I open and close my mouth as I try to wrap my head around everything. This has to be a trick. I must be missing something. Or maybe I just don’t want to face the fact that he is actually willing to let us go.
“I don’t believe you,” I challenge.
“When have I ever lied to you?”
“You just did.” I call him out.
“You don’t believe I’ll follow through with this....” He pauses for a bit. “Divorce.” If I wasn’t so worked up, I might laugh at how much he doesn’t want to say the word divorce. It’s almost adorably sweet.
“I wasn’t talking about that. I wasn’t your first.” I never asked Rowan about his past lovers. I didn’t want to know. Not only is my husband handsome, but he’s very successful too. I’ve seen the way other women look at him. How they try to get his attention whenever they can. I’ve always wondered how I held it so easily in the past. Until I started to question if I really did. I hate that.
“I might be a lot of things, but a liar isn’t one of them.”
“Rowan. I’ve met one of your past lovers.” I glare at him. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. Forget it. You have a deal.” I throw up my hands, not wanting to talk about this anymore.
Truthfully, I never wanted to talk about that. About her. I just don’t want him to think he got one over on me. I might be naïve in a lot of things. I know that. I even counted on Rowan to keep me a bit hidden at times from things, but he’s not getting off on being some saint. Especially after he just accused me of cheating.
I gasp when Rowan all but leaps over the bed like some lumberjack ninja. The hell? He’s on me, pinning me to the bed in the blink of an eye. My body immediately heats, the same way it always does when he’s near.
“Don’t move,” he orders.
“I will—”
He covers my mouth with his hand. “You made your deal, wife. Nod if you understand.” I glare at him but nod. “Don’t move.” I watch as he slips from the bed. He opens his suitcase. A moment later, he comes back with a few of his ties.
“Rowan?”
“I’ve always wanted to tie you to the bed. Did you know that?” I shake my head no. Rowan has always been a bit dominating in bed. I could sense that he was holding back, but I was unsure why. It was almost as though he was trying to hide a darker part of himself. “There are so many dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you but held back,” he says as he ties one hand and then the other. “But now I’m going to do every single one of them. I’m going to get my fill of you.” As mad as I am at him, his dirty words already have me growing wet between my thighs.
Once he’s got my wrists firmly tied, he grabs my shirt, ripping it right down the center. My bra is next to go. He’s pissed. Good, he’s letting go of all that control and doing what he wants.
“Rowan.” I lick my lips as my breathing grows heavy.
“Am I scaring you or turning you on?”
“I’m not scared of you, Rowan.”
“You should be. If you knew the dirty things I’ve wanted to do to you.” He goes for my pants next. “Only you,” he adds, stripping the rest of my clothes off until I’m naked. He trails his fingers up and down the inside of my thigh. I part my legs, inviting him to give me more. I whimper when his fingers stop right as they get to my sex then drift back down my leg.
“Don’t tease me.”
“You’ve been keeping things from me, and I don’t like it. I’m going to have to change how I get information from my wife. Now tell me. Who lied to you? I’ve only been with you, Charlee. Even if you leave me, there will only ever be you.” I want to call him a liar again, but the intensity of his stare stops me. “Don’t make me do it,” he warns as he grips my thighs and pushes them apart as he moves between my legs.
“Rowan,” I whimper when he brushes his mouth against my clit. He lifts his head. I can see the desire in his eyes, but there’s something else there too that I can’t place.
“Charlee,” he warns. I buck, trying to lift my hips. A yelp pops from my mouth when his hand slaps down on my sex.
“You did not just do that.”
“I did,” he says before he does it again. The loud smack would make you think it’s painful. Truthfully, it’s anything but that. My clit starts to throb with need and an intensity I’ve never felt before. “Someone lied to my wife, and I want to know who.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I grit out between my teeth. “You’re not going to do anything. I already told you once to get rid of her, but you didn’t.”
His eyes widen in realization of who I’m talking about.
Arabella Moore.
The woman was all too happy to tell me she’d been with my husband in the past and she’d be there again when I was gone. She went around spreading stories about us. When I tried to say something to Rowan, he waved it off as if my feelings about it didn’t matter. He made sure we didn’t run into her, but that wasn’t enough. It started to mess with my head that maybe they did have something at one time. It didn’t help that I felt like he was pulling away. That he was hiding something from me.