Chapter 1: Midnight Sparks
The grand foyer of the estate was bathed in the dim glow of a chandelier, casting shadows over the marble floors as I stepped inside, the click of my heels echoing like a dare. My crimson dress hugged every curve of my body, a deliberate choice to provoke. I knew Maxwell would be waiting, and I wasn’t disappointed. There he stood, all brooding intensity, his dark eyes narrowing as they raked over me with a hunger that made my skin prickle.
'Answer me, Amelia. Where are you coming from, dressed like this?' His voice was a low growl, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric clung to my hips. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the tension between us crackling like a live wire.
'None of your damn business,' I hissed, though my voice faltered as his thigh pressed between my legs, igniting a fire I couldn’t douse. 'You don’t get to play the jealous husband while Camilla’s been warming your lap.'
I stared him down, unflinching, running a hand through my hair as if exhausted from a wild night. 'Just like you, I had to find some friction. It was so crazy, I lost track of time.'
His eyes flashed with raw anger. 'You remember you’re married to me? That only I have a right to your body? Do you?' he roared, stepping closer, his presence suffocating.
'Oh, I didn’t know. Does the same rule apply to you, dearest husband? Because I’ll be mirroring every move you make in this sham of a marriage. If you fuck around, I’ll extend the courtesy,' I snapped, my voice dripping with venom.
'I suggest you pick up that damn contract and read the rules you signed. Let this be the last time you come home late. Next time, you’re sleeping outside, and the guards won’t open the gate for you to leave this estate,' he warned, his tone icy.
I flashed him a wide, defiant smile. 'Okay, sir. I’ll just bring him home with me. Even if you lock the doors and trap us inside, it’s a win for him and me.'
His eyes darkened, and with a sudden move, he slammed his hands on the wall behind my head, caging me in. 'Are you jealous?' I taunted, my voice a sultry whisper.
He sighed, as if wrestling with his fury, then smirked in that infuriating way of his. His hand slid up my hip, gripping me with a possessiveness that sent a rush of heat straight to my core. 'Jealous? I’m not the one who stormed out like a scorned lover to find some random man to fill her desires. I bet you were thinking of me while he touched you.' His lips hovered over mine, his breath hot and intoxicating. 'Just a second of my touch, and you’re already wet.'
I bit my lip hard, fighting the wave of need crashing through me. Five years without real sex had left me fucking horny, and my body was betraying me. 'Don’t act like you’re not dying to get your hands on me every chance you get. I bet you fucked Camilla with thoughts of me in your head,' I whispered, trying to keep up my front even as my pussy ached with dripping want.
'Beg me to give you what you’re craving right now,' he said, his voice hoarse and sexy, a challenge wrapped in velvet.
I batted my eyelashes mockingly. 'Please, I beg you… to fuck off.' I shoved at his chest, but he didn’t budge an inch.
'We’ll see about that,' he growled, and before I could fire back, his mouth crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. I meant to slap him, to push him away, but instead, I kissed him back with equal ferocity, our tongues battling for control. The heat between us was electric, a storm ready to break.
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