Page 81 of Cruel Deception
I scoffed, bitter. “How noble. Especially coming from a monster.”
He didn’t flinch.
“Sit upright,” he said.
“Why?”
“Sit.”
His tone left no room for negotiation.
I sat, spine stiff with defiance. The moment the words left my mouth, I couldn’t take them back.
“Are you cheating on me?”
His jaw ticked. His expression didn’t change—but I saw the flicker of something. I wasn’t sure if it was irritation or guilt.
“Of course you are,” I pressed, words tumbling out. “I’m not really your wife, am I? Just your prisoner. So what’s the fucking point of the ring you forced onto my finger if you’re out every night screwing someone else?”
I stood from the bed in a flash, stalking toward the door.
But before my fingers even brushed the handle—
“Take one more step away from me,” he said in that quiet, razor-edged tone, “and I’ll remind you who the fuck you belong to.”
I froze.
Turned slowly.
“You get to go out every night and fuck other girls,” I said, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and grief, “while I rot here like a corpse. Alone. Forgotten.”
“You’re not listening,” he snapped, closing the distance between us in three strides. “You were uncomfortable with your body. That’s the only reason I sleep every night fucking empty air—when all I want is to fuck you until you scream my name and pass out in my arms.”
The rawness in his voice startled me. Obsessive. Unhinged.
“And that gives you the right to cheat?”
“I haven’t touched another woman since the day I married you,” he growled. “Not one.”
My breath caught.
Before I could process the relief or doubt myself again, he yanked me into his chest. His arm locked around my waist. His other hand gripped my jaw. Then he kissed me.
Hard. Brutal.
My lip split open.
I gasped, tried to pull back—but his hand dropped to my ass and grabbed it like he owned every part of me.
“Stop overthinking shit,” he rasped against my mouth.
I shoved at his chest, even as heat spread wildly beneath my skin. “Are you seeing another woman?”
“No,” he snapped, like the idea itself offended him.
Then—suddenly—I was in his arms. Lifted.
My legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me toward the bed like a man starved.
