was supposed to make me feel safer, instead it made the tension more real and more suffocating.

He was sitting on his armchair like he owned the world and that intense stare looked like he owned me too. He was relaxed, looking powerful and was terrifyingly unreadable.

I looked at him, really looked. His face was carved from stone, jaw tight, lips unreadable, but his stare? That stare burned. His eyes dragged over me in complete silence, from my face, down my neck and lingered at my breasts which were barely held together by the flimsy red lace bra. The robe had slipped off one shoulder, revealing the curve of my body and my nipples which betrayed me by hardening under his gaze and I knew he could see them through the thin material. My core clenched.

Then his eyes dipped lower, sliding over the belt of the robe concealing the heat between my thighs and finally down to my bare legs. My smooth, long and exposed legs.

I swore his gaze darkened. Good that he was affected and I was getting to him but that wasn’t the plan. The plan was to disgust him, to make him see me as a desperate slut he wouldn’t want to touch, let alone keep married to.

“Like what you see, husband?” I asked with a silky voice with a sly smile tugged at my lips, waiting to see his reaction.

He didn't bother to answer me, instead his eyes roamed over me once more, slower this time but now there was something else in them. It wasn't lust, not interest, instead it was boredom like he had seen all this before, like I was just another half naked woman trying too hard to get him. The blood in my veins simmered as my plan wasn’t working and worse, he was ignoring me.

I started moving towards him slowly, trying to make my every step as sexy as possible. My wide hips swayed nicely with my every step and I let the robe slip off my body until it pooled at my feet.

Now, it was just me and the thin red lace lingerie in front of him which was hiding nothing and I was almost exposed to his hungry eyes. My skin flushed red while my lips were painted with the color of sin.

Still, he didn’t react even a bit looking at my lustful body. Instead, he just calmly picked up a file from the side table and started looking through it like I wasn’t standing there half naked in front of him like this sight was pretty normal for him.

What. The. Fuck.

My jaw clenched hard in pure anger as my pride was burned and my heart throbbed in pain. I was literally standing in the sexiest lingerie I owned, ready to play my role as the insatiable new bride and there he was reading a damn file.

“Nothing to say?” I asked, walking until I was an inch away from his knees but still he didn’t look up.

“I wore this just for you,” I purred. “Don't you think it's your right to unwrap your wedding gift yourself?”

He finally glanced at me with amusement dancing in his eyes with the corner of his lips twitched into a tiny smirk. He was infuriatingly calm and looked lethally amused.

“Are you always this obvious,” he said, voice like velvet and fire, “or am I just special?”

That voice could have made me cum on the spot.

I licked my lips, stepping further into the act.

“You are special,” I replied, tilting my head. “You are not like the other men I have been with.”

That was such a good lie to make him think I liked whoring around when in reality, Daniel was the only man I had ever touched but Dominic didn’t need to know that.

And it worked as I saw his entire body go still. His stare sharpened like a blade and something dangerous flickered behind those black eyes like anger.

Finally, he showed a sign.

He stood up slowly towering over me, radiating control. My heart started pounding loudly inside my chest as this was the moment I was waiting for.

His hand started moving towards me, making my breath hitch but instead of touching me, he loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, exposing those veiny and sexy arms which should be wrapped around my throat anytime.

God help me.

He was the devil dressed like a CEO and built like a fucking fantasy.

“Don’t play with me, wife,” he warned, leaning down, his lips an inch away from mine. “You won’t be able to survive the night.”

My stomach twisted in some kind of unknown pleasure but I kept my cool.

“But you are so unaffected,” I said with a mocking pout. “I was starting to wonder if you are gay?”

Boom. That hit the target.

His eyes went darker, turned pitch black and volcanic which was about to burst. His jaw clenched hard and his nostrils flared up in anger and I could finally see a crack in the ice.

Before I could smile in triumph, he grabbed my chin firmly, unshaking and not gently but not cruelly either. It was just enough pressure to remind me who exactly held the power in this relationship.

“You are trying to play a game you don’t understand, wife,” he murmured over my lips, his voice was low and dangerous. “And you think a few moans, a big pout and a flash of skin will be enough to reel me in your trap?”

“Won’t it?” I whispered and licked my lips deliberately while my eyes dropped to his lips to give him a hint of what I wanted.

He leaned closer to me leaving no gap between us, so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. “You think I would need you to make me cum?”

“Honestly?” I smirked. “I thought I would be doing you a favor.”

He let out a low laugh. He was definitely not amused as his laugh was dark.

“Bold,” he said. “I like bold.”

His grip tightened slightly on my chin but not enough to hurt, it was enough to make me want more of him.

This is it, I thought. This is where he storms out and where I win as I made him lose his calm but instead, he smirked.

“If I am gay or not,” he said, his voice was like a silk covered in knife, “I will let you be the judge of that.”

Then without any warning, he grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto the bed like I weighed nothing.

I gasped at his action while my body bounced slightly on the mattress. I raised the upper portion of my body quickly, stunned at his action but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when I looked up at him.

He was slowly unbuttoning his shirt turning me on more than I was while his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to look away. His eyes were burning with a raw and unfiltered hunger.

He took off his white shirt without moving his eyes away from me, revealing that sculpted hard chest. His body was the kind you only see in movies or your darkest fantasies. Veins down his arms, across his abs. He was a walking sex God, a sin every woman would want to make.

And that smirk, it was still there.

My mouth went dry at the sight and my legs clenched together.

Oh, I am so fucking doomed.

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