Valentina pov
You know those moments in life when you act purely on instinct? When something inside you takes over, compelling you to do something spontaneous and completely irrational?
Well…
I kissed him. Before I even realized what I was doing, my body moved on its own, acting before my brain could catch up. And I did it-for one reason only: I hated being told what to do.
Alexander stood frozen for the second time today as I pressed my lips softly against his. He didn’t move, and I began to doubt if what I had done was a mistake. The man clearly didn’t like me for reasons I couldn’t understand-maybe, just maybe, we didn’t have a good relationship before my accident, but that didn’t mean he had the right to treat me this way.
His words earlier felt like a taunt, daring me to do something, and without thinking, I did it to prove him wrong. But now, it felt like I had just made a huge mistake.
My eyes fluttered open to meet his, and the moment our gazes locked, a shiver ran down my spine. His expression carried something dark I couldn’t quite place. But one thing was certain: I’d just done something I was going to regret.
Shit, I’m screwed.
I pulled away in a panic, desperate to create space and bolt for the door. I really shouldn’t have sneaked out in the first place!
But before I could get far, Alexander’s hand moved with startling speed, wrapping around my hand and pulling me back to him. In the next second, his lips crashed down onto mine, stealing the breath right out of me.
I gasped in shock as he moved forward, pinning me against the wall. His hand slid to my waist, gripping me firmly as he pulled me closer. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips, sending a shiver down my spine and a warm sensation spread between my thighs, leaving me breathless and trembling.
My first instinct was to resist and push him off me, but Alexander was built like a damn wall. My shove barely made him budge. Any words of protest died in my throat as he pulled me closer, his hand sliding from my waist down to my butt, pressing me firmly against his now hardened length, which I could feel through the towel.
A soft moan fell from my lips as his teeth teased my bottom lip. He rolled my hips against mine, drawing a gasp from me.
I had no idea how things had gotten to this point, but did I care? No-not when his hand tangled in my hair, holding me firmly in place. Not when his body was pressed against mine, consuming every inch of my senses. And certainly not when his lips were claiming mine.
What the hell was I doing?! This-this felt wrong for some reason. It felt like I was kissing a complete stranger-it felt unfamiliar, and yet, so unbelievably good.
Alexander continued to roll his hips, pressing his bulge on me. My body reacted before my brain could process it, and I let out a soft moan, pressing myself harder onto it . My breath hitched, and I could feel the warmth radiating between us.
Finally, when I thought I would suffocate, he pulled back, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I looked at him and for a brief moment I couldn’t breath when I met his lustful gaze.
“Emily,” Alexander murmured under his breath as his lips found the curve of my neck, sucking and grazing gently with his teeth, sending jolts of pleasure rippling through me.
The sound of the name seemed to snap me back to reality for a moment, and I frowned at it, but as his hot breath caressed my skin, my anger quickly faded. I threw my head back in response, giving in to the pleasure.
“A-Alexander, please…” I whispered, my eyes fluttering shut.
God, was I begging him to fuck me or to let me go? I couldn’t think straight-hell, I couldn’t think at all.
My whole body was on fire, aching and dripping wet, and he seemed to know it too.
“Alexander, please let me-” My words were abruptly cut off by a sharp gasp as his hands slid down to my thighs, gripping them firmly before lifting me effortlessly off the ground. Instinctively, I clung tighter to him, my arms moving to his shoulders to steady myself.
My legs wrapped securely around his waist, and I froze, realizing how closely my heat was dangerously pressed against his bulge. Heat rushed through me as his grip tightened, holding me in place.
Then, he leaned back, his lips leaving my neck as his intense gaze locked with mine. For a moment, I couldn’t tell what I saw in his eyes. They had different emotions in them-desire? Anger? Restraint? His jaw tensed, as though he is struggling to hold back.
But he didn’t let me go. Something in his expression told me he had no intention of stopping.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” he asked, his voice low and husky. Almost immediately, I shook my head in response, my body trembling in fear.
He leaned closer until his lips were only inches away from mine. My eyes flickered to his lips, and I felt the urge to close the distance and kiss him again.
My attention snapped back to him when he used his fingers to hold my chin, lifting my head to meet his gaze-eyes now expressionless, devoid of the earlier lust and desire.
“Okay,” he said, his hot breath brushing against my lips. “You can sleep in my room tonight. But first… since you are my wife, I need you to fulfill your duties tonight.”
With those words, Alexander carried me to the bed-and then threw me onto it.
My eyes widened as I watched him reach for the towel wrapped around his waist, attempting to remove it.
“Wait! What are you doing?!” I asked, my voice high and panicked, as my face flushed. Sure, I had seen him naked earlier, and it hadn’t embarrassed me because the towel had slipped off, which made it funny. But now, watching him deliberately pull it down made me… shy.
“What do you think I’m doing? You should take off your clothes too, or would you rather have sex with clothes on?” he said with a deadpan expression.
My breath hitched, and I quickly scrambled to my feet. This was what I wanted, right? But suddenly, I couldn’t do it anymore.
“Haha, I think Martha is right. I’m not feeling well enough, so I’ll see you tomorrow, husband. Have a good night!” I blurted out before practically running to the door, hot on my heels.
I didn’t wait for his response or to see his expression as I bolted to my room, passing by the surprised women standing guard outside.
I gave them a small nod and an awkward smile before slipping inside and slamming the door shut behind me. My hand clutched my chest as I tried to steady my ragged, uneven breathing.
Gosh, that was way too close.