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)
Fire burst in her cheeks, and the way his gaze gleamed only had her face feeling hotter than ever.
Summerine couldn't ever remember feeling this mortified.
This exposed.
But most of all, she couldn't remember feeling this restless.
It was as if flames of lust were licking every inch of her, and she had to fight against the urge to start writhing in the chair.
"You're starting to feel it, don't you?"
Oh no.
The way he was taunting her was so much like the Ryu in her dreams, and it just made her feel more of everything.
Mortified.
Exposed.
And so, so achingly restless that just as she started to wonder if she was about to lose her mind—-
"You want me."
A cry spilled past her lips as the truth of his words hit her.
"So ask for it."
The words were crazy-familiar, and the lines of reality and fantasy began to blur.
"Ask for me to touch you, Summerine."
She stared at him in a mixture of shock and helpless desire.
Did he just say—-
"Ask me to see if you really are as innocent as you say you are."
She could only moan.
He really did say—-
"Ask me."
It was that tone again.
A firmness that a master reserved for his slave, and it was as irresistible as ever.
"Please," she heard herself whimper. "P-Please..."
"That would do...for now."
She hadn't any time to digest his words.
Aaaaah.
Since he was already touching her.
His long fingers sliding past her throbbing folds.
Until he had her gasping as he came into contact with undeniable proof of her innocence—-
"R-Ryu..."
She didn't even realize she had whispered his name until she saw him jerk.
And then his eyes were locking with hers once more—-
"R-Ryu!"
She ended up sobbing out his name this time.
Because his fingers were suddenly moving.
In a way that had her breath hitching—-
Her head spinning—-
And her breasts swelling and aching—-
Until pleasure brought her to the edge of oblivion.
When Summerine woke for the second time in the storage shed, it was to find herself cradled on her husband's lap.
Embarrassing memories flooded her mind a moment later—-
Oh my gosh!
But his arms only tightened around her when she tried to escape his hold.
"Be still."
Her limbs were frozen in immobility all at once, and Summerine was in utter despair. Why was she so powerless whenever he used that tone of his?
"Look at me."
She so, so wished she could deny the command...but she couldn't.
Summerine reluctantly lifted her gaze to his...and was immediately confused by the brooding look on Ryu's gorgeous face.
"I apologize for doubting you," her husband said tautly. "But it's also unfortunate that you're not lying."
Her confusion grew. "W-Why is it unfortunate?"
"Because it means whoever sent me that message wasn't lying either."
"B-But—-"
"My wife is in love with another man...and love has the tendency to make people do regrettably foolish things."
Ryu was back on his feet by the time he finished speaking, and Summerine was still trapped in his arms when he walked out of the storage—-whoa.
One, two, three...ten...twelve...fourteen.
"H-Had something happened?"
There were fourteen men in black waiting outside the storage shed, and all of their attention was focused solely on Ryu...and her?
Ryu's air suddenly tickled her skin, and Summerine barely managed to bite back a moan.
"It turns out I don't like sharing," her husband whispered mockingly into her ear, "and they've all been hired to ensure it stays that way. From now on, I'll be the only man in your life."
Believe
SUMMERINE WAS STILL speechless in shock when Ryu dropped her back home, kissed her forehead, and warned her in a very pleasant voice to 'forget the bastard who had dared to encroach on his property'.
"If you want what's good for him, that is."
Ryu didn't give her a chance to explain, and all she could do was gaze helplessly as his limo sped out of view.
What in the world just happened?
Summerine didn't even know what her problem was at this point.
If she allowed her husband to continue thinking she had cheated on him, would he eventually give her a divorce?
But if she protested her innocence, would he let her go if she asked for her freedom?
Was divorce still an option even...considering how things had changed between Ryu and her?
(Oh, c'mon now. Are we still going to be in denial?)
I'm not—-
(The writing's on the wall. And it's very, very wet—-)
Oh my gosh, how crude can you get?
(You tell me. I'm YOUR Inner Troll. Remember?)
Summerine's shoulders slumped. How in the world had she ended up losing an argument with herself—-again?
(Want me to spell it out for you?)
Not really.
(Aww, don't you be self-pitying like that. It's not that bad, you know.)
Isn't it?
(Not at all. Because the truth's very simple.)
I'm not gonna like this, am I?
(You're in love with him.)
Oh, bleep.
(And this time, you're ready to fight for him.
Summerine's knees folded, but she was saved from face-planting the tiled floors of the foyer with all fourteen of her bodyguards charging forward to her rescue.
(Oh, and you're right, you're not gonna like it.)