Chapter 10

The ride back home was tense and quiet. Neither Rhea nor Adrian muttered a word to each other. The air inside the car was heavy and thick with something unspoken yet volatile.

As soon as they got to the house, Adrian shut the front door behind them; his patience snapped like a live wire.

“What the fuck was that back there?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.

Rhea turned to him, eyes narrowed. “What was what?” she shot back, her heels clicking against the marble floor as she walked to the staircase.

Adrian was on her in an instant, his fingers curling around her wrist again, yanking her back. “Don’t fucking play dumb with me, Rhea, and don’t you fucking walk away when I’m talking to you,” he growled. “Who the hell was he?”

Rhea wrenched her arm free, glaring up at him. “You mean Alex?” she scoffed. “He’s no one. Just an ex who thought he could offer his condolences.”

Adrian’s jaw clenched. “That didn’t look like just an ex.”

“Oh, and I suppose you’re an expert on what an ex should look like?” Rhea snapped. “Because if we’re keeping count, I caught Selene, your lover, staring at you at my own father’s funeral, like she still owns you.”

Adrian took a step closer, his body towering over hers. “Don’t turn this around on me.”

“Then stop acting like a jealous husband.”

His eyes flashed. “You think I’m jealous?”

Rhea let out a dry laugh. “Oh, please. You’ve barely looked at me since our wedding. Why do you suddenly care who I talk to?”

Adrian didn’t answer. He just stared at her, with a visible anger on his face.

They were standing too close for comfort and breathing heavily.

Then, before she could say another word, he moved.

One second, she was standing her ground; the next, Adrian grabbed her face and backed her against the wall. And then without giving it any thought, his lips crashed into hers

They began sucking each other's tongues hungrily like they had not kissed in decades. Raw passion burned through them. Rhea gasped against his mouth, her fingers instinctively gripping his hair. His kiss was punishing, filled with all the frustration and unspoken tension between them.

Adrian growled low in his throat, his body pressing against hers, his hands skimming down her waist, pulling her closer. His lips moved to her jaw, then her neck, his breath hot against her skin. He licked her like she was honey.

He ran his hands down to her chest area to feel her breasts, but he was met with an obstacle.

The black dress she was wearing had no buttons, so he pulled the material away from her and tore it in one try.

And there was her perfect cups of breast held in place by her lacy brassiere. Sexy and succulent.

Adrian could have sworn he had never seen boobs as perfect as Rhea’s.

Seductively, Rhea unhooked her bra, and Adrain gasped.

Like lightning, he scooped one of them in his hand and covered the other with his mouth. He suckled on them like his life depended on them.

He nibbled on her nipples and she had a wave of pleasure rush through her veins.

His dick was hard and Rhea could feel the bulge against her thighs when he resumed kissing her.

He could not stop kissing her, something about her lips made him hungrier for them.

She took her hands to his shirt and undid the buttons. Upon reveal, she saw his well-toned chest. It was hairy as well, and Rhea could feel the liquid streaming down from her pussy.

She nibbled on his nipples in reciprocity, and Adrian moaned.

He reached for her panties. It was a G-string pant, so there was not much of an obstruction.

Sticking his fingers into Rhea’s pussy, she moaned out loud in pleasure.

He felt it; he felt the wetness in her, and at that moment he just wanted to own it.

“You’re mine, cara,” he murmured against her throat. “Do you hear me?”

“I’m yours, Adrian.” She was in no place to disagree; his finger was working its way up and down her pussy. Her very wet pussy.

He smirked against her skin. “Is that right?”

Then, just as suddenly as he had grabbed her, Adrian pulled back. His breathing was uneven, his pupils blown wide. But instead of softening, his expression darkened, his lips curling into a smirk.

“Maybe all you need is a good fuck from me to get over your father’s death.”

The words slammed into her like a physical blow.

Rhea’s body went rigid.

And then, with all the strength she had, she shoved him away.

“What the fuck did you just say?” she hissed, her voice shaking with rage.

Adrian barely stumbled back, but the regret was already reading across his face. He knew he had fucked up.

“Rhea… ”

“Get out!” she screamed, her chest heaving. “Get the hell out!”

For a moment, he just stood there, his jaw tight, his hands clenching at his sides. But then, without another word, he turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Rhea sank to the floor, her hands shaking.

She had known Adrian was ruthless.

But she hadn’t realized just how much he could break her, without even trying.

And silent tears streamed down her face, each one heavier than the last.