Their Wife

Chapter-36

Soft footsteps fell upon my ears till I saw a familiar face in my vision. There was real confusion filtering through my body, and a set of startling astonishment at the sight of the unknown person on wheelchair.

It was Killian.

His pale eyes snapped at the bodyguard as he said something making the bodyguard's face pale against the stark contrast of dark night. From the above, the view was clear but since the room was on second floor, I could barely hear what they were saying. Killian towered over the guard with his broad shoulders and long legs. He still wore same dark leather clothes he always sported yet his expressions caught me off guard.

I have never seen him this concerned before as he motioned frustratedly at the person on wheelchair. The guard mumbled something at which Killian scoffed before a gasp left my mouth as Killian's fist was colliding with his jaw knocking him on the ground. I pressed my palm against my mouth to not let out any voice as my eyes widened. What was happening?

My eyes were trained on Killian who seemed enraged with something. The person on wheelchair hardly moved. The guard struggled to get up before Killian was grabbing him by the collar as he seethed at him before the guard scrambled away grabbing his nose. I gulped with tension once I realised Killian was definitely a beast. How could he be so cruel? My hands tightened over the window panel as I watched him crouching beside the wheelchair and grabbed the person's palms between his. I raised my brow in confusion.

This shift in him took me off guard once again as he gently looked up. His eyes no more fuming but soft—something I hadn't seen. The man known for his heartlessness couldn't be capable of showing any sort of emotion. Yet again he proved my motions wrong as he rested his head on the person's lap. I bit my cheek as I felt something swirling inside me. Something as...pity.

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I never regretted being healthy. Not till today. If I knew I was going to seated on Ralph's lap, with his strong arm wrapped around my waist possessively, his warm breath tingling my ear, and his morning wood poking my butt, I wouldn't have woken up.

All the good night sleep I had, vanished in thin air making me feel tensed.

"When are you leaving?"

I flinched in surprise when I felt Ralph's lips on my neck, sucking hard as I squirm uncomfortably. Another startled gasp left my lips as he wrapped his arm tightly over my torso pulling me closer to his heat.

My heart pounded loudly in my chest as I felt warmth spreading all over my body. "R-Ralph..."

"Tomorrow." Killian muttered. When I raised my head, his sharp gaze was already on me—fierce and madly irritated as his eyes travelled down to my chest. "I really wanna take her with me." He groaned as Ralph chuckled against my skin sending several gosebumps in their wake. It felt like he did it intentionally to spike Killian.

I gulped knowing this wouldn't end well with this.

A thrilling sensation coursed through my entire being, goosebumps dancing along my every curve. Surreal was an understatement for the whirlwind that had just unfolded before my eyes, willingly surrendering to his desires. It seemed as if the course of fate had already been decided, relegating choice to a mere illusion.

Paralyzed by a mixture of shock and shame, I felt his hand forcefully cup my breast, his firm grip encompassing the delicate curve within his large palm. The intensity of his touch sent shivers down my spine, as his thumb expertly pressed against the tautness of my nipple over the flimsy camisole. The conflicting sensations overwhelmed me, and I instinctively bit down on my trembling lips, desperately trying to stifle any sound that threatened to escape from the depths of my parted mouth.

Yet, it became increasingly apparent that controlling the symphony of moans and gasps vibrating within me was an impossible feat. Every stroke, every caress that Ralph administered with his rough hands only served to awaken a tempest of pleasure that coursed through every fiber of my being. As I writhed under his unyielding touch, a mixture of arousal and frustration consumed me, amplifying the sensations coursing through my body.

Letting out a low, throaty chuckle, Ralph reveled in the knowledge of the power he held over me. His eyes gleamed mischievously, reflecting the unspoken understanding that he had discovered my deepest vulnerabilities. The subtle smirk etched upon his lips sent rivulets of pleasure down my spine, a testament to his mastery of enticing and controlling me. It was in this moment that the realization struck me like a lightning bolt - Ralph's roughness was not merely an act, but a deliberate means of pushing me to the boundaries of my desires and awakening a raw, unfiltered passion that lay dormant within me.

He wanted me to surrender.

"She is going. All of us are." A deep voice broke through the silence. My eyes snapped to the kitchen counter where Alexei's huge body was filling up the entire space. My cheeks were flaming hot as his gaze flicked over my body. I imagined what this looks like, me sprawled out on the Ralph's lap, almost naked with warm flush covering my body.

"There's business conference this Friday. Alessandro Vitale is going to be there."

And just like that, the gaze of lust broke, clearing the cruel reality in front of me. My whole body tensed and I knew Ralph realised it at that instant. I lowered my head, looking at food in front of me as a new fear engulfed me.

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