Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24436 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Her eyes started to sting as she forced herself to meet his gaze.
Say it.
Her heart started to hammer.
Say it.
Her lungs started to burn.
Say it.
And when her lips finally parted—-
"No, it's n-not true," she heard herself choke out.
"Then just tell me his name."
His tone had actually turned cajoling, but this only freaked her out. It was as if her husband had turned into a complete stranger, and his Perfect-Gentleman persona was nothing but a sham.
"I give you my word I won't harm him."
This was the real Ryu Harcourt all along—-
"I just need to get rid of him."
And did he just threaten to commit murder?
"W-What exactly do you mean?" Summerine stammered.
"Why do you even ask," her husband asked in a suddenly cold voice, "when you say you're not having an affair?"
"Because you're scaring me!"
"Good."
Summerine was horrified. Was he actually happy that he was scaring her?
"You need to understand from now on that I am not the kind of person anyone wants to mess with."
"I u-understand!" And she really, really did, more so than he probably imagined.
"So, let's do this again, shall we?"
"B-But—-"
"Who's the guy?"
Summerine had barely started shaking her head when she saw Ryu close his eyes as if needing to control himself from strangling her...and the sight was enough to have her entire body shudder.
"I-I'm n-not—-"
"Stop lying to me."
The softness of his voice was like having the sharpest blade press against her throat, and Summerine felt as if she was about to faint at the sound.
"Do you think I don't know this whole place is your fuck pad?"
What...did he just say?
"Do you think I haven't done my due fucking diligence?"
He thought this was her...what?
"This hellhole is the only blind spot in the entire university—-"
It was?
"The only fucking place in the entire property that isn't covered by the security cameras—-"
B-But...
"Are you going to tell me right now that's just a coincidence?"
"Y-Yes!" Because it really was a coincidence, and—-
AAAH!
Ryu was suddenly on the floor, having leaped from his seat before crouching down on one knee in an abrupt move that had Summerine hastily backing away in fear.
"I'm going to give you one last time to tell me the truth."
"R-Ryu, p-please—-"
"Are you having an affair?"
Tears of terror started rolling down her cheeks. "I s-swear I'm n-not—-"
"Don't lie—-"
"A-And I can prove it," she hurriedly gasped out, "b-because I'm s-still a v-virgin!"
Fools Rush In
SUMMERINE KNEW SHE had made a mistake the moment the words had flown out of her mouth.
I'm dead.
(You are.)
Not helping.
Ryu slowly unfolded back to his full height and stared down at her with unfathomable dark eyes.
(And you're in for it now.)
Really NOT helping.
(Try not to get yourself killed.)
Excuse me?
But there was no forthcoming reply, and Summerine was torn between tears and laughter at how her Inner Troll had willingly shut itself back in the—-
Oh.
No.
Ryu had walked back to his chair, and even she was no idiot not to understand what he meant to do when he crooked a finger at her.
Yes, she had dreamt he'd do something like this—-
"Come here."
But oh, the very idea of what he meant to do—-
"Don't be scared."
Summerine took several gulps of air in an attempt to calm her racing heartbeat. Weren't those the last words a victim typically heard from their would-be murderer?
"Please take a seat, Summerine."
"I...I..."
"Know this has to be done," he finished for her.
"By a doctor," she hastened to add.
"Or your husband," he parried back without missing a beat, "which I am. So be a good girl," Ryu actually purred, "and come here."
Her husband had actually purred.
And fool that she was, the sound actually worked, and she found herself obeying his command.
Her knees knocked against each other as she walked, and she felt as if she was in a trance as she took a seat.
Ryu took another chair to sit in front of her...before oh-so-slowly reaching for her legs under her dress.
His touch was like fire, but when she started to look down—-
"Eyes on me."
Her stunned gaze flew back up at his command.
"And you can't look down until I say so."
His hands slowly traveled up her trembling thighs, and her breath caught when his fingers came into contact with the waistband—-aaaah.
Ryu's gorgeous face remained impassive as he tore the scrap of silk from her flesh, and Summerine was no longer sure if she was trembling out of fear...or shameful excitement.
Maybe even both?
He pocketed the torn piece of fabric while his gaze locked her in place.
"Open your legs."
No. No. No.
Her mind reeled at the command even as her legs parted open.
"Wider."
Had she already turned into his slave without knowing it, and that was why she was unable to resist his command?
"Wider."
His tone was firmer now.
Like a master to his slave, she realized helplessly even as unused muscles in her legs began to protest.
"I can smell your desire, wife."
The shocking intimacy of his words, and the fact that it was Ryu's first time to address her in such a way, had her body shuddering in a way that thrilled and terrified her at the same time. And when she, too, started to notice how a musky scent had tinged the air...