Bound To My Husband

Chapter6

The moment my foot hit the pavement outside the venue, the world blurred into a flurry of camera flashes. The paparazzi surged forward, their lenses capturing every angle of my outfit.

I definitely stole the spotlight tonight. Turning back toward the car, I caught Thelma offering me a warm, reassuring smile before the driver pulled away, heading back to drop them home

I stood alone for only a second before a heavy, warm hand slid possessively around my waist, pulling me firmly against a broad chest.

My stomach fluttered instantly. Even before I looked up, the familiar scent of his expensive cologne mixed with cedarwood hit my senses, instantly soothing my frayed nerves.

"You look absolutely breathtaking tonight," he hummed, his deep voice vibrating against my back as he pulled me flush against him.

I turned in his embrace, raising my face to look at him. Suddenly, under the intensity of his dark gaze, a wave of shyness washed over me, making it feel as if it were the very first time we were meeting.

I swallowed hard, trying to maintain my composure. "You don't look so bad yourself," I managed to tease, a breathless smile tugging at my lips.

His lips curved into a wicked, knowing smirk. "Let’s go inside."

The interior of the venue was nothing short of breathtaking. Every detail, from the cascading crystal chandeliers to the gold leaf accents, screamed obscene wealth. This ceremony wasn't just expensive; it was a display of absolute luxury.

His hand reluctantly slid from my waist, shifting down to gently guide me toward our table. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "I have to speak with some business partners over there. I won't be long, sweetheart," he promised, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my cheek.

I could only nod, a flush creeping up my neck as I watched him walk away. He moved with a dangerous, effortless grace, looking like the ultimate bad boy masquerading in a tailored tuxedo, and to be completely honest, I loved every second of it.

From my table, I kept my eyes locked on him. He stood with a group of older men, his expression shifting into a serious, commanding mask as they talked business.

One of his partners offered him a premium, dark-wrapped Cuban cigar. He accepted it, letting the man light it for him. He took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of rich smoke that swirled around his sharp jawline. I’d never been a fan of smoke, but on him, it was intoxicating.

Feeling a sudden wave of heat, I flagged down a passing waiter and took a glass of red wine, lifting it to my lips.

Just as I took a hurried gulp, his gaze snapped across the room, locking dead onto mine. I nearly choked. I had assumed he was too engrossed in his meeting to notice me, but his dark eyes were burning with sudden intensity.

He didn't hesitate. He gave a brief, commanding, "Please excuse me, I'll be right back," to his associates and strode purposefully across the room toward me.

Before I could even set my glass down, his fingers wrapped around the stem, gently but firmly plucking it from my hand and handing it to a passing waiter.

"Hey," I whined softly, giggling like a smitten teenager. "Why'd you do that? Scared I'll get drunk?"

"Aside from that," he growled low, stepping closer so his shadow completely enveloped me, "I'm scared you'll turn me on."

My breath hitched. My eyebrows arched in sheer disbelief, my voice trapping itself in my throat. "Turn you on?"

"Yes, Allison," he purred. He slid into the empty seat beside me, his hand slipping beneath the heavy tablecloth. His warm, calloused palm slid slowly up my thigh, his fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin.

My chest tightened, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I instinctively closed my eyes.

"The sight of you flushed and uninhibited always turns me completely inside out," he confided, his voice dripping with dark promise.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my ribs, utterly defenseless against his touch.

"Come," he urged, abruptly standing up and pulling me with him. "I have something to show you."

He intertwined his fingers with mine, his grip tight and reassuring as he led me away from the crowd and into a private elevator. The doors slid shut, cutting off the noise of the gala. He let go of my hand, stepping back slightly, his silence suddenly heavy and thick with tension. I stole glances at him, my heart racing as I wondered what he was planning.

When the doors opened, we stepped into a massive, dimly lit penthouse office. The decor was masculine and impossibly expensive, featuring dark mahogany and leather.

"Is this your office?" I inquired, trying to ground myself as I looked around the beautiful space.

He truly had an eye for the finer things.

Instead of answering, he stepped into my space, trapping me against the edge of his massive executive desk. He leaned in, settling his body directly between my thighs, overpowering me with his sheer size.

Before I could breathe, his lips claimed mine. The kiss wasn't gentle; it was hungry, demanding, and possessive. His hands slid up my gown, the heat of his palms searing against my bare inner thighs

.

"W-what are you doing?" I gasped, breaking the kiss for a fraction of a second, my chest heaving.

He didn't speak. He just stared down at me with hooded, dark eyes filled with absolute desire. In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted me onto the edge of the desk. His hand slid beneath my panties, his fingers finding the damp heat waiting for him.

An embarrassing wave of heat rushed to my face because I was already completely wet for him.

"You act so surprised, Allie," he rasped against my lips, his tone rough and heavy. "When you're already dripping for me."

He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of my neck, leaving a trail of wet, biting kisses that made my toes curl. My hands gripped his broad shoulders for dear life. Nothing else mattered in this moment, not the gala downstairs, and not the risks. I just wanted him.

"Why don't we... why don't we go home first?" I pleaded weakly, trying to hide my burning face against his shoulder, even as my body betrayed me by arching into his touch.

"That's the problem, Allie. I can't wait," he countered darkly.

He lifted me off the desk in a swift, breathtaking move, turning me around so my back was facing his chest. He pressed me forward against the cool wood of the desk.

"I want to view you from a different angle tonight," he breathed, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of my ear.

A shiver raced down my spine. Every touch felt electric, making me incredibly vulnerable around him. A sudden wave of insecurity hit me through the haze of desire.

What if he leaves me? I thought frantically. What if he doesn't love me as much as I love him? He hadn't even said the words yet.

Before the overthinking could consume me, his warm fingers traced the zipper at my back. With the practiced ease of a man who knew exactly what he wanted, he slid it down, undressing me in seconds. The cool air of the office hit my bare skin, making me ache for his warmth.

"Wait right here for me. Do not move until I tell you to," he commanded close to my ear, his tone authoritative but deeply intimate.

I could only nod, gripping the edge of the desk as I heard the crisp sound of his tie being undone and slid from his neck.

He stepped closer, his chest pressing into my bare back as his hands came up to my face, holding a soft silk fabric.

"Do you trust me, Allie?" he demanded softly, his breath hot against my neck.

"Yes," I breathed out, my voice trembling with anticipation.

A low, dark chuckle rumbled from his chest, a sound that sent a thrill straight to my core, as he brought the silk around my eyes, gently tying the blindfold and plunging me into complete, breathless darkness.