Wrath's Genesis

Chapter Twenty Three

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It was warm. Heat surrounded me despite the raging air conditioning that cooled the room. Groggily pushing the sheets off of me, I revelled in the cool air that hit my body.

“Go back to sleep, moya zhenschina. It’s too early to go anywhere.”

Soren’s voice was hoarse, deep and dripping with absolute sexiness as he placed a chaste kiss on my bare shoulder. I froze at the sound of his voice as his presence brought back a multitude of memories from last night.

Jesus f*****g Christ, Emilia... You let your worst enemy not only shove his fingers deep inside you but also rode his face like some depraved virgin?!!

I cringed so damn hard, I flinched at the loudness of my thoughts. I wanted to hate the decision I’d made.

I wanted to detest the fact that I had been so intimate with the dangerous man who held me close to his warm chest, his legs tangled with my own.

I was Still half naked, for chrissake, my ass nestled against his rock hard c*ck that twitched with every small move I made to try and get away from his tight embrace.

He’s cuddling me...he’s actually here, holding me against his chest...

I didn’t think he would be here. He didn't seem like the cuddling type. He was almost always working, busy ruling his underground empire.

I thought I would have time to think about everything when he was gone. To process the massive mistake I made.

But was it really a mistake though, Emilia?

My mind strayed back to the flashes of memory from our late night rendezvous. The way he made me feel, the intensity of his darkened and determined gaze. The reverence in his eyes as he watched me come so hard for him.

No orgasm I have ever experienced before felt this good...And none ever will...

I mused inwardly, blocking out the part of me that really wanted to spiral and deny that he had made me feel extremely good. I could not deny what I had already suspected of my husband.

I knew he would ruin me...No orgasm will ever compare to what he made me feel...

Disappointment coursed through me at the thought, a feeling I instantly capped as I wrenched myself from his hold and lunged for my robe to cover the most intimate part of me.

I could feel his gaze on me. Sense the amusement on him that threatened to make me flush all over.

Control your emotions, Emilia... you can’t let him see just how much he affects you...He is a manipulative, cunning and extremely smart opponent...

“Can we please talk about Noah, the main reason I sold my soul to your evil ass?”

I stated, my words earning me a genuine chuckle from my husband who lazily stared at me through beautiful, long lashes. He was fully awake now and watchful of my every move.

I wrapped my arms around me instinctually, shielding myself from his intense gaze as we stared at each other. A chuckle escaped his lips after a moment before he ran his hand through his hair.

It was so damn attractive, I forgot to momentarily breathe.

Why is he so damn hot? Why can’t I just ignore everything that he is to me, now more so that he’s made me orgasm so hard, I passed out?!

“I would much rather talk about how f*****g sexy you looked coming undone while I finger f****d you...”

He licked his lips, his eyes traversing down to the rest of my body, drinking me in so intently, I forgot to breathe for a moment.

“That never happened. I was fulfilling your stupid, unfair and f****d up contract clause- for which I will be re-negotiating by the way. Nothing else matters to me other than Noah. Most especially one night among many for you more so than me.”

I stressed, refusing to acknowledge the hurt that coursed through my veins at the last statement. I knew he had immense experience in the dating world. He had every right to live his life.

But why does it hurt me so badly? Is it because he was the first man to ever make me orgasm and yet I have just made myself a notch on his belt?

It was a depressing thought that made me all the more irritated as I watched him slowly sit up and lean against the headboard, his tattoos in full display as was his well toned upper body.

Really universe? You’re gonna make him f*****g Adonis and rub it my face while I’m trying to hate and murder him??

“Chertovski zabyvchivyy...”

I frowned at the foreign language, making a mental note to Google it later. The more information I had on my opponent, the better.

“English, please.”

My comment seemed to amuse him enough to prompt a chuckle to escape him as he raised a brow in response.

“That smart f*****g mouth of yours has me famished for more of that pretty c*nt of yours...”

He mused through a small smile before he got to his feet. I blanched at his comment, my body instantly reacting to his words in a more intense way.

Nothing like before. I now knee exactly what he was capable of and it excited me to no end. I took a small step back and away from him, unable to trust my mind or body to make the right decision.

Not around him.

“Don’t you dare, Soren...Or I swear I will lay you out...”

I thanked my lucky stars for the strength in my voice despite the volatile emotions within me. All he had to do was touch me and I would be done for. I knew that and he seemed to as well as a wide grin stretched across his lips.

“What’s wrong, Emilia? Scared you might actually lay down and spread your legs for me? Do you want me to tongue f*ck you again? All you have to do is ask.”

We were now against the glass windows. I was trapped and unable to focus anywhere else but at him. At the intensity and the reverence in his gaze.

The desire that burned so bright and hot, it ignited my absolute desire to let him do everything he said he would to me and so much more.

Gulping, I prepared myself to repel his advances. To repel him and guard my soul from the corruption I knew he would provide.

But I never got the chance to.

Message after message pinged into his phone, the vibration distracting us from the intense moment.

I watched the walls restore themselves around Soren, his expression turning cold, almost as if he had awoken from a deep slumber.

He turned away without a word, grabbing his phone from the nightstand instead as I struggled to catch my breath.

Were you actually considering giving yourself to him? Letting him own you even more than he already does?

It was an alarming thought, one that stunned me into silence.

“We have to leave. Right now.”

He was beyond serious, all traces of playfulness forgotten as he moved around the room to begin packing. I gaped after him, confused as to the sudden change in emotion.

“I thought it was too early to go anywhere...”

I began but was only met with a side glance as he continued to pick an outfit for the day.

“Plans change, malyshka. Now go, get dressed and prepare to head out in the next five minutes.”

Soren stressed, seeming less than pleased by my multiple questions. Part of me knew deep down that I needed to shut up and gather my things. It knew that something bad had probably happened to his Underworld business.

And yet another part of me wanted him to open up.

“What’s wrong, Soren? What happened?”

I muttered, taking the first few steps towards him before I could stop myself. His gaze was anything but friendly, relaying my need to stay the f**k away from him when he was like this and yet I kept going.

Because I knew, deep down, that he needed me...

He released a small sigh at my touch, his volatile energy slowly settling down somewhat as he watched me through a darkened, rage filled gaze.

“My Empire...someone attacked what I have built and I will stop at nothing to punish them for their incredibly stupid mistake.”

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